[ it’s a snug fit, which, frankly, isn’t unusual. what has shiro frowning is the tension he can feel roiling off the other man. his ass clenches hard around him, muscle fluttering every time he pauses in the push to swirl his finger around and around. up to the second bend in his finger now, shiro curls the tip to dig into that inner wall of smooth muscle, wanting to chase away the strain. he understands it, he thinks. it has to be nerve wracking to bend over and shove one’s ass to a door; no wonder he’s breathing hard on measured breaths. still… he trusts him, doesn’t he? he has to. in some capacity. such realization shouldn’t warm shiro so and yet, his belly flip flops and his chest seems to swell with pride? delight? purpose?
show me just how good you are. good boy.
shiro makes a soft, wanting sound in the back of his throat. it’s easily dwarfed by the pushback of those hips and the subsequent creak his ass makes against the balsa wood. shiro can be good. he knows a sure way to pop the tension and have anonymous melting against the door too. taking the encouragement to dip deeper, shiro inches along, a little quicker now. the lube eases the way, making the movements smooth and easy. soon enough, he’s down to the third knuckle, where finger meets hand and it’s then that he curls his finger again, prodding around trying to find a very special gland.
anatomy is anatomy, though everyone is a little different. one pass, two swirls, three crooks of his finger and then, he brushes over something distinct and a little squishy. there you are, he huffs and smirks to himself, barely allowing anonymous a moment to process the brush before he adjusts the angle of his finger. he curls in and presses his finger directly into his prostate gland to hold for thee, two, one, release. one, two, three, press and right into a slow grinding of his finger. ]
we shouldn't taint tolkien by discussing it in this cringe thread anyway
show me just how good you are.
good boy.
shiro makes a soft, wanting sound in the back of his throat. it’s easily dwarfed by the pushback of those hips and the subsequent creak his ass makes against the balsa wood. shiro can be good. he knows a sure way to pop the tension and have anonymous melting against the door too. taking the encouragement to dip deeper, shiro inches along, a little quicker now. the lube eases the way, making the movements smooth and easy. soon enough, he’s down to the third knuckle, where finger meets hand and it’s then that he curls his finger again, prodding around trying to find a very special gland.
anatomy is anatomy, though everyone is a little different. one pass, two swirls, three crooks of his finger and then, he brushes over something distinct and a little squishy. there you are, he huffs and smirks to himself, barely allowing anonymous a moment to process the brush before he adjusts the angle of his finger. he curls in and presses his finger directly into his prostate gland to hold for thee, two, one, release. one, two, three, press and right into a slow grinding of his finger. ]