[ shiro’s got one hand clenching at his thigh and the other still palming, now rotating against his crotch. the one good thing about these sinfully ugly uniforms is that they have adequate stretch. it’s still confining and not the ideal, but it’s enough of a give for the chub he’s got going. he’ll be much more than a chub in a few ticks at the rate he’s going. this is why he misses it: the strange shape forming in his mouth. the alarm bells don’t go off on the first pass of his tongue over an uneven stretch of skin. he’s too busy shuddering through the pleasure wrought from the movement of his own hand, thinking about how he should’ve taken himself out from the get go. he could be stroking himself in time and squeezing to each hollowing of his cheeks that coaxs that dick thicker, longer, ridgier…?
wait. that’s not right.
the movement of his palm slows and he cracks his eyes open, brows knitting. sure, it’s been awhile since he’s been on the market, but last he remembers, it didn’t feel like this. there are curves where there shouldn’t be and angles that catch at his teeth, his palate, his tongue. he rubs that last one along the underside, wanting to convince himself he’s imagining it, but the separation is clear. one, two, three, so on and so form, there are… ridges…?
he doesn’t know what to do with the realization and that's okay, because anonymous inadvertently pulls him toward a decision with a pull of his hips. hips slide back and shiro loses half an inch… and then loses them all, as his own body jerks in the other direction, as lips part wider to let the cock slip free. ]
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wait. that’s not right.
the movement of his palm slows and he cracks his eyes open, brows knitting. sure, it’s been awhile since he’s been on the market, but last he remembers, it didn’t feel like this. there are curves where there shouldn’t be and angles that catch at his teeth, his palate, his tongue. he rubs that last one along the underside, wanting to convince himself he’s imagining it, but the separation is clear. one, two, three, so on and so form, there are… ridges…?
he doesn’t know what to do with the realization and that's okay, because anonymous inadvertently pulls him toward a decision with a pull of his hips. hips slide back and shiro loses half an inch… and then loses them all, as his own body jerks in the other direction, as lips part wider to let the cock slip free. ]