[ next time, he needs to find a stronger door. scratch that. next time he needs to nix the door and design a set up similar to the library shelf. something that allows him to get his hands on this man and guide his movements to rock back as shiro rocks forward, forcing out every sliver of space between them. if anonymous is loud now, then shiro can only imagine how much louder he would be – will be when he’s hitting full depth. shiro’s thoughts are wandering in fragmented, wanting pieces, completely free of any concern he’d initially had with prolonging these meetings. right now, he’s certain that he wants this again. the question is whether or not he will allow himself to follow through in attaining it when the pleasure is spent and his better rationale finds voice.
looks like he’ll be answering that question soon, because he’s not far off from finishing. physically, it’s daunting. mentally, it’s ruinous. the crack leads to a scream and then, the next roll has him thrusting into that hot, tight channel, the one that’s now clenching rhythmically to the shudders of the man’s body. he milks him beautifully, thoroughly, intensely – shiro can’t breathe through it. his lungs burn and he chokes trying to pull a sharp breath in. fuck, everything feels so good. his ears are buzzing and every nerve, all the way to his fingertips even, are tingling and thrumming with mounting pleasure.
he did that. he made anonymous feel so good. he took him through his first time and thoroughly broke that ass in, heh, maybe even ruined him a little. no one will measure up to him after this, so of course they’ll need to meet again and keith’ll just have to bend over like this again and let shiro…
wait, keith?
he doesn’t backtrack fast enough. he slips up again, once more superimposing the image of keith bent over onto the mystery someone on the other side of the door. one more thorough milking of that ass and shiro is there, slamming full force into his orgasm that it’s a miracle that he even manages to force himself out. he jerks hard on the back thrust and just barely has anonymous’ rim letting him go before shiro unloads all over his asshole. thick and warm, the cum catches in globs between his cheeks and promptly begins to seep downward, coating the underside of his ballsack.
shiro breathes out, too high on the flood of tingly feel-goods to feel embarrassed for the way he’d yelled some non-word, nonsense noise at the peak of his climax. stumbling back, shiro wobbles slightly on his legs and then gives into the desire to lower to the floor. he’s barely settles before he presses his flush cheek to the door, right beside the gloryhole and that crack. from the angle, he has a decent enough glimpse of that cum stained backside and so, shiro shamelessly takes his fill of staring at it, giving a quiet, approving moan. ]
i have a feeling this won't be the most embarrassing thing to happen to them here
looks like he’ll be answering that question soon, because he’s not far off from finishing. physically, it’s daunting. mentally, it’s ruinous. the crack leads to a scream and then, the next roll has him thrusting into that hot, tight channel, the one that’s now clenching rhythmically to the shudders of the man’s body. he milks him beautifully, thoroughly, intensely – shiro can’t breathe through it. his lungs burn and he chokes trying to pull a sharp breath in. fuck, everything feels so good. his ears are buzzing and every nerve, all the way to his fingertips even, are tingling and thrumming with mounting pleasure.
he did that. he made anonymous feel so good. he took him through his first time and thoroughly broke that ass in, heh, maybe even ruined him a little. no one will measure up to him after this, so of course they’ll need to meet again and keith’ll just have to bend over like this again and let shiro…
wait, keith?
he doesn’t backtrack fast enough. he slips up again, once more superimposing the image of keith bent over onto the mystery someone on the other side of the door. one more thorough milking of that ass and shiro is there, slamming full force into his orgasm that it’s a miracle that he even manages to force himself out. he jerks hard on the back thrust and just barely has anonymous’ rim letting him go before shiro unloads all over his asshole. thick and warm, the cum catches in globs between his cheeks and promptly begins to seep downward, coating the underside of his ballsack.
shiro breathes out, too high on the flood of tingly feel-goods to feel embarrassed for the way he’d yelled some non-word, nonsense noise at the peak of his climax. stumbling back, shiro wobbles slightly on his legs and then gives into the desire to lower to the floor. he’s barely settles before he presses his flush cheek to the door, right beside the gloryhole and that crack. from the angle, he has a decent enough glimpse of that cum stained backside and so, shiro shamelessly takes his fill of staring at it, giving a quiet, approving moan. ]