[ it's an endeavor unlike anything else that keith's ever endured. he knew taking a dick this size wasn't going to be easy. hell, it'd barely fit down his throat and when forced, it'd made him tear up and choke immediately. the way things had gone with lance, too, had made it all too abundantly clear that porn makes everything look far easier than it is in reality. part of that had been down to mutual inexperience, mutual discomfort with the situation obviously, but putting aside complicated and messy feelings about coercive circumstances -- a big dick is just hard to take.
keith groans throughout, hand still gripped tight over his cock as anonymous carefully moves, slowly adding inch by inch as keith struggles to open up for him. in an increasing fit of deliriousness, it feels fucking endless. keith cries out sharp, pitched and desperate when enough of it is fed inside to pressure his prostate, pre dribbling in uncontrollable rivulets from his tip.
fuck. he starts mouthing the word only for the hard 'ck' to be punched out with in a hoarse moan as anon takes a shallow thrust. legs trembling, keith leans more heavily on the chair, no longer quite caring that his ass is the highest point of his body. this is easily the most intimately he's ever allowed himself to be touched, and yet there's a whole lot of touching that isn't happening. there's no face to look at, no hand to hold onto, no words of encouragement breathed into his ear. it's fine, it's what he wants is what keith reminds himself, but inevitably as anon pushes the rest of his cock and makes keith stifle a scream as it drags over his gland, his thoughts drift a little to the way shiro's face had gone flushed with desire as keith rolled his hips over and over until he creamed himself. ]
Fuuuuh... [ he starts then clamps his mouth back shut. he never got a good look at shiro's dick obviously, but he'd felt it nice and thick against his ass and his dick. hell, maybe anon and shiro are even a little comparable in that regard. he shivers, then resumes pumping his hard dick a little as anon takes another break. is this what sex with shiro would have felt like if shiro had fucked him that day? would shiro be pushing inside him nice and slow, too?
it's wrong to be even imagining it. both because anon is anon, and shiro hadn't wanted him that way in the end, but keith is too lost in his own head to be concerned about what he should or shouldn't be doing. if he starts down that rabbit hole, he'd have to start questioning why he's even here, presenting his ass to a strange through a fucking hole in the bathroom door.
it takes a moment for keith to even realize anon has stopped moving entirely. at this point, they've fallen into a rhythm of slowly deepening pushes and pausing, but the expected additional inch or so never comes. keith lifts his head up a little, having lost track ages ago just how much must be inside. gingerly he reaches behind and groans wetly as fingers brush around the obscene grip of his rim tight around anon's cock. shivering, he scrambles for the pen and note and scribbles out a note. ]
You don't have to be gentle. I can take it. And I want to feel it. Please.
[ shivering, he drops the note onto the floor and sweeps it underneath. ]
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keith groans throughout, hand still gripped tight over his cock as anonymous carefully moves, slowly adding inch by inch as keith struggles to open up for him. in an increasing fit of deliriousness, it feels fucking endless. keith cries out sharp, pitched and desperate when enough of it is fed inside to pressure his prostate, pre dribbling in uncontrollable rivulets from his tip.
fuck. he starts mouthing the word only for the hard 'ck' to be punched out with in a hoarse moan as anon takes a shallow thrust. legs trembling, keith leans more heavily on the chair, no longer quite caring that his ass is the highest point of his body. this is easily the most intimately he's ever allowed himself to be touched, and yet there's a whole lot of touching that isn't happening. there's no face to look at, no hand to hold onto, no words of encouragement breathed into his ear. it's fine, it's what he wants is what keith reminds himself, but inevitably as anon pushes the rest of his cock and makes keith stifle a scream as it drags over his gland, his thoughts drift a little to the way shiro's face had gone flushed with desire as keith rolled his hips over and over until he creamed himself. ]
Fuuuuh... [ he starts then clamps his mouth back shut. he never got a good look at shiro's dick obviously, but he'd felt it nice and thick against his ass and his dick. hell, maybe anon and shiro are even a little comparable in that regard. he shivers, then resumes pumping his hard dick a little as anon takes another break. is this what sex with shiro would have felt like if shiro had fucked him that day? would shiro be pushing inside him nice and slow, too?
it's wrong to be even imagining it. both because anon is anon, and shiro hadn't wanted him that way in the end, but keith is too lost in his own head to be concerned about what he should or shouldn't be doing. if he starts down that rabbit hole, he'd have to start questioning why he's even here, presenting his ass to a strange through a fucking hole in the bathroom door.
it takes a moment for keith to even realize anon has stopped moving entirely. at this point, they've fallen into a rhythm of slowly deepening pushes and pausing, but the expected additional inch or so never comes. keith lifts his head up a little, having lost track ages ago just how much must be inside. gingerly he reaches behind and groans wetly as fingers brush around the obscene grip of his rim tight around anon's cock. shivering, he scrambles for the pen and note and scribbles out a note. ]
You don't have to be gentle.
I can take it.
And I want to feel it.
Please.
[ shivering, he drops the note onto the floor and sweeps it underneath. ]