[ keith stretches one arm experimentally, fingers grabbing the back of the chair. obviously he can't stay here with his ass pressed to a door forever, but each time he moves his thigh half inches out of position, his ass seizess unpleasantly. again, in the back of his mind, he knows shiro would have carried him to his cot afterwards despite all insistence from keith that he can take care of himself. hilarious then, that when keith really does have to take care of himself, it feels lonely to do so. the fact that there's a bedroom one door over that he can rest in for a little while rather than attempt the walk down the flight of stairs before limping the rest of the way back to his cube is at least minor form of consolation, but it's hard not to want more than that.
too bad he left his tablet back in his cube just to avoid the possibility of somehow getting his identity leaked, huh? though maybe that'll only end up backfiring if shiro and the paladins are sending messages that aren't getting replies. fuck. so maybe he can't stay here long and maybe he needs to be making a concerted effort to get up instead of melting onto his chair.
one hard yank, keith tells himself. one solid pull up on the chair to get him properly on his feet and then he'll shuffle into the next room. whatever the etiquette is for saying goodbye to anon is a giant mystery, but obviously words are out. he takes a deep breath, psyching himself up and bracing for whatever discomfort slaps him around the ass, but what comes is not discomfort but a wet something gliding up from the back of his balls up to his ass.
keith actually fucking squeaks in surprise, clutching hard at the armrest again as his hole flutters and trembles under as anon works his tongue. it takes.... an embarrassingly long time for keith to work out that what's being applied to his ass cant possibly be a warm wet towel only because he's never once even contemplated or considered the idea that someone could ever possibly want to mouth at the filthiest part of him.
the realization sets in with mixed horror and panic. he can't possibly taste good there, can he? doubt spreads like wildfire and is just as quickly doused by the insistent press adn swirl of anon's tongue. ]
A-aaah....... fuuuuuh
[ fuck no talking. no talking. but heat spreads and spreads between his ass cheeks and over his face, tingling uncontrollable as his toes curl and uncurl in time with the lapping. fuck this is wrong and gross and filthy and -- whatever else that train of thought was, it's derailed by a sobbing moan. it's not quite the way he'd selfishly wanted to be taken care of, but it feels like anon is answering in his own way. his heart skips a stupid beat with the thought that he's being cleand up, and weirdly aches in a different way entirely.
maybe it's for the best that keith can't even begin to imagine shiro ever putting his mouth to anyone's asshole, let alone lick and suck with the kind of obvious pleasure this anon does it with, but he's trhumming all over from the sheer depravity of his first time. he pants, starting to feel his dick twitch again and only then pushes forward on the chair, dragging it along the ground and crashes onto his knees, panting heavily.
he twists to look over his shoulder at the hole in the balsa wood, expression longing and full of mixed emotions about the guy who gave him his first ass fucking, made it the polar opposite of what he'd imagined for himself and still made his dick skip with joy. head full and yet empty, keith blankly grabs his pants and gingerly pulls them up over his ankles and knees. here too, shiro would have probably helped him get dressed. held him tight.
but shiro isn't here, and instead he's staring down a door concealing a stranger he'll never get to know and might never even fuck again. but no -- no. the whole point was to not have any attachment or feeling about any of this, right? ignoring the tightness in his chest, keith squeezes his eyes shut and drags his pants up to his waist as he shakily gets to his feet. ]
bonding yes. catching feels.
too bad he left his tablet back in his cube just to avoid the possibility of somehow getting his identity leaked, huh? though maybe that'll only end up backfiring if shiro and the paladins are sending messages that aren't getting replies. fuck. so maybe he can't stay here long and maybe he needs to be making a concerted effort to get up instead of melting onto his chair.
one hard yank, keith tells himself. one solid pull up on the chair to get him properly on his feet and then he'll shuffle into the next room. whatever the etiquette is for saying goodbye to anon is a giant mystery, but obviously words are out. he takes a deep breath, psyching himself up and bracing for whatever discomfort slaps him around the ass, but what comes is not discomfort but a wet something gliding up from the back of his balls up to his ass.
keith actually fucking squeaks in surprise, clutching hard at the armrest again as his hole flutters and trembles under as anon works his tongue. it takes.... an embarrassingly long time for keith to work out that what's being applied to his ass cant possibly be a warm wet towel only because he's never once even contemplated or considered the idea that someone could ever possibly want to mouth at the filthiest part of him.
the realization sets in with mixed horror and panic. he can't possibly taste good there, can he? doubt spreads like wildfire and is just as quickly doused by the insistent press adn swirl of anon's tongue. ]
A-aaah....... fuuuuuh
[ fuck no talking. no talking. but heat spreads and spreads between his ass cheeks and over his face, tingling uncontrollable as his toes curl and uncurl in time with the lapping. fuck this is wrong and gross and filthy and -- whatever else that train of thought was, it's derailed by a sobbing moan. it's not quite the way he'd selfishly wanted to be taken care of, but it feels like anon is answering in his own way. his heart skips a stupid beat with the thought that he's being cleand up, and weirdly aches in a different way entirely.
maybe it's for the best that keith can't even begin to imagine shiro ever putting his mouth to anyone's asshole, let alone lick and suck with the kind of obvious pleasure this anon does it with, but he's trhumming all over from the sheer depravity of his first time. he pants, starting to feel his dick twitch again and only then pushes forward on the chair, dragging it along the ground and crashes onto his knees, panting heavily.
he twists to look over his shoulder at the hole in the balsa wood, expression longing and full of mixed emotions about the guy who gave him his first ass fucking, made it the polar opposite of what he'd imagined for himself and still made his dick skip with joy. head full and yet empty, keith blankly grabs his pants and gingerly pulls them up over his ankles and knees. here too, shiro would have probably helped him get dressed. held him tight.
but shiro isn't here, and instead he's staring down a door concealing a stranger he'll never get to know and might never even fuck again. but no -- no. the whole point was to not have any attachment or feeling about any of this, right? ignoring the tightness in his chest, keith squeezes his eyes shut and drags his pants up to his waist as he shakily gets to his feet. ]