[ he’s really tight. like, pins and needles tense, not quite ready, hardly done this before tight. shiro knows he’s a lot to take at once; he anticipates a hard push against and around him, as reflex kicks in to have that ass clenching tighter. it’s automatic. it’s the kind of reaction that most have, though ultimately learn to overcome with practice. shiro’s beginning to wonder if anonymous has that kind of practice. heh, wonder is generous. at present, shiro doesn’t have many brain cells free to do something so simple; so many are currently tied up in feels so good and holy fuck.
he’s missed this. he’s really missed pushing in slow and feeling, moment by moment, a body open for him. selfishly, he enjoys the struggle to it; he likes feeling every tremble and flutter, even the occasional jerk that slips through that careful concentration to relax. it feels good, physically, obviously, and mentally too. if anonymous is scraping at the chair and shaking on his feet, then shiro will wager that he’s likely among, if not the biggest man anonymous has ever taken. it’s a very pleasing thought, juvenile as it may be.
and he wants to hang onto that thought. he doesn’t often enjoy comparing himself to past lovers but it’s grounding here, because every time a cry or a groan filters through the balsa wood, his suspicions rise. more than that, every moment he spends hugged tight and fighting to push deeper, those suspicions become less free floating and a lot more solid. anonymous has done this before, hasn’t he? he wouldn’t have offered himself up here, now, this way if it was his first time, right?
shiro pauses in that slow, delving roll of his hips and stands stationary. mostly. he budges, marginally, for a lean at the waist that has his forehead pressing to the door. shiro doesn’t universally put value on virginity. his own hadn’t meant much to him, not when held up against the prospect of getting off with a flight mate during hell week of exams and practicals. he does hope for some people though, namely the team. and fuck he does not want to be thinking about any of them right now. three out of four, he succeeds. one remains stubbornly in his thoughts; fitting, perhaps, considering the person himself is a stubborn thing.
keith’s a virgin too, at least in this aspect. shiro wanted more for him than a hazy, get it over with moment, only given because aphro had been involved. keith deserved better than that. still does. it makes shiro wonder if he should make the same decision for anonymous here, too. he wants this. that much is certain from the knocks, as well as those little rocks that tease his cock in small fractions of an inch. this isn’t anything like it had been with keith. anonymous is clear headed and willing; it’s not shiro’s place to decide for him. he only needs to decide for himself: does he want to take someone’s virginity through a fucking gloryhole?
he pulls in a deep breath, eyes hooded and barely seeing as he tilts his head further to stare down toward the floor. ass meets the door and shiro sighs out, pushing his hips forward. he watches himself feed his cock through the hole, tiny slivers of it disappearing from view and being swallowed up by that still so tight ass on the other side. he moans and keeps feeding, having to look away because it’s too much to watch and feel. he presses his mouth to the door then, feeling the need to say something, anything, to tell anonymous he feels tight and hot and perfect. he doesn’t tell him though. he can’t. so he groans instead and keeps easing, start stopping just as before, perhaps even more than before now that he’s fairly sure of what he’s dealing with. eventually though, he will butt his hips to the door and when he does, he’ll stop, trembling through every breath as he waits for some indication that anonymous is ready. ]
i feel wrongly accused.
he’s missed this. he’s really missed pushing in slow and feeling, moment by moment, a body open for him. selfishly, he enjoys the struggle to it; he likes feeling every tremble and flutter, even the occasional jerk that slips through that careful concentration to relax. it feels good, physically, obviously, and mentally too. if anonymous is scraping at the chair and shaking on his feet, then shiro will wager that he’s likely among, if not the biggest man anonymous has ever taken. it’s a very pleasing thought, juvenile as it may be.
and he wants to hang onto that thought. he doesn’t often enjoy comparing himself to past lovers but it’s grounding here, because every time a cry or a groan filters through the balsa wood, his suspicions rise. more than that, every moment he spends hugged tight and fighting to push deeper, those suspicions become less free floating and a lot more solid. anonymous has done this before, hasn’t he? he wouldn’t have offered himself up here, now, this way if it was his first time, right?
shiro pauses in that slow, delving roll of his hips and stands stationary. mostly. he budges, marginally, for a lean at the waist that has his forehead pressing to the door. shiro doesn’t universally put value on virginity. his own hadn’t meant much to him, not when held up against the prospect of getting off with a flight mate during hell week of exams and practicals. he does hope for some people though, namely the team. and fuck he does not want to be thinking about any of them right now. three out of four, he succeeds. one remains stubbornly in his thoughts; fitting, perhaps, considering the person himself is a stubborn thing.
keith’s a virgin too, at least in this aspect. shiro wanted more for him than a hazy, get it over with moment, only given because aphro had been involved. keith deserved better than that. still does. it makes shiro wonder if he should make the same decision for anonymous here, too. he wants this. that much is certain from the knocks, as well as those little rocks that tease his cock in small fractions of an inch. this isn’t anything like it had been with keith. anonymous is clear headed and willing; it’s not shiro’s place to decide for him. he only needs to decide for himself: does he want to take someone’s virginity through a fucking gloryhole?
he pulls in a deep breath, eyes hooded and barely seeing as he tilts his head further to stare down toward the floor. ass meets the door and shiro sighs out, pushing his hips forward. he watches himself feed his cock through the hole, tiny slivers of it disappearing from view and being swallowed up by that still so tight ass on the other side. he moans and keeps feeding, having to look away because it’s too much to watch and feel. he presses his mouth to the door then, feeling the need to say something, anything, to tell anonymous he feels tight and hot and perfect. he doesn’t tell him though. he can’t. so he groans instead and keeps easing, start stopping just as before, perhaps even more than before now that he’s fairly sure of what he’s dealing with. eventually though, he will butt his hips to the door and when he does, he’ll stop, trembling through every breath as he waits for some indication that anonymous is ready. ]