They say no plan survives contact with the enemy; Shiro probably needs to keep that one in mind. Lance pushes everything, like he can't help himself. In retrospect, Shiro has no idea why he expected anything else from him in bed.

Just because an alpha can go through rut alone doesn't mean he should. "Okay." Lance's palms were sweaty with what he was about to say. He was about to break so many rules. "Cards on the table, guys. We got any omegas sitting here?"

His arm wasn't the only thing the Galra changed. They also gave him certain... needs. Shiro learns to make it work for him.