[ there's a short delay on the note coming back which is just as well as it gives keith an extra beat to consider what he's actually offering here. he gets no further than finding that he sincerely likes that this guy had been jerking himself off while performing because... what? they're kindred spirits in perversion and debauchery? it'd almost funny, but this time keith doesn't laugh when he retrieves the note to read.
fuck. the enthusiasm really shouldn't make him fond, but being so unabashedly wanted in this capacity while keeping most boundaries up makes it so much easier to get swept into a mood. a real mood, this time. not one artificially heighted by aphrodisiac. he stares at the note, inexplicably relieved somehow that this whole good boy thing isn't going contested.
glancing back towards his bag where he's stashed a small bottle of lube from that blasted "how to be a good mate" class, keith bites the inside of his lip. shiro is, as always, an ever present thought and shadow in the back of his mind. even now, it's stilll shiro that keith trusts most to bend him over, but the idea's been so thoroughly poisoned by the consequences of his punishment that they can't even talk about sex.
...heh. not that they'd been good about talking about sexual intimacy before
point being, shiro's obviously found his own comfort in soliciting sex from strangers asking for it on the network and it's keith who's hanging on for dear life to comfort that's entirely one sided. the most he can really hope for here is that his first time experiencing sex from this side is that it's entirely under his control.
mystery guy over here is eager to pleas -- the only one who's been eager to please, and if keith doesn't like it, stopping is as easy as edging away from the door. there won't be any hands holding him down or handcuffs keeping him immobilized. it's as good as it's ever going to get, huh?
keith lets out a deep breath, then fishes out the lube from his bag. another beat, then he gets to writing a short message. ]
Show me just how good you are.
[ he wraps the note around the bottle and passes both through the door. now, the moment of truth. last chance he has to back out, but he doesn't take that option. keith tugs his pants down, leaving him standing naked from the waist down and tad takes an audibly deep breath. he arragnes himself carefully on the chair, leaning heavily against it to present his ass to the door. he backs up slowly lining his hole to the opening. ]
as a friend, shouldn't i be keeping you from walking into morodr.
fuck. the enthusiasm really shouldn't make him fond, but being so unabashedly wanted in this capacity while keeping most boundaries up makes it so much easier to get swept into a mood. a real mood, this time. not one artificially heighted by aphrodisiac. he stares at the note, inexplicably relieved somehow that this whole good boy thing isn't going contested.
glancing back towards his bag where he's stashed a small bottle of lube from that blasted "how to be a good mate" class, keith bites the inside of his lip. shiro is, as always, an ever present thought and shadow in the back of his mind. even now, it's stilll shiro that keith trusts most to bend him over, but the idea's been so thoroughly poisoned by the consequences of his punishment that they can't even talk about sex.
...heh. not that they'd been good about talking about sexual intimacy before
point being, shiro's obviously found his own comfort in soliciting sex from strangers asking for it on the network and it's keith who's hanging on for dear life to comfort that's entirely one sided. the most he can really hope for here is that his first time experiencing sex from this side is that it's entirely under his control.
mystery guy over here is eager to pleas -- the only one who's been eager to please, and if keith doesn't like it, stopping is as easy as edging away from the door. there won't be any hands holding him down or handcuffs keeping him immobilized. it's as good as it's ever going to get, huh?
keith lets out a deep breath, then fishes out the lube from his bag. another beat, then he gets to writing a short message. ]
Show me just how good you are.
[ he wraps the note around the bottle and passes both through the door. now, the moment of truth. last chance he has to back out, but he doesn't take that option. keith tugs his pants down, leaving him standing naked from the waist down and tad takes an audibly deep breath. he arragnes himself carefully on the chair, leaning heavily against it to present his ass to the door. he backs up slowly lining his hole to the opening. ]