[ between the stretching and the comforting pumps up down his cock, keith starts to lose track of time. even that pinch of anxiety over the prospect of getting caught with hisp pants down and his ass pressed to the bathroom door at an abandoned house fades into obscurity the longer anonymous works and eases him open. it's nothing but fallacy to think that not getting caught after however long they've already been here means they can't be caught a minute later, but his thoughts ease adn blur with the gradual easing of discomfort into jolts of pleasure. after however long it's been, even those two fingers lodged fully inside, scissoring apart feels good enough for his dick to start leaking pre again even without keith's hand encouraging the pleasure and he trembles from head to toe.
he almost doesn't see the fucking note passed under the door, but the paper brushes the back of his heel as it's shoved through. keith bites his lip, wondering what the fuck this guy could possibly want to be talking about right now. he pushes his upper body up a little from the chair, letting his cock hand dangle. nails scraping along the floorboards, keith barely manages to pick the paper up, unable to keep from moaning as the shift in angle makes those fingers hit just right and shivers. he reads the note once, panting heavily as he cradles his dick in his hand again.
it could be over just like this. with him masturbating as some guy has his fingers shoved in his ass. embarrassingly enough it probably wouldn't even take that long to jerk one out, huh? then keith can kneel on the floor and sit withi his mouth open at the hole in the door, drooling and unthinking for a little bit while his ass throbs and then they can both get the hell out of this dilapidated house.
one knock.
but that isn't what he came here to do. he wanted to be in control. to stay in control. have the freedom to stop at any time, and not have his identity attached to his vulnerability. it's the best kind of compromise he can get in a place that offers limited choice and limited control. swallowing hard, keith takes a deep breath and with a five second delay, knocks a second time. ]
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he almost doesn't see the fucking note passed under the door, but the paper brushes the back of his heel as it's shoved through. keith bites his lip, wondering what the fuck this guy could possibly want to be talking about right now. he pushes his upper body up a little from the chair, letting his cock hand dangle. nails scraping along the floorboards, keith barely manages to pick the paper up, unable to keep from moaning as the shift in angle makes those fingers hit just right and shivers. he reads the note once, panting heavily as he cradles his dick in his hand again.
it could be over just like this. with him masturbating as some guy has his fingers shoved in his ass. embarrassingly enough it probably wouldn't even take that long to jerk one out, huh? then keith can kneel on the floor and sit withi his mouth open at the hole in the door, drooling and unthinking for a little bit while his ass throbs and then they can both get the hell out of this dilapidated house.
one knock.
but that isn't what he came here to do. he wanted to be in control. to stay in control. have the freedom to stop at any time, and not have his identity attached to his vulnerability. it's the best kind of compromise he can get in a place that offers limited choice and limited control. swallowing hard, keith takes a deep breath and with a five second delay, knocks a second time. ]