[ keith takes the slip of paper as it passes thorugh and blinks. it's... fuck. nobody's ever talked to him like this and this isn't even talking. heat blooms across his face, a shiver rolls down his spine and it's then that keith has to grapple with the fact that maybe he likes being talked to like this. he glances down the front of his pants. his cock had gotten soft in the brief moment of panic, but the note seems to have breathed life back into it.
embarrassed but admittedly aroused, keith jots back a reply, writing quickly on the door for support. ]
Do you like it?
[ he takes a moment to stare at the message, unsure if it sounds confident or cringe or some other faux pas. tempted to just crumple up the paper so anon doesn't read anything at all, keith hesitates then edits: ]
Do you like it? Don't answer that. I like when you ask nicely.
[ then after passing the note through the door, keith takes a deep breath drops his pen on the chair and the bag on the floor. another beat, then he tugs his pants back down, fabric swathed around his knees and situates himself in front of the hole, and feeds just the tip through. ]
no subject
embarrassed but admittedly aroused, keith jots back a reply, writing quickly on the door for support. ]
Do you like it?
[ he takes a moment to stare at the message, unsure if it sounds confident or cringe or some other faux pas. tempted to just crumple up the paper so anon doesn't read anything at all, keith hesitates then edits: ]
Do you like it?Don't answer that.
I like when you ask nicely.
[ then after passing the note through the door, keith takes a deep breath drops his pen on the chair and the bag on the floor. another beat, then he tugs his pants back down, fabric swathed around his knees and situates himself in front of the hole, and feeds just the tip through. ]