[ shiro is surprised. time slips by and yet, anonymous’ ass stays right where it is. anonymous must have stronger legs than shiro does because his knees don’t buckle to bring him straight to the ground. maybe shiro didn’t nail him quite as ruinously as he’d originally believed. shiro grunts at the thought, partly disappointed. it’s brief though, this disappointment, because his thoughts wander on the explanation, only to land on something else entirely. if he didn’t tire him out before, perhaps there is more he can do. maybe that’s what anonymous is waiting for. the stubbornness needed to keep his ass poised and pressed to the hole while coming down from an orgasm carries with it expectation too. he’s waiting for something, he must be, otherwise why would he remain presented?
slowly, shiro shifts his weight and retucks his legs, settling onto his knees once more as he comes face to face with the gloryhole. he taps his upper lip with the tip of his tongue, considering the scene in front of him. the man’s ass is an absolute mess. cum coats his ass crack and trails heavily below; in the sections not coated in white, shiro can see how puffy and red his rim is. it’s gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, and addiction quickly builds in shiro. he wants to see more of it. he wants to see all of it.
so he leans in. the bridge of his nose knocks with the slope of the gloryhole’s cut out. it’s an annoyance but one he can gladly live with, because in the next moment, his tongue is extended and he’s dragging it long and dragging it slow from his perineum to his asshole. the cum – his cum – gathers in a pile along his tongue and with the last flick across his hole, shiro draws his tongue into his mouth, swallowing down an accumulation of flavor that has no right to be enjoyable. but shiro does enjoy it. he enjoys this. it’s filthy and exciting, and so, shiro will remain mashed in close to the gloryhole, tongue lapping at the mess. ]
it's fine. they're bonding, and that's the important thing here.
slowly, shiro shifts his weight and retucks his legs, settling onto his knees once more as he comes face to face with the gloryhole. he taps his upper lip with the tip of his tongue, considering the scene in front of him. the man’s ass is an absolute mess. cum coats his ass crack and trails heavily below; in the sections not coated in white, shiro can see how puffy and red his rim is. it’s gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, and addiction quickly builds in shiro. he wants to see more of it. he wants to see all of it.
so he leans in. the bridge of his nose knocks with the slope of the gloryhole’s cut out. it’s an annoyance but one he can gladly live with, because in the next moment, his tongue is extended and he’s dragging it long and dragging it slow from his perineum to his asshole. the cum – his cum – gathers in a pile along his tongue and with the last flick across his hole, shiro draws his tongue into his mouth, swallowing down an accumulation of flavor that has no right to be enjoyable. but shiro does enjoy it. he enjoys this. it’s filthy and exciting, and so, shiro will remain mashed in close to the gloryhole, tongue lapping at the mess. ]