[ the note comes back thicker. heavier too. confusion has his brows knitting, the look staying with him even as he unwraps the note to find the hidden bottle of lube. he’s not so moronic to not piece it together. one beat, two, and then his frowning melts away as realization begins to bloom. in one hand is the lube and in the other, the note; he looks between the two, once, twice, and settles on good before shifting his gaze higher to find good boy from before. so anonymous wants him to…
something bumps against the door and shiro flicks his gaze even higher, to find the hole. or more accurately, a hole within a hole, heh.
the note crinkles noisily as both hands tighten. hopefully it’s enough to drown out his sharp inhale. when he said anything he hadn’t thought beyond mouth, tongue, soft cock. not that he’s complaining, of course. it just seems a little more – personal? is that the right word for it? it’s one thing to angle against a door and feed one’s cock through some soddy, hastily made hole and quite another to turn one’s back to it and…
fuck, now he’s picturing it. there’s a chair out there, right? he’s probably got his hands on it, supporting the lean of his body, bent there at the hips, spine straight and belly taunt. that’s as far as he can realistically go with it though. he doesn’t have any defining features to fill in the details… oh, except hair. anonymous has longer hair. detailed added but not nearly enough to satisfy him, shiro’s brain keeps churning, desperately trying to complete the picture he’s foolishly begun. is it any surprise then, that one moment he has a nondescript, overly generalized form with no face and in the next, he suddenly has keith?
he saw keith like this not too long ago. well, not like this, but with his pants drawn down and his hands braced on the bed as he arched his ass for shiro. god fucking shit. he tries to dislodge the image with a hard shake of his head. nothing. nada. it’s stuck. he’s not keith. obviously. still, shiro feels… dirtier as he sets the note aside and flicks back the bottle’s lid. this has been wrong since the get-go but those were boundaries he was willing to overstep. envisioning his best friend while he lubes up his fingers, however…?
he’s not thinking about keith. the thought comes on strong and it helps, briefly, in disrupting the image in his mind, granting him enough relief that he can lift his fingers to the glory hole without too much guilt. to keep his mind from wandering away from him, he focuses on good boy and goes to work on being just that as he touches his index and middle fingers to soft skin. he starts low. there’s enough space that he gets a glimpse of this boy’s perineum and so, he trails up from there, unnecessarily spreading slick. up, up, and he coasts through the split of his cheeks, which really isn’t as open as it should be.
he doesn’t dare fix that. his right hand is one of those unfortunate defining features. he doesn’t need to bring unnecessary suspicion on himself once he walks out of this house. so he makes due, circling his fingers in to spread lube around and around anonymous’ asshole. he loses count of how many times he circles the rim, but inevitably, his enjoyment for teasing runs thin and he smears lube directly over his hole. a finger hooks on the gap and then pressures in. he’s… tight. resistance comes quickly and shiro frowns at it, not at all expecting it. that’s okay though. shiro can go slow. though, as he starts pushing more, he wonders if perhaps he should have gone about this a different way… assuming anonymous would even be into that. ]
... true. because one does not simply walk into mordor.
something bumps against the door and shiro flicks his gaze even higher, to find the hole. or more accurately, a hole within a hole, heh.
the note crinkles noisily as both hands tighten. hopefully it’s enough to drown out his sharp inhale. when he said anything he hadn’t thought beyond mouth, tongue, soft cock. not that he’s complaining, of course. it just seems a little more – personal? is that the right word for it? it’s one thing to angle against a door and feed one’s cock through some soddy, hastily made hole and quite another to turn one’s back to it and…
fuck, now he’s picturing it. there’s a chair out there, right? he’s probably got his hands on it, supporting the lean of his body, bent there at the hips, spine straight and belly taunt. that’s as far as he can realistically go with it though. he doesn’t have any defining features to fill in the details… oh, except hair. anonymous has longer hair. detailed added but not nearly enough to satisfy him, shiro’s brain keeps churning, desperately trying to complete the picture he’s foolishly begun. is it any surprise then, that one moment he has a nondescript, overly generalized form with no face and in the next, he suddenly has keith?
he saw keith like this not too long ago. well, not like this, but with his pants drawn down and his hands braced on the bed as he arched his ass for shiro. god fucking shit. he tries to dislodge the image with a hard shake of his head. nothing. nada. it’s stuck. he’s not keith. obviously. still, shiro feels… dirtier as he sets the note aside and flicks back the bottle’s lid. this has been wrong since the get-go but those were boundaries he was willing to overstep. envisioning his best friend while he lubes up his fingers, however…?
he’s not thinking about keith. the thought comes on strong and it helps, briefly, in disrupting the image in his mind, granting him enough relief that he can lift his fingers to the glory hole without too much guilt. to keep his mind from wandering away from him, he focuses on good boy and goes to work on being just that as he touches his index and middle fingers to soft skin. he starts low. there’s enough space that he gets a glimpse of this boy’s perineum and so, he trails up from there, unnecessarily spreading slick. up, up, and he coasts through the split of his cheeks, which really isn’t as open as it should be.
he doesn’t dare fix that. his right hand is one of those unfortunate defining features. he doesn’t need to bring unnecessary suspicion on himself once he walks out of this house. so he makes due, circling his fingers in to spread lube around and around anonymous’ asshole. he loses count of how many times he circles the rim, but inevitably, his enjoyment for teasing runs thin and he smears lube directly over his hole. a finger hooks on the gap and then pressures in. he’s… tight. resistance comes quickly and shiro frowns at it, not at all expecting it. that’s okay though. shiro can go slow. though, as he starts pushing more, he wonders if perhaps he should have gone about this a different way… assuming anonymous would even be into that. ]