[ the jacket comes off while the man reads over the note. shiro doesn’t do anything with it, other than ball it up and toss it on the floor. the note and pen make their reappearance shortly thereafter, shiro taking both via his left hand. a short read later and shiro frowns, opening his mouth on a bout of confusion that almost has him blundering this whole anonymity deal. he snaps his mouth shut and rolls his eyes at himself. idiot.
he rereads the second line and ignores the pen still in hand, wanting to work through this, rather than embarrass himself by asking what he means by that. he wants it like it was before? so last time. last time when shiro fed his dick between his lips and tugged his hair, coaxing him deeper and deeper until…
oh. he wants to fuck his throat, doesn’t he?
he squints, head cocking to the side as though changing the angle will give him another perspective. unneeded; he’s fairly sure he’s guessed right. unfortunately, they’re limited in that regard. his friend here can’t grab at his hair and hold him down as his throat works around him. there’s relief to be found in that but also… – shiro deepens that frown, face hard and knotted. he hasn’t blown anyone in ages. it’s one of those, you never forget, once you learn, type of deals, but that doesn’t settle his nerves. he sees everything wrong with agreeing sight unseen to let a stranger face fuck him. how big is his dick? how rough is he going to be? will he be kind? cruel? will he force him to gag and choke as shiro did to him not all that long ago?
shiro winces a little at that. he can blame the aphro all he likes, it doesn’t quite excuse how much shiro enjoyed this man choking on him. how much shiro still likes the idea of him choking on him. it’s right then and there that shiro knows what his answer is. still, he keeps with his stalling and takes his time in folding up the note. together, he drops both items to the floor and then toes his balled jacket in front of himself. when he kneels, it’s with his knees on his jacket.
if the man is watching closely through the hole, he may get a glimpse of lips being wetted. just two beats while shiro settles and then those lips are gone. spread. mouth open wide, shiro presses it to the edges of that circular hole. it’s dirty, not just in action but in the door itself. shiro shudders as that fact weighs heavy on his consciousness and yet, he flattens his tongue and extends it slightly, the tip resting over the wood, and acting as an enticing bridge for a cock to slide over.
it’s only fair he repeats in mind, not at all convinced this is actually that. this feels more submissive than the hair pulling and face directing that shiro did to him. even so, he keeps position and waits, half hoping the man feeds him his dick before shiro’s better sense catches up. ]
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he rereads the second line and ignores the pen still in hand, wanting to work through this, rather than embarrass himself by asking what he means by that. he wants it like it was before? so last time. last time when shiro fed his dick between his lips and tugged his hair, coaxing him deeper and deeper until…
oh. he wants to fuck his throat, doesn’t he?
he squints, head cocking to the side as though changing the angle will give him another perspective. unneeded; he’s fairly sure he’s guessed right. unfortunately, they’re limited in that regard. his friend here can’t grab at his hair and hold him down as his throat works around him. there’s relief to be found in that but also… – shiro deepens that frown, face hard and knotted. he hasn’t blown anyone in ages. it’s one of those, you never forget, once you learn, type of deals, but that doesn’t settle his nerves. he sees everything wrong with agreeing sight unseen to let a stranger face fuck him. how big is his dick? how rough is he going to be? will he be kind? cruel? will he force him to gag and choke as shiro did to him not all that long ago?
shiro winces a little at that. he can blame the aphro all he likes, it doesn’t quite excuse how much shiro enjoyed this man choking on him. how much shiro still likes the idea of him choking on him. it’s right then and there that shiro knows what his answer is. still, he keeps with his stalling and takes his time in folding up the note. together, he drops both items to the floor and then toes his balled jacket in front of himself. when he kneels, it’s with his knees on his jacket.
if the man is watching closely through the hole, he may get a glimpse of lips being wetted. just two beats while shiro settles and then those lips are gone. spread. mouth open wide, shiro presses it to the edges of that circular hole. it’s dirty, not just in action but in the door itself. shiro shudders as that fact weighs heavy on his consciousness and yet, he flattens his tongue and extends it slightly, the tip resting over the wood, and acting as an enticing bridge for a cock to slide over.
it’s only fair he repeats in mind, not at all convinced this is actually that. this feels more submissive than the hair pulling and face directing that shiro did to him. even so, he keeps position and waits, half hoping the man feeds him his dick before shiro’s better sense catches up. ]