[ well. maybe next time shiro blows him, shiro will refuse the mouthwash and coax him in toward the hole, where he can tongue over some of his cum. he smiles faintly to himself and then pauses on that thought, two words repeating in his head. next time…? he chews on his bottom lip, once again contemplating the note, as well as his options.
he can’t possibly be considering continuing with this back alley-esque meet, with no names and no speaking outside of a few notes, can he? this is meant to be one last hurrah to clear his system, so he can dial in his focus and commit to the plan of getting out of this prison without becoming distracted by inappropriate options, who aren't options at all. he hasn’t even thought of his sentence sheet throughout any of this. this is purely indulgent and there’s no place for indulgence at this prison outside of what is necessary on that sheet.
he tells himself this and yet, he’s still got the note up against the door, pen’s point to the space below the last message. it feels lackluster to end things here. it felt good in the moment, to squeeze himself through the motion of that dick digging down into his throat, but now… he feels his face warm in embarrassment. so much for his legendary patience, huh? maybe the other man will be relieved. and maybe it’s for the best. they’re perfectly even now. a blow for a blow.
swallowing back the urge to sigh, he jots out a few lines and passes the note over. ]
I would, except I’m down for the count right now. Made a mess all over the door.
[ blew while blowing; anon mouth knows all about that, right? ]
oh no... i'm relapsing.
he can’t possibly be considering continuing with this back alley-esque meet, with no names and no speaking outside of a few notes, can he? this is meant to be one last hurrah to clear his system, so he can dial in his focus and commit to the plan of getting out of this prison without becoming distracted by inappropriate options, who aren't options at all. he hasn’t even thought of his sentence sheet throughout any of this. this is purely indulgent and there’s no place for indulgence at this prison outside of what is necessary on that sheet.
he tells himself this and yet, he’s still got the note up against the door, pen’s point to the space below the last message. it feels lackluster to end things here. it felt good in the moment, to squeeze himself through the motion of that dick digging down into his throat, but now… he feels his face warm in embarrassment. so much for his legendary patience, huh? maybe the other man will be relieved. and maybe it’s for the best. they’re perfectly even now. a blow for a blow.
swallowing back the urge to sigh, he jots out a few lines and passes the note over. ]
I would, except I’m down for the count right now.
Made a mess all over the door.
[ blew while blowing; anon mouth knows all about that, right? ]