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[marmoron]

[ this whole process is nervewrecking in a way that's hard to pin down. obviously, keith's had plenty of text conversations before and hadn't felt a lick of anxiety over not being able to read how his words were taken -- hell, plenty of face to face interactions have occurred where keith's given less than zero care for reception. here, it's the bizarre amalgamation of having nothing to really work with, but hearing a cluster of noises anyway. rustling fabric, the crak of floorboards, the gentle push on the bathroom door. heart racing fast and hard, keith holds his breath while keeping his eyes fixed at the hole in the door.

it takes a few ticks, but sure enough he catches a glimpse of a mouth and then a pink tongue rolls over the bottom lip of the wood. keith slowly exhales and briefly closes his eyes.

okay, so the guy's actually gonna do it. it trying to qualify that, keith substitutes it for yet another euphemism in the word payback. payback in the form of what, choking a man on his dick? keith swallows hard, heat rising up to his face and spreading warm across his cheeks. is this what keith's into now? fuck.

trying not to think any further, keith pulls down his pants letting both yoga pants and underwear hang loose above his knees and tries not to think about how his bareass will be flashing anyone who decides to come inside the house and up the stairs. still soft, keith takes his dick in hand and gives himself a quick stroke before angling himself closer to the door and resting just the tip on that protruding tongue. instantly a shiver rolls down his spine at the from having something warm and wet cushion the bottom of his cock head and the sheer filth of it all makes him gasp audibly as he slowly feeds an inch or so more into that waiting mouth. ]

[earthshine]

[ shiro should close his eyes. the thought comes to him slowly and he’s just as sluggish in following it. his nose is a little smooshed. his eyes are edging closer to crossed with how they’re trying to focus on the too close wood paneling. it’s uncomfortable but it’s better. better because closing his eyes feels too much like giving up the last of his control. juvenile reasoning, really. looking, yet unseeing gives him no amount of power; he figures this out quick when something skates under all of his senses combined and smoothes over his tongue, surprising him into a soft noise.

one, two, he doesn’t rip his mouth away, and onto three, he thinks, okay, he’s actually doing this. truthfully, he doesn’t need much convincing. between galra abduction and kickstarting voltron, shiro hasn't had have much opportunity to chase dick. almost two weeks in porn prison now and he hasn’t had a dick in his mouth either. how embarrassing is it to admit that he hasn't realized how much he’s missed it until this exact moment? good thing he’s barred from speaking; he doesn’t think anyone would benefit from him mumbling around this cock how it’s been so long and he's so missed this.

perhaps it’s obvious anyway. there’s eagerness in the way he curls his tongue, trying to draw that cock in further. he doesn’t have to do much. those hips angle and feed him more, and soon, shiro exhales a pleased sigh before closing his lips. he likes that he’s soft. the idea of suckling gentle and constant until this cock thickens is a pleasant one. he wants that. he wants to feel every inch of growth and know the contrast, of how his mouth has to adjust to that fuller feeling.

through his nose, his breath comes in a heavy huff against the door, eyes finally slipping shut. his cheeks work and he swallows the extra spit, sucking in a steady rhythm in tandem to a tongue intent on mapping out the cock’s shape. he’s barely begun but he already has to widen the spread of his knees and press the butt of his metal palm to his crotch, feeling himself harden in time with the movements of his mouth. ]

[marmoron]

[ lips seal around his cock and keith gasps audibly, fingers digging into the balsa wood door. the wood is smooth and varnished, giving him nothing to actually cling to, and quickly keith is seeing how the library might've had more perks after all. the door ensures him privacy yes, but it strips him all the comfort of human touch, like winding fingers through this guy's hair, grabbing his jaw and holding him steady.

but even that lonely thought gets swept under the rug as the stranger's tongue begins to move around his soft dick and the first few sucks make keith rut his hips into the door to feed more of his dick inside the heat of mystery guy's mouth. he stiffens up embarrassingly quickly, despite the lingering uncertainty over whether a warning about his biology is warranted. keith stifles a groan as his cock swells to stretch out the seal of lips around him, remembering belatedly to pull back slightly as the sensitive ridges criss crossing his shaft take shape with the rest of his arousal. hands ball into fists at the door as he draws his hips back, shivering as a ridge catches on soft lips. ]

[earthshine]

[ shiro’s got one hand clenching at his thigh and the other still palming, now rotating against his crotch. the one good thing about these sinfully ugly uniforms is that they have adequate stretch. it’s still confining and not the ideal, but it’s enough of a give for the chub he’s got going. he’ll be much more than a chub in a few ticks at the rate he’s going. this is why he misses it: the strange shape forming in his mouth. the alarm bells don’t go off on the first pass of his tongue over an uneven stretch of skin. he’s too busy shuddering through the pleasure wrought from the movement of his own hand, thinking about how he should’ve taken himself out from the get go. he could be stroking himself in time and squeezing to each hollowing of his cheeks that coaxs that dick thicker, longer, ridgier…?

wait. that’s not right.

the movement of his palm slows and he cracks his eyes open, brows knitting. sure, it’s been awhile since he’s been on the market, but last he remembers, it didn’t feel like this. there are curves where there shouldn’t be and angles that catch at his teeth, his palate, his tongue. he rubs that last one along the underside, wanting to convince himself he’s imagining it, but the separation is clear. one, two, three, so on and so form, there are… ridges…?

he doesn’t know what to do with the realization and that's okay, because anonymous inadvertently pulls him toward a decision with a pull of his hips. hips slide back and shiro loses half an inch… and then loses them all, as his own body jerks in the other direction, as lips part wider to let the cock slip free. ]

[marmoron]

[ it's good being on this side of the action. it's wet and warm and the tongue lapping at the underside of his cock, teasing around a ridge makes keith bite his lower lip hard to keep a groan buttoned in.

just as quicklt, however, it stops being good as lips widen and a hasty move backwards leaves cold air stinging on his cock. just as quickly, keith jerks back as well, practically falling into the seat of the chair behind him as he pants, eyes wide in alarm.

heart racing, he stares at the hole in the door uncertain of what it is that he's waiting for. if the guy's repulsed then there's a good chance he;ll just come storming out of the bathroom with zero regard for their agreed upon anonymity, right? flustered, keith makes a grab at the punched up clothes hugging his knees and starts hoisting them up his thighs. it surely can't be that weird, can it? the prison warden and his cronies abduct folks from all over the universe, surely a guy who goes around soliciting sex from random strangers anonymously has to have seen an alien cock or three by now.

mortified, keith casts a sidelong glance at the bag he dropped on the floor and starts hooking his fingers through the drawstring strap. hw should get out of here. it woul have been his preference to apologize first, but not at the expense of becoming more identifable to some guy who apparently finds his dick repulsive. keith stands, making the legs of the chair scrape on the floor as he backs up. ]

[earthshine]

[ so… he can see how spitting out someone’s dick can be a turn off. it takes a few ticks for shiro to realize his mistake however. everything happens in quick succession: he pulls off, the dick disappears through the hole faster than shiro can get a glimpse, and then there’s shuffling. a lot of shuffling. gathering? packing. it becomes clear that anonymous is about to leave a beat later with the scraping across the wooden floor. panicked, shiro opens his mouth, only to catch himself, again, one breath shy of violating their agreement. he almost goes through with it anyway. he doubts there’s any coming back from this if anonymous leaves, so, it’s now or never, right?

breaking anonymity is losing his man too though.

frustrated at his lack of options, he slaps his palm against the door, hoping that somehow conveys wait. how is this even his fault? they’ve been passing notes over the course of days, it would’ve taken, what, five seconds?? to write out a ps my dick isn’t humanoid, hope that’s cool. a little heads up would have gone a long way. shiro’s been all over the universe and he likes to think he’s pretty open-minded, so it’s not like he’s grossed out. he’s just…

wait.

notes.

he scrambles, that’s the best word for the hastiness and clumsiness of his hands as he gets pen to paper. two seconds and he’s shoving the paper through the hole, waving it around between tightly clenched fingers. he pauses after a few beats, to let show: ]

sorry!!!

[ it’s sloppy but legible… he hopes. ]

[marmoron]

[ the slao on the door gets keith's attention alright as well as an unpleasant surge of adrenaline going through his veins. it's completely irrational to be thinking about a possible throwdown over a blowjob, but what the fuck does keith know about prison behavior, let alone porn prison behavior? he casts a narrow eyed, weary look at the door handle waiting for it to turn and open up, when a hand pokes through, fingers clutching that slip of paper.

keith pauses, taking a deep breath as he reads the sloppy message. sorry. relaxing a pinch, keith worries at his lower lip as he sits back in the chair. he doesn't drop the bag back down on the floor, no, but he does reach across to prise the note out of the man's hand.

does he know what he wants to write back? no. but he plucks a pen out of his bag and twirls it around in his fingers while he thinks. ]

Are you good to continue?
I'll leave if you're not interested.

[ maybe an apology is warranted on his end, maybe it isn't. but some part of keith is tired of feeling like he owes anyone an explanation for his body. he passes the note thorugh the hole. ]

[earthshine]

[ shiro breathes a sigh of relief as weight settles into the chair. good. he’s staying. or at the very least, allowing shiro a chance to get them back on course. the note comes through and shiro takes it. he doesn’t even pause; once he reads through, he presses the note to the door and starts writing. ]

I’m interested.
I was surprised. I’m sorry.

[ he’s fixated on keeping anonymous here that he hasn’t fully thought it through. interested? yes. but what does sucking a cock like that entail? he was open to deepthroating at the start of this, but with those kind of ridges dragging at his pharynx, all the way to his esophagus seems more daunting. shiro isn’t one to turn away from a challenge though. he can handle it. he will handle it. he just needs anonymous to stay. which is why he takes an extra moment to consider his scribble.

tonguing his bottom lip and thinking of how one ridge caught and dragged, right before shiro gave into panicked curiosity, shiro adds two more lines. ]

I want to make you cum.
Please let me.

[ with that, he folds it back up and passes it through the hole. ]

[marmoron]

[ keith takes the slip of paper as it passes thorugh and blinks. it's... fuck. nobody's ever talked to him like this and this isn't even talking. heat blooms across his face, a shiver rolls down his spine and it's then that keith has to grapple with the fact that maybe he likes being talked to like this. he glances down the front of his pants. his cock had gotten soft in the brief moment of panic, but the note seems to have breathed life back into it.

embarrassed but admittedly aroused, keith jots back a reply, writing quickly on the door for support. ]

Do you like it?

[ he takes a moment to stare at the message, unsure if it sounds confident or cringe or some other faux pas. tempted to just crumple up the paper so anon doesn't read anything at all, keith hesitates then edits: ]

Do you like it?
Don't answer that.
I like when you ask nicely.

[ then after passing the note through the door, keith takes a deep breath drops his pen on the chair and the bag on the floor. another beat, then he tugs his pants back down, fabric swathed around his knees and situates himself in front of the hole, and feeds just the tip through. ]

[earthshine]

[ writing not to answer that crossed out question is unnecessary, because the man on the other side of the door doesn’t give shiro the time to answer. shiro’s still staring at the note and categorizing how it is he feels about the tone change when something hits the floor. he looks up and soon finds the stranger’s dick being fed through the hole. most of it continues to be hidden from shiro’s scrutiny. it’s just a hint of what is to come and shiro thinks that’s likely on purpose. do you like it? don’t answer that. heh.

shiro drops the note and pen and leans in, hands bracing on his thighs. he’s still merely looking, curious despite him being fully aware that there is a timer going. if he takes too long, he thinks the self-consciousness that led to that crossed out question will win out, and yet, he still delays a few more beats to eye up that crown and the beginning hint of a ridge. so he’s been hooking up with an alien? seems ridiculous that he hadn’t even considered that before. he’s befriended aliens, fought with and against aliens, his life isn’t so sheltered that he’s all that perturbed by this new relation. he’s, just as he wrote, surprised.

three, four, five –

he shakes off the thought, feeling the seconds bleed into one another and knowing he’s taking too long. there’s only one question to answer here, whether or not anonymous wants him to. does he like it? shiro lifts his left hand and leans further. he ghosts his fingers in close, swiping over the crown just to experience a different feel, and then that palm finds placement against the door. shiro thinks of nicely too and puffs out a breath, lips curving even as he purses them and presses them to the tip, right over his slit.

he’s beginning to like the challenge of taking this dick. he balked before, but the apprehension has settled and the shock has run its course, and he wants to see what it feels like to have something so foreign and so unique nudging down his throat. he can be nice first though. so he is. he kisses sweet at the crown and holds the position for two, three, and then widens his mouth to roll right into taking that tip inside. lips sealed around, shiro gives into a suckle and keeps on suckling, tongue drawing circles at the cockhead. and just to seal the deal further? and hopefully draw those lovely hips in, to feed shiro more of his cock? shiro’ll moan around him, long and throaty. ]

[marmoron]

[ it's almost pathetic really, how his cock jerks with the lightest of touch. the hitched breath soon becomes a moan stifled into his palm as soft lips press on the head, like it could have been a kiss as innocent as one pressed to the cheek. faintly, keith winds up amused.

asking nice had been a mild way of saying that he liked the directness of this man's filthy request, but the gentle innocence of how he's handling his dick now is something keith is surprisingly weak for. toes curl as pre wets the tip. he can't see obviously, but he can imagine a sweetly reverent look on his mystery guy's face as he mouths carefully, indulgently and sucks. keith groans louder this time before he can think better of himself, shivering as the heat of his tongue circles at the slit. all too quickly, the temptation to speak has to be bitten down on as keith slowly rolls his hips forward, pushing into the tight seal and grunting as the first ridge catches then breaches the wet heat of his mouth.

fuck is all he can muster up as that of his tongue wipes away more pre. already the mood is wrong. in his note, he said he wanted to fuck this guy the way he'd gotten fucked in the library. this slow and if it weren't for the door it could have even been tender. keith takes his hand away from his mouth, then flattens both palms against the door as he continues to drive his cock into that waiting mouth.

he's not supposed to imagine anything, but lips catch on the second ridge, then the third -- marking the half way point, and in a haze, keith wants to know so much about what's going on just on the other side. is the guy on his knees? sitting in a chair? eyes open? eyes closed? clothed? naked? touching himself? hard?

keith groans, the low needy sound poorly muffled by the balsa wood. his mystery person had a wonderfully thick dick that filled up his mouth, clogged his throat and it's with a guilty half jerk that keith pulls back very slightly when his thoughts drift to the thickness of shiro's cock grinding against his cock and ass. shivering, keith swallows, then balls his fists and pistons his hips forward until the last ridge pushes past lips and the tip meets resistance.

breathing hard, keith pauses there, knowing he should give this guy a second before trying to go further. but maybe that's courtesy he doesn't deserve? or does he, after the tenderness of those kisses? feeling vaguely feverish, keith counts to a sloppy three seconds before drumming a restless pattern on the door with his fingers.

and then he thrusts -- hard, quick, fully intent on pushing deep into the tightness of this man's throat and all but mewling out his mental cacophony of take it, take it, take it. ]

us and our novels, man

[earthshine]

[ now that he’s anticipating them, each ridge that widens his lips and slips inside is met with a fascinated swipe of his tongue. he’s wanting again, in his effort to create a picture in his mind of the shape of those curves and lines. the cock is weighty and solid, and shiro can feel that, yes, but he wants more than this imagined thing in his head. he can’t pull off for a look though. not after what just happened. so he contents himself with the stretch of his lips and the full feeling that grows and grows as the number of ridges increases. he counts them off in his head. one, two, three, four, five…

the edge of the cockhead grazes his soft palate. reflex has shiro tensing, all the way down to his belly. it’s been awhile since he’s taken dick and never quite like this, obviously, so he’s struck then, with a feeling that reads foreign. he hates that. he hates that he’s been out of the game so long that he’s rusty. blame his competitive nature, but he wants this to be good. he wants to be good. shiro’s been denying it the whole time he’s been here, but anonymous left an impression on him for his cocksucking skills and shiro sure as hell wants to leave one on him too.

a groan comes through the door and – fuck, it sounds good. shiro moans in answer, hoping anonymous not only likes the sound of it, but the feel of it too. between the sound of him, the taste of him, and the filthy knowledge of what it is they’re doing here, shiro’s hard. he’s trying to figure out what to do with that. the promise of his own blow hangs between them and all he has to do is be patient. fuck patience. he comes back with that rebuttal without much pause at all and gets to work on pulling his pants and underwear down, shifting the spread of his legs as he needs to in order to hook the waistband below his balls. it’s odd using his right hand for this. he never touches himself with it, but he’s barely thinking and the metal keeps the glide smooth as he begins stroking himself off. it feels good to use his galra hand… he’ll deal with that realization later.

saliva pools in his mouth as another ridge nudges inside and now, shiro’s resisting the urge to swallow, the tip tickling his uvula and promising to slip further. those hips stop feeding though. is that the last of it? shiro’s nose is once again pressed close to the door and his eyes slipped shut somewhere around ridge three, so he doesn’t know. he can’t tell. one second burns off, then a second, and shiro curls his fingers against the door, slowly cracking open his eyes. no more…?

a third second ticks by and turns out, shiro should have been preparing himself, rather than wondering. the door rattles dangerously from the combination of those hips slamming forward and from shiro’s reflexive drag of his fingernails. the surprised inhale he gulps helps widen his throat, but it backfires as the smooth, inner muscles tickle and jerk in response to something being forced down it. he gags like a fucking virgin. metal fingers squeeze at his own cock, everything pausing except for the contractions of his throat. his heart is palpitating and he can hear it more than anything else as it fills his head. he coughs and sputters spit, but that’s it, that’s the most violent part of it, because he outright refuses to fail at this.

he shoves his face as close as it can be to the door, making a garbled, muffled noise into the balsa wood. he wants this. keep going, please. the convulsing of his throat is relaxing as muscle memory finally catches up. impatient, he dares a swallow, coaxing his throat to move more smoothly along his cock. as for his own, he’ll start beating it in his fist, hoping that dribble of pre that catches in between metal fingers squelches with the friction. he wants anonymous to know he’s getting off on this, even with his lungs burning and his throat trembling. ]

i don't know why these novels keep happening

[marmoron]

A-ah!

[ the half moan, half yell may as well have been punched out of keith. up until a second ago, he'd been convinced he was fully in control, in charge and dictating the terms of his orgasm, but all it takes is for a tight wall of smooth muscle convulsing around him for keith to realize how utterly mistaken he is.

the stupid tryst in the library had made it pretty clear that it'd feel good. even without the experience of it, logic and porn made that obvious. when it boils down to it, sex is just about thrusting into a soft, squeezing column of heat and obviously that's what a throat is. not that keith's thinking rationally on any level. he slams his hips into the door, grimacing a little from the impact, but goes right back to stifling a moan when rhythmic pulsing around his cock makes his vision blur. eyes squeezed shut, he claws at the balsa wood, feverish in his need to grab onto something and remembers belatedly that he needs to let this guy fucking breathe.

panting heavily, he reluctantly pulls out and hisses at the loss of pressure. what is this anyway? one real thrust and he's mindless with his own pleasure? well, if nothing else keith is determined to at least one up this guy and not blow his load on the spot, so he grits his teeth and pulls out nice and slow, groaning as he watches his dick slip back into his line of sight, all reddened and slick with spit. words burn in his own throat -- nothing eloquent, just a chorus of fuckfuckfuck but they're not supposed to be talking. he pulls out until just the tip is left in the mystery man's mouth, and keith shivers uncontrollably as his balls go tight and pre continues to leak.

not yet, not yet.

keith holds, breathing labored as he impatiently counts off another silent three seconds. it's barely audible over the sound of his own gasping and the heavy beat of his heart, but there's a wet slippery noise coming through the other side that drives keith's imagination wild with possibility. there's a rhythm to the wet smack and squelch that makes it all too easy to picture a fat dick getting pumped and pumped.

keith gives himself a pinch at the base of his cock, shudders and drives his hips forward for a second thrust. what's the expected etiquette here anyway? slow thrusts? can he do what he wants? even if that effectively means using this guy's mouth like a sleeve? is keith setting the tone here and giving implicit permission to have his own throat fucked raw?

keith moans, then slams his hips hard into the door. yeah. yeah fuck it, the guy can fuck him back just as rough if he wants. he drives his cock one, two ridges deep, muffling a scream by biting down on his wrist, holds the position for another three seconds of paradise before drawing his hips back and going right back for another taste. he doesn't last long; in his fervor he can't stop thinking about the guy pumping furiously at his thick cock and it's with another muffled yell that he comes apart and shoots once down the man's throat and twice in his mouth before finally pulling out completely and collapsing back on his chair, chest heaving. ]

we need to go to novels anonymous. learn how to stop. also i need a bj icon clearly.

[earthshine]

[ there’s no hand in his hair and no way those hips can chase after him. at any moment here, he can pull back and breathe. he doesn’t though. he sits there and takes it, falling into the hazy headspace found when everything feels a little too much and a little too real. full as his throat is, he likes it. likes the stretch, likes the burn, likes how the seconds seem to suspend and drag. most of all, he likes the pitch of the other man’s voice as the pleasure hits an equally high point. it’s familiar; he’s heard it before. distantly , he thinks this, and then immediately places it. of course he’s heard that voice before… just last time, it was muffled with cock. those muffled, throaty sounds were good in the library, but these ones…

shiro tightens his grip around himself and keeps stroking, quick and brutal, matching the intensity as another second, two, three tick by. anonymous breaks first and shiro is, he supposes, grateful for that. he doesn’t open his mouth for a large gasp though; he keeps his lips tight and inhales sharp and long through his nose as he eases, only slightly, off the door. his lungs expand and the dizzy spell clears from his head, eyes opening a crack to see nothing but the door.

come back. he can take it. he’s ready. he tries to convey as much as he suckles at the tip, tongue still relentlessly rubbing against the underside. throughout, he keeps palming his dick, full well knowing he ought to stop before he quite literally blows his own blowjob. but there’s a sweet taste on his tongue and a promise for more that has him too far gone on want to even know how to stop

he keeps beating, keeps sucking, and after what feels like an eternity of waiting, ridges skate across his tongue and fill his mouth, only to hit mark with the back of his throat. he’s forced open again and this time, he takes anonymous’ dick beautifully. no choking, no sputter – he relaxes into the push and tries to hum. he doesn’t quite succeed on that front but the reverberation of his throat making a garbled noise likely feels nice anyway. the door rattles and shiro presses hard against it, wanting in the moment to somehow reach through and hold him by the hip, to keep him there, two ridges deep. anonymous does stay… briefly. just long enough to shoot heat directly down his throat. shiro’s throat convulses, not even experience quite saving him from reflex. he gulps and it’s a clusterfuck of opposite movements: his throat hugs tight through the swallow and those ridges drag hard as they retreat. more cum fills his mouth and shiro wastes a few drops of it as the cock slips out of his mouth, lungs working hard to breathe.

the frantic beat of his palm is too much and he remembers too late to seal his lips, just about drooling spit and cum as he finds his own orgasm. he comes all over the door and his fingers, the motion of his hand not stopping until he milks himself empty. it’s only then that he remembers to close his mouth and swallow down. and after he does? before he’s even settled his breathing or the frantic beating of his heart? he leans forward, opens his mouth and fits it to the hole, mindless in his desire to show anonymous that he swallowed everything. ]

listen, i don't have a problem i can quit any time

[marmoron]

[ maybe keith ought to have taken his pants off completely. turns out having his pants and boxers twisted around his knees is a great way to get tangled up. ass more or less forcibly plonked down on the chair behind him, the next few seconds passes in a blissfully thought empty haze. his dick throbs amazingly in the afterglow and keith can't stop staring at it all shined up in a mixture of spit and cum like he's never seen a cock before. he brushes the slit, half stupefied in awe as his fingers come away wet and streaked.

as the subtle noises on the other side of the door come to stop, keith likewise manages to catch himself from sticking his fingers in his mouth. stilll breathing hard, he shifts forward on the seat and finally kicks off his shoes ... and then catches himself yet again. what pirpose does taking off his clothes serve now exactly? mind adrift and confused, he watches as his view through the hole changes and mystery guy opens his lips and presents his mouth yet again, now clean of his cum. keith lets out a low groan as he slips out of the chair, forgets all sense of what he's supposed to be doing here and presses his own mouth to the other side of the door. their lips won't touch like this, but he swipes his tongue desperate for a taste and shivers when their tongues brush.

it's brief, it's strangely sweet and keith groans beofre pulling away to paw at his bag to fetch the mouthwash. tiny bottle in hand, he raps at the door and waits for mystery guy to back away before pushing it through. ]

i'm proud of you. you did a normal sized tag.

[earthshine]

[ shiro can’t see anything other than the balsa wood in front of him. he can hear shuffling, as well as a groan, but neither tip him off for having a tongue suddenly in his mouth. he emits a surprised ah, only to recover quickly as he flicks and rolls his tongue against the other man’s. it’s a tease, barely anything more than a brush and shiro wonders if that was the intent. he’s warm all over, still pleasantly high on endorphins flooding his system… but then there’s a knock and as shiro pulls away, that content, floaty feeling takes a sharp, downward turn.

mouthwash? he’s being presented mouthwash? now the brush seems a lot less teasing.

frowning, he plucks the travel size bottle and leans back, absentmindedly wiping sticky, metal fingers over the thigh portion of his pants. truthfully? shiro kind of likes the taste of him in his mouth. there’s a slight sweetness to his cum, a uniqueness that shiro is chalking up to his clearly alien roots. but shiro isn’t sure this is solely for his own benefit, not that he anticipates more kissing through that too small hole.

… he wouldn’t mind more kissing though.

so cap unscrewed, he knocks back a gulp and then starts swishing as he twists the bottle closed. it’s only then he realizes he can’t spit here. mentally sighing, he tucks his dick into his pants and stands up, walking over to the sink to spit. after running the faucet, he returns to his earlier spot, sitting just as before. he doesn’t immediately pass the bottle back through. he looks to their earlier correspondence and after a moment of debating, picks it up to jot down two quick lines. together with the bottle, he passes it through. ]

Minty (:
Thanks.

shkds im laughign that 2 paragraphs is "normal sized"

[marmoron]

[ anon mouth disappears from his side of the door and after a siwsh and spit, there's further shuffling as mystery guy treturns to his seat. with zero clue that a faux pas has been committed here, keith waits patiently for a dick to be slotted through.

belated afterthought dictates that actually, it's his job to put his lips to the door again, but the guy beats him to the punch and passes back the mouthwash and a... note?

it shouldn't throw keith off as much as it does, but he wasn't expecting to have a conversation between turns. he accepts both items, acting on autopilot, but then spends a painful three beats reading the message and wondering how the fuck he's meant to reply to that. if he's even meant to reply to that. is it better or worse that there's zero acknowledgement of what just transpired? and what's with the smiley face? is that what people do after giving blowjobs? draw smiley faces??

increasingly lost, keith clicks his pen and holds it against the paper. he frowns, then sets that aside and pulls up his pants because somehow he doesn't want to be contemplating this while his pants are halfway down his legs and throws the mouthwash back into his bag. ]


You're welcome?
Sorry for the taste :)

[ ??????? ]

IT IS. also look at me. i am the master of tiny.

[earthshine]

[ … why is there a smiley face after an apology? and why is he apologizing to begin with? the one bright side in all of this, shiro concludes, is that it turns out anonymous wasn’t passive aggressively telling him his breath stinks. he contemplates the note for awhile longer, wondering if he should respond to that apology or move on. except – he looks to the cum wiped on his pants. he doesn’t have a game plan anymore. he doesn’t have anything to offer through the door, so considering they met up to trade orgasms, doesn’t that mean this meetup is over?

shiro doesn’t want it to be over.

so that’s why he finds himself scribbling another – unnecessary – note and passing it through, hoping to delay anonymous just awhile longer. ]

Don’t be.
You taste really good.

im actually proud of you and your hobbit tag

[marmoron]

[ horror of horrors, mystery guy is still insisting on this confusing clusterfuck of a conversation. keith shoots the paper an aghast look as it's passed through and grimaces.

bright side? the smiley faces are gone. other bright side? apparently this guy thinks he tastes nice.
not so bright side? keith still has no read on whether it's rude to ask when his dick will be making an appearance. fidgeting and delaying on writing for five ticks, keith eventually brings himself to write: ]

I've never tried tasting myself.
Are you gonna•— You want me to return the favor?

[ why yes that splotch is from debating how vulgar he really wants to be here... ]

oh no... i'm relapsing.

[earthshine]

[ well. maybe next time shiro blows him, shiro will refuse the mouthwash and coax him in toward the hole, where he can tongue over some of his cum. he smiles faintly to himself and then pauses on that thought, two words repeating in his head. next time…? he chews on his bottom lip, once again contemplating the note, as well as his options.

he can’t possibly be considering continuing with this back alley-esque meet, with no names and no speaking outside of a few notes, can he? this is meant to be one last hurrah to clear his system, so he can dial in his focus and commit to the plan of getting out of this prison without becoming distracted by inappropriate options, who aren't options at all. he hasn’t even thought of his sentence sheet throughout any of this. this is purely indulgent and there’s no place for indulgence at this prison outside of what is necessary on that sheet.

he tells himself this and yet, he’s still got the note up against the door, pen’s point to the space below the last message. it feels lackluster to end things here. it felt good in the moment, to squeeze himself through the motion of that dick digging down into his throat, but now… he feels his face warm in embarrassment. so much for his legendary patience, huh? maybe the other man will be relieved. and maybe it’s for the best. they’re perfectly even now. a blow for a blow.

swallowing back the urge to sigh, he jots out a few lines and passes the note over. ]

I would, except I’m down for the count right now.
Made a mess all over the door.

[ blew while blowing; anon mouth knows all about that, right? ]

yeah go back to hobbiton

[marmoron]

[ keith had been hoping that last message would finally put an end to this awkward interlude of conversation. the scribble of pen on paper is disappointing to say the least, but when he actually reads the message, he can't honestly say that he's complaining. in fact, it's just about the opposite. he snorts -- instantly, reflexive before forcibly swallowing down a laugh.

he's in absolutely no position to be laughing and that much isn't lost on him, of course. but the perfect mirror of their positions from the library reallyi> hits a perfect spot in his sense of humor. did this guy take keith's request too literally? or was it simply just too good not to jerk off? either possibility makes keith grin wide, heart dangerously fond before remembering what they're supposed to be doing here.

he jots back quicker this time, eager for the first time this "conversation."

Good boy. Just couldn't resist, huh?
Part of me really wants to see that mess you made.
Too bad, huh?
Do you want to keep playing?

[ "playing." is that what he's calling it now? since when did this become a messed up game anyway? ]

you really want me to leave?

[earthshine]

[ sitting there, listening to scribble, shiro can imagine only two responses. option a boils down to a thanks and a goodbye, all of which will be followed shortly by mr. mysterious gathering his things and making his exit. option b ends much the same way, except the note will be more along the lines of a raincheck. now, shiro isn’t sure which he wants. okay, no, he does. raincheck, for obvious reasons, but that’s dangling temptation in front of him. does he truly want to keep meeting like this?

luckily, shiro is saved from deciding on that for the time being, because surprise, surprise, the note reads like neither of his imagined options.

staring down at the note now in his hands, shiro reads through it once and then a second time. on the third pass of his gaze, he settles on the two words at the start. good boy. he adjusts his grip slightly, nudging his thumb in closer and he brushes against the g, feeling his face warm the longer he stares. he bites gently at his lip and drags it through the clench of his teeth as he considers it longer than he needs to… but then his lip is free and he shakes himself out of it.

note to door, pen to paper, and away he goes, writing back: ]

Yes. To everything.
I’ll play with anything you give me.

[ like a good boy would, yeah? he makes a soft hm to himself at the thought and then passes the note through. ]

as a friend, shouldn't i be keeping you from walking into morodr.

[marmoron]

[ there's a short delay on the note coming back which is just as well as it gives keith an extra beat to consider what he's actually offering here. he gets no further than finding that he sincerely likes that this guy had been jerking himself off while performing because... what? they're kindred spirits in perversion and debauchery? it'd almost funny, but this time keith doesn't laugh when he retrieves the note to read.

fuck. the enthusiasm really shouldn't make him fond, but being so unabashedly wanted in this capacity while keeping most boundaries up makes it so much easier to get swept into a mood. a real mood, this time. not one artificially heighted by aphrodisiac. he stares at the note, inexplicably relieved somehow that this whole good boy thing isn't going contested.

glancing back towards his bag where he's stashed a small bottle of lube from that blasted "how to be a good mate" class, keith bites the inside of his lip. shiro is, as always, an ever present thought and shadow in the back of his mind. even now, it's stilll shiro that keith trusts most to bend him over, but the idea's been so thoroughly poisoned by the consequences of his punishment that they can't even talk about sex.

...heh. not that they'd been good about talking about sexual intimacy before

point being, shiro's obviously found his own comfort in soliciting sex from strangers asking for it on the network and it's keith who's hanging on for dear life to comfort that's entirely one sided. the most he can really hope for here is that his first time experiencing sex from this side is that it's entirely under his control.

mystery guy over here is eager to pleas -- the only one who's been eager to please, and if keith doesn't like it, stopping is as easy as edging away from the door. there won't be any hands holding him down or handcuffs keeping him immobilized. it's as good as it's ever going to get, huh?

keith lets out a deep breath, then fishes out the lube from his bag. another beat, then he gets to writing a short message. ]

Show me just how good you are.

[ he wraps the note around the bottle and passes both through the door. now, the moment of truth. last chance he has to back out, but he doesn't take that option. keith tugs his pants down, leaving him standing naked from the waist down and tad takes an audibly deep breath. he arragnes himself carefully on the chair, leaning heavily against it to present his ass to the door. he backs up slowly lining his hole to the opening. ]

... true. because one does not simply walk into mordor.

[earthshine]

[ the note comes back thicker. heavier too. confusion has his brows knitting, the look staying with him even as he unwraps the note to find the hidden bottle of lube. he’s not so moronic to not piece it together. one beat, two, and then his frowning melts away as realization begins to bloom. in one hand is the lube and in the other, the note; he looks between the two, once, twice, and settles on good before shifting his gaze higher to find good boy from before. so anonymous wants him to…

something bumps against the door and shiro flicks his gaze even higher, to find the hole. or more accurately, a hole within a hole, heh.

the note crinkles noisily as both hands tighten. hopefully it’s enough to drown out his sharp inhale. when he said anything he hadn’t thought beyond mouth, tongue, soft cock. not that he’s complaining, of course. it just seems a little more – personal? is that the right word for it? it’s one thing to angle against a door and feed one’s cock through some soddy, hastily made hole and quite another to turn one’s back to it and…

fuck, now he’s picturing it. there’s a chair out there, right? he’s probably got his hands on it, supporting the lean of his body, bent there at the hips, spine straight and belly taunt. that’s as far as he can realistically go with it though. he doesn’t have any defining features to fill in the details… oh, except hair. anonymous has longer hair. detailed added but not nearly enough to satisfy him, shiro’s brain keeps churning, desperately trying to complete the picture he’s foolishly begun. is it any surprise then, that one moment he has a nondescript, overly generalized form with no face and in the next, he suddenly has keith?

he saw keith like this not too long ago. well, not like this, but with his pants drawn down and his hands braced on the bed as he arched his ass for shiro. god fucking shit. he tries to dislodge the image with a hard shake of his head. nothing. nada. it’s stuck. he’s not keith. obviously. still, shiro feels… dirtier as he sets the note aside and flicks back the bottle’s lid. this has been wrong since the get-go but those were boundaries he was willing to overstep. envisioning his best friend while he lubes up his fingers, however…?

he’s not thinking about keith. the thought comes on strong and it helps, briefly, in disrupting the image in his mind, granting him enough relief that he can lift his fingers to the glory hole without too much guilt. to keep his mind from wandering away from him, he focuses on good boy and goes to work on being just that as he touches his index and middle fingers to soft skin. he starts low. there’s enough space that he gets a glimpse of this boy’s perineum and so, he trails up from there, unnecessarily spreading slick. up, up, and he coasts through the split of his cheeks, which really isn’t as open as it should be.

he doesn’t dare fix that. his right hand is one of those unfortunate defining features. he doesn’t need to bring unnecessary suspicion on himself once he walks out of this house. so he makes due, circling his fingers in to spread lube around and around anonymous’ asshole. he loses count of how many times he circles the rim, but inevitably, his enjoyment for teasing runs thin and he smears lube directly over his hole. a finger hooks on the gap and then pressures in. he’s… tight. resistance comes quickly and shiro frowns at it, not at all expecting it. that’s okay though. shiro can go slow. though, as he starts pushing more, he wonders if perhaps he should have gone about this a different way… assuming anonymous would even be into that. ]

i can't tread down this path of tolkien nerdery

[marmoron]

[ there's nothing more for keith to see than the back of the chair and the landing for the stairs beyond that, but even so he keeps his head bowed, gaze boring holes into the seat. there's even less that can be done about the way his heart hammers behind his ribs as anxiety starts to set in through the slow brush up the line of his perineum. he shivers, breath held as he tries to keep his mind blank of thoughts like nobody's ever touched me there because the more conscious he is of those facts, the more skittish he gets. swallowing hard, his knees buckle a little at the first pass of lubed fingers around his rim. who would have thought his ass would be sensitive there? everyone with a functioning brain, but keith isn't operating on logic at this point.

biting hard at the soft tissue of his cheek, keith keeps himself from gasping or whimpering too much as fingers rove round and round, until he's dizzy trying to map out the sensation. throughout, he just can't help wondering if this is kind of teasing is better or worse than if a finger had slipped in right away. hell, what it is it shiro would've done?

a beat is all it takes for keith to dismiss the thought entirely. whatever it is shiro would have done, it wouldn't have involved a fuckign hole in the door, that's for sure. keith shudders, hole fluttering when the circling stops and. he knows better than to tense up right now when it's clear mystery guy's going to do something else, but unclenching and relaxing is difficult when a fingertip pulls at muscle and pushes inside.

this time, keith isn't quite able to keep entirely quiet. he gasps, breath petering into a higher pitched groan as the digit breaches. fuck. it doesn't hurt -- no, far from that. but it's hard not to think invasive and that doesn't belong there as that single finger pushes inside him,. remembering to breathe, keith starts counting through his inhales and exhales. breathe in to a count of five, exhale to another count of five, all through tightly grit teeth as he grips the arms of the chair just that much tighter.

is this how lance -- no. no. that's a whole other can of worms and keith needs not to exist in his own headspace. relaxing just enough that the motion of mystery man's finger no longer feels quite as foreign, keith rocks his hips back slightly, hopefully to signal more. buy in yhinking about anon's specific dick again, keith has to wonder who the fuck it's going to fit. ]