[ it’s difficult to let up on his prostate – or whatever equivalent it is that this humanoid alien has – once he’s found it. why? anonymous sounds really good, that’s why. before, shiro had gotten that half-yell, half-moan and thought it to be an absolute treat, though an unlikely one to repeat. the thought of hearing more than muffled, bitten back sounds had been too unlikely for him to hope for, but then again, being allowed to play with this man’s ass had been beyond his expectations too. now, it’s like the man has forgotten himself. he’s mewling and moaning, and when he isn’t doing that, he’s panting, making an absolute racket of sound on his side of the door. shiro wants to bully his prostate until his knees buckle. even torture him with the pleasure of it until his voice starts to wear or his cock fills and empties again, which ever comes first.
but there’s possibility here. anonymous didn’t direct him on how far this is meant to go. is he meant to finger him? eat him out? fuck him? show me just how good you are. maybe that’s it. maybe there is no boundary here other than the door and the necessity for shiro to perform. maybe anonymous wants shiro to decide on how far this goes.
so he lets off that sensitive gland and drags his finger out. he catches the rim at his nailbed and pushes back in, lazy and indulgent in finger fucking him. anonymous’ body shifting doesn’t disrupt the rhythm, but shiro does lean in closer to the hole, curious to know what it is the other man is doing. fingers come into view, grasping at one butt cheek and pulling without a hint of hesitation.
oh. they’re on the same wavelength. shiro’s smiling in the next moment and he pauses then, with the tip of his finger barely held, eagerly taking in the broadened view of this man’s hole. it’s messy but beautiful, all slicked up and pink. the stretch is barely anything at all and he finds he ought to change that, especially if anonymous allows him to finish this the way shiro might want to. he’s taken a lot of liberties with his good-sense and safety here, hasn’t he? a blow through a door? him confined in a room with no exit other than the door that has who knows who on the other side? penetration is obviously much more involved and lasting than a few sucks. does he want to go that far with someone he’s never directly spoken to?
he presses his middle finger to his index and together, pushes them inside, once again thrusting deep, though this time being sure to find his prostate and prod at it before retreating. he does have anal on his sheet, so he will have to do it with someone, sometime. if anonymous allows it… why not, right? get it over and done with. he justifies the want as best he can but there’s no real denying it. this is want. watching and feeling that ass wrapped tight around two fingers has him restless and keyed up. he wants to fuck anonymous because he wants to fuck him, end of story. so he really hopes anonymous doesn’t mind when he deliberately and obviously begins stretching him, fingers splitting apart to encourage him wider. ]
... if you keep bringing tolkien into this, i'm talking of walter white & his tighty whities
but there’s possibility here. anonymous didn’t direct him on how far this is meant to go. is he meant to finger him? eat him out? fuck him? show me just how good you are. maybe that’s it. maybe there is no boundary here other than the door and the necessity for shiro to perform. maybe anonymous wants shiro to decide on how far this goes.
so he lets off that sensitive gland and drags his finger out. he catches the rim at his nailbed and pushes back in, lazy and indulgent in finger fucking him. anonymous’ body shifting doesn’t disrupt the rhythm, but shiro does lean in closer to the hole, curious to know what it is the other man is doing. fingers come into view, grasping at one butt cheek and pulling without a hint of hesitation.
oh. they’re on the same wavelength. shiro’s smiling in the next moment and he pauses then, with the tip of his finger barely held, eagerly taking in the broadened view of this man’s hole. it’s messy but beautiful, all slicked up and pink. the stretch is barely anything at all and he finds he ought to change that, especially if anonymous allows him to finish this the way shiro might want to. he’s taken a lot of liberties with his good-sense and safety here, hasn’t he? a blow through a door? him confined in a room with no exit other than the door that has who knows who on the other side? penetration is obviously much more involved and lasting than a few sucks. does he want to go that far with someone he’s never directly spoken to?
he presses his middle finger to his index and together, pushes them inside, once again thrusting deep, though this time being sure to find his prostate and prod at it before retreating. he does have anal on his sheet, so he will have to do it with someone, sometime. if anonymous allows it… why not, right? get it over and done with. he justifies the want as best he can but there’s no real denying it. this is want. watching and feeling that ass wrapped tight around two fingers has him restless and keyed up. he wants to fuck anonymous because he wants to fuck him, end of story. so he really hopes anonymous doesn’t mind when he deliberately and obviously begins stretching him, fingers splitting apart to encourage him wider. ]