[ shiro should close his eyes. the thought comes to him slowly and he’s just as sluggish in following it. his nose is a little smooshed. his eyes are edging closer to crossed with how they’re trying to focus on the too close wood paneling. it’s uncomfortable but it’s better. better because closing his eyes feels too much like giving up the last of his control. juvenile reasoning, really. looking, yet unseeing gives him no amount of power; he figures this out quick when something skates under all of his senses combined and smoothes over his tongue, surprising him into a soft noise.
one, two, he doesn’t rip his mouth away, and onto three, he thinks, okay, he’s actually doing this. truthfully, he doesn’t need much convincing. between galra abduction and kickstarting voltron, shiro hasn't had have much opportunity to chase dick. almost two weeks in porn prison now and he hasn’t had a dick in his mouth either. how embarrassing is it to admit that he hasn't realized how much he’s missed it until this exact moment? good thing he’s barred from speaking; he doesn’t think anyone would benefit from him mumbling around this cock how it’s been so long and he's so missed this.
perhaps it’s obvious anyway. there’s eagerness in the way he curls his tongue, trying to draw that cock in further. he doesn’t have to do much. those hips angle and feed him more, and soon, shiro exhales a pleased sigh before closing his lips. he likes that he’s soft. the idea of suckling gentle and constant until this cock thickens is a pleasant one. he wants that. he wants to feel every inch of growth and know the contrast, of how his mouth has to adjust to that fuller feeling.
through his nose, his breath comes in a heavy huff against the door, eyes finally slipping shut. his cheeks work and he swallows the extra spit, sucking in a steady rhythm in tandem to a tongue intent on mapping out the cock’s shape. he’s barely begun but he already has to widen the spread of his knees and press the butt of his metal palm to his crotch, feeling himself harden in time with the movements of his mouth. ]
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one, two, he doesn’t rip his mouth away, and onto three, he thinks, okay, he’s actually doing this. truthfully, he doesn’t need much convincing. between galra abduction and kickstarting voltron, shiro hasn't had have much opportunity to chase dick. almost two weeks in porn prison now and he hasn’t had a dick in his mouth either. how embarrassing is it to admit that he hasn't realized how much he’s missed it until this exact moment? good thing he’s barred from speaking; he doesn’t think anyone would benefit from him mumbling around this cock how it’s been so long and he's so missed this.
perhaps it’s obvious anyway. there’s eagerness in the way he curls his tongue, trying to draw that cock in further. he doesn’t have to do much. those hips angle and feed him more, and soon, shiro exhales a pleased sigh before closing his lips. he likes that he’s soft. the idea of suckling gentle and constant until this cock thickens is a pleasant one. he wants that. he wants to feel every inch of growth and know the contrast, of how his mouth has to adjust to that fuller feeling.
through his nose, his breath comes in a heavy huff against the door, eyes finally slipping shut. his cheeks work and he swallows the extra spit, sucking in a steady rhythm in tandem to a tongue intent on mapping out the cock’s shape. he’s barely begun but he already has to widen the spread of his knees and press the butt of his metal palm to his crotch, feeling himself harden in time with the movements of his mouth. ]