[ shiro is expecting a long drawn moan, one with the right kind of pitch that’ll plead in the absence of words. if not that, he’s expecting, instead, that ass to start grinding and squirming in those same small rocks of before. what shiro is not expecting is for paper to catch at the floor and be shoved through the bottom crack of the door. gosh, if this man’s got a steady enough hand to jot out four lines of dialogue, then shiro certainly isn’t doing something right. or maybe he is. without even reading the words themselves, the appearance of the note all on its own signifies that the man is adjusted, ready, okay. it’s nerve wracking not being able to see his partner. shiro didn’t want to hurt him, so he’d tried his best to ease slow and gentle, and look… it seems his efforts have paid off. anonymous is fine, though, entirely impatient.
he lifts his head off the door. he probably has a big red spot in the center of his forehead with the way he’s been leaning for the past however long that took. unimportant detail, of course, and shiro doesn’t even bother to rub his fingers to the spot as he tilts to get a better read of the note.
he doesn’t have to be gentle? anonymous can take it? shiro clicks his tongue in lieu of scoffing, thinking virgins with exasperation. anonymous wants to feel it too, huh? so, earlier suspicions are confirmed: virgin or not, though he’s heavily leaning toward virgin, anonymous has never taken dick as large as his. if he had, he’d know that however shiro chooses to fuck him here, whether hard or gentle, anonymous will be feeling this tomorrow. hell, he’ll be feeling it five minutes post the pull out. the amount of pain he feels in the throb of his ass… that’s what is the aspect shiro can control here.
and again, he has no real desire to hurt anonymous. so they’re doing it his way: with patience.
dragging his gaze from staring a little too long at please, shiro redirects to where his hips still rest close to the hole. he braces both arms against the door, from palms to forearms, and then angles his hips back. halfway, that’s all, then he rolls right back deep. the thrusts are shallow. testing. encouraging in the way they keep anonymous mostly full. then he goes to two-thirds. the thrusts draw longer, though still mellow in intensity. none of it lasts too terribly long. he set himself up for patience, but he’s whittling down his willpower as much as, if not more so, than anonymous’ here.
so the first time he draws all the way back, to the point of feeling his rim gripping tight just below his tip, shiro rolls his hips and slides in with that same, measured force. but on the second pass… – he pauses for half a breath longer, with the rim teasing at his cock head, thinking can take it, want to feel it and please. with that last bit, he adjusts his feet and snaps his hips forward, hitting hard enough against the door that it rattles. there’s pain to be found in such movement, but it does take finding when everything else inside him sings yes. he grunts and moves right into the next thrust, hands still braced to the door. hitting deep and hitting hard, shiro’s far from gentle with the rhythm he adopts. throughout, he tries to match the right angle and right depth to tease his prostate, focus entirely narrowed to that third line in the note. ]
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he lifts his head off the door. he probably has a big red spot in the center of his forehead with the way he’s been leaning for the past however long that took. unimportant detail, of course, and shiro doesn’t even bother to rub his fingers to the spot as he tilts to get a better read of the note.
he doesn’t have to be gentle? anonymous can take it? shiro clicks his tongue in lieu of scoffing, thinking virgins with exasperation. anonymous wants to feel it too, huh? so, earlier suspicions are confirmed: virgin or not, though he’s heavily leaning toward virgin, anonymous has never taken dick as large as his. if he had, he’d know that however shiro chooses to fuck him here, whether hard or gentle, anonymous will be feeling this tomorrow. hell, he’ll be feeling it five minutes post the pull out. the amount of pain he feels in the throb of his ass… that’s what is the aspect shiro can control here.
and again, he has no real desire to hurt anonymous. so they’re doing it his way: with patience.
dragging his gaze from staring a little too long at please, shiro redirects to where his hips still rest close to the hole. he braces both arms against the door, from palms to forearms, and then angles his hips back. halfway, that’s all, then he rolls right back deep. the thrusts are shallow. testing. encouraging in the way they keep anonymous mostly full. then he goes to two-thirds. the thrusts draw longer, though still mellow in intensity. none of it lasts too terribly long. he set himself up for patience, but he’s whittling down his willpower as much as, if not more so, than anonymous’ here.
so the first time he draws all the way back, to the point of feeling his rim gripping tight just below his tip, shiro rolls his hips and slides in with that same, measured force. but on the second pass… – he pauses for half a breath longer, with the rim teasing at his cock head, thinking can take it, want to feel it and please. with that last bit, he adjusts his feet and snaps his hips forward, hitting hard enough against the door that it rattles. there’s pain to be found in such movement, but it does take finding when everything else inside him sings yes. he grunts and moves right into the next thrust, hands still braced to the door. hitting deep and hitting hard, shiro’s far from gentle with the rhythm he adopts. throughout, he tries to match the right angle and right depth to tease his prostate, focus entirely narrowed to that third line in the note. ]