marmoron: marmoron (mildly confused)
keet "QUIT ACCUSING ME" yeehawson ([personal profile] marmoron) wrote in [personal profile] earthshine 2022-06-03 12:09 am (UTC)

i can't tread down this path of tolkien nerdery

[ there's nothing more for keith to see than the back of the chair and the landing for the stairs beyond that, but even so he keeps his head bowed, gaze boring holes into the seat. there's even less that can be done about the way his heart hammers behind his ribs as anxiety starts to set in through the slow brush up the line of his perineum. he shivers, breath held as he tries to keep his mind blank of thoughts like nobody's ever touched me there because the more conscious he is of those facts, the more skittish he gets. swallowing hard, his knees buckle a little at the first pass of lubed fingers around his rim. who would have thought his ass would be sensitive there? everyone with a functioning brain, but keith isn't operating on logic at this point.

biting hard at the soft tissue of his cheek, keith keeps himself from gasping or whimpering too much as fingers rove round and round, until he's dizzy trying to map out the sensation. throughout, he just can't help wondering if this is kind of teasing is better or worse than if a finger had slipped in right away. hell, what it is it shiro would've done?

a beat is all it takes for keith to dismiss the thought entirely. whatever it is shiro would have done, it wouldn't have involved a fuckign hole in the door, that's for sure. keith shudders, hole fluttering when the circling stops and. he knows better than to tense up right now when it's clear mystery guy's going to do something else, but unclenching and relaxing is difficult when a fingertip pulls at muscle and pushes inside.

this time, keith isn't quite able to keep entirely quiet. he gasps, breath petering into a higher pitched groan as the digit breaches. fuck. it doesn't hurt -- no, far from that. but it's hard not to think invasive and that doesn't belong there as that single finger pushes inside him,. remembering to breathe, keith starts counting through his inhales and exhales. breathe in to a count of five, exhale to another count of five, all through tightly grit teeth as he grips the arms of the chair just that much tighter.

is this how lance -- no. no. that's a whole other can of worms and keith needs not to exist in his own headspace. relaxing just enough that the motion of mystery man's finger no longer feels quite as foreign, keith rocks his hips back slightly, hopefully to signal more. buy in yhinking about anon's specific dick again, keith has to wonder who the fuck it's going to fit.
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