[He'll provide a squeeze back there, urging him closer, lifting slightly from the bed; there's little reason for him to do so as Lance's providing friction and weight, but he's a little impatient, suddenly desperate. He's bumping up against him, thinks he's teasing that hole but is, in turn, being teased. There's an audible exhale as soon as his lower lip's been free from that abuse, redder and slightly swollen, not entirely sure what Lance is on about until it's properly seized by his teeth (something he initially thought would be a kiss, but this is fine too).
Precum continuously permeates out, glossing over his head, dripping unevenly over that swollen cap as he tries to pierce him, hands-free; it's not really working out, and a hand hastily reaches in from behind once more, this time as a guide. He'd ask Lance if he were ready, if he could. He'll take a few things for granted in lifting up from the bed just a bit, trying to pop himself into a too-small hole.
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Precum continuously permeates out, glossing over his head, dripping unevenly over that swollen cap as he tries to pierce him, hands-free; it's not really working out, and a hand hastily reaches in from behind once more, this time as a guide. He'd ask Lance if he were ready, if he could. He'll take a few things for granted in lifting up from the bed just a bit, trying to pop himself into a too-small hole.
Now we wait....]