[ it's fortunate that shiro has the foresight to elaborate before keith can beat him to it because that was indeed the path they were trekking. keith's brow wrinkles briefly with confusion, then comprehension makes him go a little wide-eyed when he follows shiro's gesturing down to his crotch. before keith can say anything though, shiro disappears behind his side of the partitioned room, leaving keith with a squirmy feeling in his stomach.
what was it lon sheremi had said? it'll make you feel better? keith quickly shakes himself from his memory stupor, turning around to focus on his folded prison uniform. trying to stay focused on changing out of his ridiculous costume proves to be impossible when his brain is seemingly intent on playing back the taunt that prompted his initial outburst. presumably, that amount must be working for shiro if it's been a while since they
i'm sensing some repression here. keith bites his lower lip hard as he picks at the buttons of his lab coat. is he not fucking you enough, kid? that's -- a whole host of things. laughable, pathetic , depressing all blended into something a little too real. of course, the fact of the matter is that they're not having sex at all... which is fine assuming none is the exact amount at which they're both satisfied.
with only one or two kisses traded between them in the weeks since last month, keith has to assume that for shiro at least, none is perfectly adequate. perhaps in a context other than porn prison, keith might have felt much the same way. after all, he's always been content to leave his sexuality an unanswered and unexplored mystery. porn prison's taken that luxury away however, and he's learned quite a fair bit about himself that he can't unlearn. against better judgment, keith lets his thoughts wander back towards anon's cock forcing him open as he shrugs the costume off his shoulders. he knows there's no need to feel guilt or shame over his sex life, but lately the two go hand in hand whenever he thinks about how shiro treats him in comparison. but then again, shiro's obviously having sex with others in prison. toji, for starters.
so.
keith scrunches his face, breathing out a heavy sigh. ]
You'd prefer someone else for that anyway.
[ the question is ill advised and perhaps a touch bitter, but keith tries to pass it off as a joke with a forced laugh. the lab coat comes off, and he reaches for his folded tank and pulls it on over head.
from outside, there's a brief lull in background chatter as lon shouts across the studio: ]
Oh yeah, kid! Make sure you get a nice fat plug inside you. We don't have all day to let beefcake over there take his time with ya.
hey they gotta save those credits to buy necessities like nice beds..??
what was it lon sheremi had said? it'll make you feel better? keith quickly shakes himself from his memory stupor, turning around to focus on his folded prison uniform. trying to stay focused on changing out of his ridiculous costume proves to be impossible when his brain is seemingly intent on playing back the taunt that prompted his initial outburst. presumably, that amount must be working for shiro if it's been a while since they
i'm sensing some repression here. keith bites his lower lip hard as he picks at the buttons of his lab coat. is he not fucking you enough, kid? that's -- a whole host of things. laughable, pathetic , depressing all blended into something a little too real. of course, the fact of the matter is that they're not having sex at all... which is fine assuming none is the exact amount at which they're both satisfied.
with only one or two kisses traded between them in the weeks since last month, keith has to assume that for shiro at least, none is perfectly adequate. perhaps in a context other than porn prison, keith might have felt much the same way. after all, he's always been content to leave his sexuality an unanswered and unexplored mystery. porn prison's taken that luxury away however, and he's learned quite a fair bit about himself that he can't unlearn. against better judgment, keith lets his thoughts wander back towards anon's cock forcing him open as he shrugs the costume off his shoulders. he knows there's no need to feel guilt or shame over his sex life, but lately the two go hand in hand whenever he thinks about how shiro treats him in comparison. but then again, shiro's obviously having sex with others in prison. toji, for starters.
so.
keith scrunches his face, breathing out a heavy sigh. ]
You'd prefer someone else for that anyway.
[ the question is ill advised and perhaps a touch bitter, but keith tries to pass it off as a joke with a forced laugh. the lab coat comes off, and he reaches for his folded tank and pulls it on over head.
from outside, there's a brief lull in background chatter as lon shouts across the studio: ]
Oh yeah, kid! Make sure you get a nice fat plug inside you. We don't have all day to let beefcake over there take his time with ya.