[ there’s no hand in his hair and no way those hips can chase after him. at any moment here, he can pull back and breathe. he doesn’t though. he sits there and takes it, falling into the hazy headspace found when everything feels a little too much and a little too real. full as his throat is, he likes it. likes the stretch, likes the burn, likes how the seconds seem to suspend and drag. most of all, he likes the pitch of the other man’s voice as the pleasure hits an equally high point. it’s familiar; he’s heard it before. distantly , he thinks this, and then immediately places it. of course he’s heard that voice before… just last time, it was muffled with cock. those muffled, throaty sounds were good in the library, but these ones…
shiro tightens his grip around himself and keeps stroking, quick and brutal, matching the intensity as another second, two, three tick by. anonymous breaks first and shiro is, he supposes, grateful for that. he doesn’t open his mouth for a large gasp though; he keeps his lips tight and inhales sharp and long through his nose as he eases, only slightly, off the door. his lungs expand and the dizzy spell clears from his head, eyes opening a crack to see nothing but the door.
come back. he can take it. he’s ready. he tries to convey as much as he suckles at the tip, tongue still relentlessly rubbing against the underside. throughout, he keeps palming his dick, full well knowing he ought to stop before he quite literally blows his own blowjob. but there’s a sweet taste on his tongue and a promise for more that has him too far gone on want to even know how to stop
he keeps beating, keeps sucking, and after what feels like an eternity of waiting, ridges skate across his tongue and fill his mouth, only to hit mark with the back of his throat. he’s forced open again and this time, he takes anonymous’ dick beautifully. no choking, no sputter – he relaxes into the push and tries to hum. he doesn’t quite succeed on that front but the reverberation of his throat making a garbled noise likely feels nice anyway. the door rattles and shiro presses hard against it, wanting in the moment to somehow reach through and hold him by the hip, to keep him there, two ridges deep. anonymous does stay… briefly. just long enough to shoot heat directly down his throat. shiro’s throat convulses, not even experience quite saving him from reflex. he gulps and it’s a clusterfuck of opposite movements: his throat hugs tight through the swallow and those ridges drag hard as they retreat. more cum fills his mouth and shiro wastes a few drops of it as the cock slips out of his mouth, lungs working hard to breathe.
the frantic beat of his palm is too much and he remembers too late to seal his lips, just about drooling spit and cum as he finds his own orgasm. he comes all over the door and his fingers, the motion of his hand not stopping until he milks himself empty. it’s only then that he remembers to close his mouth and swallow down. and after he does? before he’s even settled his breathing or the frantic beating of his heart? he leans forward, opens his mouth and fits it to the hole, mindless in his desire to show anonymous that he swallowed everything. ]
we need to go to novels anonymous. learn how to stop. also i need a bj icon clearly.
shiro tightens his grip around himself and keeps stroking, quick and brutal, matching the intensity as another second, two, three tick by. anonymous breaks first and shiro is, he supposes, grateful for that. he doesn’t open his mouth for a large gasp though; he keeps his lips tight and inhales sharp and long through his nose as he eases, only slightly, off the door. his lungs expand and the dizzy spell clears from his head, eyes opening a crack to see nothing but the door.
come back. he can take it. he’s ready. he tries to convey as much as he suckles at the tip, tongue still relentlessly rubbing against the underside. throughout, he keeps palming his dick, full well knowing he ought to stop before he quite literally blows his own blowjob. but there’s a sweet taste on his tongue and a promise for more that has him too far gone on want to even know how to stop
he keeps beating, keeps sucking, and after what feels like an eternity of waiting, ridges skate across his tongue and fill his mouth, only to hit mark with the back of his throat. he’s forced open again and this time, he takes anonymous’ dick beautifully. no choking, no sputter – he relaxes into the push and tries to hum. he doesn’t quite succeed on that front but the reverberation of his throat making a garbled noise likely feels nice anyway. the door rattles and shiro presses hard against it, wanting in the moment to somehow reach through and hold him by the hip, to keep him there, two ridges deep. anonymous does stay… briefly. just long enough to shoot heat directly down his throat. shiro’s throat convulses, not even experience quite saving him from reflex. he gulps and it’s a clusterfuck of opposite movements: his throat hugs tight through the swallow and those ridges drag hard as they retreat. more cum fills his mouth and shiro wastes a few drops of it as the cock slips out of his mouth, lungs working hard to breathe.
the frantic beat of his palm is too much and he remembers too late to seal his lips, just about drooling spit and cum as he finds his own orgasm. he comes all over the door and his fingers, the motion of his hand not stopping until he milks himself empty. it’s only then that he remembers to close his mouth and swallow down. and after he does? before he’s even settled his breathing or the frantic beating of his heart? he leans forward, opens his mouth and fits it to the hole, mindless in his desire to show anonymous that he swallowed everything. ]