[ expectation dictates that a hard dick gets fed through the hole. it's what the earlier note had implied and it's accordingly what keith is gearing himself up to deal with. instead, there's a pen and paper -- neither of which should throw him off at all, but it does anyway leaving keith feeling oddly called out for no discernable reason. sitting down on his chair, he accpets both and reads the message with a revived gratitude for the anonymous set up.
again, the tone shift is hard to parse. the implied entitlement from before is gone, and the offer to satisfy keith first comes as a pleasant surprise. did something good happen in his guy's day? he ponders, then dropkicks the thought from his head. no thinking about who the guy on the other side of the door is or what his day to day is like, right? right.
keith bites the inside of his lip a little nervously, gaze shifted down to the front of his stupid yoga pants. he isn't actually aroused yet, and the weird sense of apprehension surrounding this house and meeting hasn't helped him feel much of anything. the promise of a blow though? he breathes out, trying to relax as he clicks the pen and twists to write on the paper over the arm of the chair. ]
Yeah. But I want it like it was before.
[ another click of the pen and then keith pauses. perhaps he ought to be warning the guy that his cock isn't exactly humanoid in all respects, but the longer he dwells, the more keith starts dismissing it. they aren't anything to each other. why explain when they're meant to be be indifferent to each other as people? if the guy doesn't like it, he's just as capable of spitting his dick out and canceling this whole fucking thing, right? right.
hesitation over, keith pushes both note and pen back through the hole and gets up from his chair, hands on his pants. ]
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again, the tone shift is hard to parse. the implied entitlement from before is gone, and the offer to satisfy keith first comes as a pleasant surprise. did something good happen in his guy's day? he ponders, then dropkicks the thought from his head. no thinking about who the guy on the other side of the door is or what his day to day is like, right? right.
keith bites the inside of his lip a little nervously, gaze shifted down to the front of his stupid yoga pants. he isn't actually aroused yet, and the weird sense of apprehension surrounding this house and meeting hasn't helped him feel much of anything. the promise of a blow though? he breathes out, trying to relax as he clicks the pen and twists to write on the paper over the arm of the chair. ]
Yeah.
But I want it like it was before.
[ another click of the pen and then keith pauses. perhaps he ought to be warning the guy that his cock isn't exactly humanoid in all respects, but the longer he dwells, the more keith starts dismissing it. they aren't anything to each other. why explain when they're meant to be be indifferent to each other as people? if the guy doesn't like it, he's just as capable of spitting his dick out and canceling this whole fucking thing, right? right.
hesitation over, keith pushes both note and pen back through the hole and gets up from his chair, hands on his pants. ]