[ shiro can’t see anything other than the balsa wood in front of him. he can hear shuffling, as well as a groan, but neither tip him off for having a tongue suddenly in his mouth. he emits a surprised ah, only to recover quickly as he flicks and rolls his tongue against the other man’s. it’s a tease, barely anything more than a brush and shiro wonders if that was the intent. he’s warm all over, still pleasantly high on endorphins flooding his system… but then there’s a knock and as shiro pulls away, that content, floaty feeling takes a sharp, downward turn.
mouthwash? he’s being presented mouthwash? now the brush seems a lot less teasing.
frowning, he plucks the travel size bottle and leans back, absentmindedly wiping sticky, metal fingers over the thigh portion of his pants. truthfully? shiro kind of likes the taste of him in his mouth. there’s a slight sweetness to his cum, a uniqueness that shiro is chalking up to his clearly alien roots. but shiro isn’t sure this is solely for his own benefit, not that he anticipates more kissing through that too small hole.
… he wouldn’t mind more kissing though.
so cap unscrewed, he knocks back a gulp and then starts swishing as he twists the bottle closed. it’s only then he realizes he can’t spit here. mentally sighing, he tucks his dick into his pants and stands up, walking over to the sink to spit. after running the faucet, he returns to his earlier spot, sitting just as before. he doesn’t immediately pass the bottle back through. he looks to their earlier correspondence and after a moment of debating, picks it up to jot down two quick lines. together with the bottle, he passes it through. ]
i'm proud of you. you did a normal sized tag.
mouthwash? he’s being presented mouthwash? now the brush seems a lot less teasing.
frowning, he plucks the travel size bottle and leans back, absentmindedly wiping sticky, metal fingers over the thigh portion of his pants. truthfully? shiro kind of likes the taste of him in his mouth. there’s a slight sweetness to his cum, a uniqueness that shiro is chalking up to his clearly alien roots. but shiro isn’t sure this is solely for his own benefit, not that he anticipates more kissing through that too small hole.
… he wouldn’t mind more kissing though.
so cap unscrewed, he knocks back a gulp and then starts swishing as he twists the bottle closed. it’s only then he realizes he can’t spit here. mentally sighing, he tucks his dick into his pants and stands up, walking over to the sink to spit. after running the faucet, he returns to his earlier spot, sitting just as before. he doesn’t immediately pass the bottle back through. he looks to their earlier correspondence and after a moment of debating, picks it up to jot down two quick lines. together with the bottle, he passes it through. ]
Minty (:
Thanks.