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Hi, this is Shiro.
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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. ]
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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
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
[ 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.
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
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.
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"
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.
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
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.
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
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?
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.
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.
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
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. ]
we shouldn't taint tolkien by discussing it in this cringe thread anyway
show me just how good you are.
good boy.
shiro makes a soft, wanting sound in the back of his throat. it’s easily dwarfed by the pushback of those hips and the subsequent creak his ass makes against the balsa wood. shiro can be good. he knows a sure way to pop the tension and have anonymous melting against the door too. taking the encouragement to dip deeper, shiro inches along, a little quicker now. the lube eases the way, making the movements smooth and easy. soon enough, he’s down to the third knuckle, where finger meets hand and it’s then that he curls his finger again, prodding around trying to find a very special gland.
anatomy is anatomy, though everyone is a little different. one pass, two swirls, three crooks of his finger and then, he brushes over something distinct and a little squishy. there you are, he huffs and smirks to himself, barely allowing anonymous a moment to process the brush before he adjusts the angle of his finger. he curls in and presses his finger directly into his prostate gland to hold for thee, two, one, release. one, two, three, press and right into a slow grinding of his finger. ]
... contrary maru wants to talk about tolkien more
it's while that finger is fully seated and keith can feel the heel of the man's palm on his cheeks that it even occurs too him that maybe being half galra, he doesn't actually have a prostate. it's not exactly a gland that's obvious from the outside, so how would anyone even know? the thought makes him tense all the way up again, missing a beat and throwing his entire breathing cycle off schedule. maybe this is something he should've taken pains to figure out for himself first before entrusting a person to go probing in his ass for it. or maybe this exercise is still worth doing if there's a future in which he has to have glandless anal sex just to know and get it over with.
pessimism rising and mood plummeting, keith resumes breathing in that same methodical way as before. and then, a jolt shoots straight down his spine. keith gasps audibly, thighs twitching as he inadvertently leans harder on the chair. the jolts come faster then as the guy starts kneading and bullying a spot inside. keith mewls, whines high as he shakes, part from the electric shocks coursing straight to his soft dick and partly out of pure relief. breath already kicking up into soft panting, keith moans in sync with the pressure. when he's given the tiniest bit of reprieve, he respositions himself, leaning more heavily on his right to grab his hardening cock with his left to stroke soothingly.
fuck. he could cum just like this, and somehow doesn't want to. not just yet. abandoning his cock then, he reaches behind and pulls at his asshceek, holding himself more open for the guy. show me is what he'd said, and keith wants to be shown. ]
... if you keep bringing tolkien into this, i'm talking of walter white & his tighty whities
but there’s possibility here. anonymous didn’t direct him on how far this is meant to go. is he meant to finger him? eat him out? fuck him? show me just how good you are. maybe that’s it. maybe there is no boundary here other than the door and the necessity for shiro to perform. maybe anonymous wants shiro to decide on how far this goes.
so he lets off that sensitive gland and drags his finger out. he catches the rim at his nailbed and pushes back in, lazy and indulgent in finger fucking him. anonymous’ body shifting doesn’t disrupt the rhythm, but shiro does lean in closer to the hole, curious to know what it is the other man is doing. fingers come into view, grasping at one butt cheek and pulling without a hint of hesitation.
oh. they’re on the same wavelength. shiro’s smiling in the next moment and he pauses then, with the tip of his finger barely held, eagerly taking in the broadened view of this man’s hole. it’s messy but beautiful, all slicked up and pink. the stretch is barely anything at all and he finds he ought to change that, especially if anonymous allows him to finish this the way shiro might want to. he’s taken a lot of liberties with his good-sense and safety here, hasn’t he? a blow through a door? him confined in a room with no exit other than the door that has who knows who on the other side? penetration is obviously much more involved and lasting than a few sucks. does he want to go that far with someone he’s never directly spoken to?
he presses his middle finger to his index and together, pushes them inside, once again thrusting deep, though this time being sure to find his prostate and prod at it before retreating. he does have anal on his sheet, so he will have to do it with someone, sometime. if anonymous allows it… why not, right? get it over and done with. he justifies the want as best he can but there’s no real denying it. this is want. watching and feeling that ass wrapped tight around two fingers has him restless and keyed up. he wants to fuck anonymous because he wants to fuck him, end of story. so he really hopes anonymous doesn’t mind when he deliberately and obviously begins stretching him, fingers splitting apart to encourage him wider. ]
imagine. lotr but san is walter white in tighty whiteys
the fingers holding his asscheek twitch as anonymous drags his finger out and pushes right back in with double the thickness. slick with lube and unnaturally slippery, the two fingers glide in with relative ease. keith gasps, shuddering as the fingers push inside. it's still not painful, just hard to shaked discomfort. keith takes a series of deeper breaths, only to jerk and scrape the legs of the chair forward when fingers find the spot again and then spread.
thoroughly unused to the feeling, keith groans low and throaty, grip tight on the arm rests of the chair. it's hard to say that any of this really feels natural when every instinct says to calm down and move away, but he grits his teeth and tries to focus on the bizarre way his dick feels likes being massaged at the root. breath hitching, he gives up on holding his ass open and goes right back to giving his cock a few self soothing pumps as those fingers and poke and stretch.
fuck though. asses weren't meam t for approximating volume with, but surely this guy had a dick bigger than the stretch created by two fingers? grinding his teeth to keep any further noises stifled, keith worries through the prospect of how it's all going to fit. of course, asses can accomodate quite a bit, but it's a barely reassuring thought when it takes a while for his ass to accomodate the stretching. ]
i'm not responding here anymore
staring at the slickness around the man’s hole, as well as his fingers, has shiro thinking that ass should be wetter. not with lube. with something else. he tongues at his bottom lip at the thought, leans a little closer… but ultimately, clicks his tongue before shutting his mouth. not now. perhaps not ever. there’s something he wants more and he’s still trying to decide if that’s what anonymous wants too.
he hopes so. he really hopes so, because all of this has been working shiro over just as quickly as it has anonymous. shifting his legs to help alleviate the pressure that has been forming, shiro moans softly and presses his metal palm to the front of his pants. still some ways left to go yet, but well on his way to either taking that blowjob or ending this another way, shiro chews at his lip now, thinking, considering…
should he simply climb to his feet, knock his dick to this man’s asshole and see if he gets a nudge back? or…?
he glances to the floor as he pushes his fingers deep. mindlessly, he inches them out and around, again testing the give of the man’s hole as he reaches for the pen and paper with his right. it’s difficult to multitask, especially when his brain is already running low. so his letters come out sloppier, though still legible. there’s a pretty good gap beneath the door, so sliding the note underneath is easy. shiro only hopes the hard push he gives it has it sliding far enough for anonymous to see. ]
Want me to finish you off with my fingers?
Knock once
Want me to fuck you?
Knock twice
[ meanwhile, he’ll give up on the stretching and bring his fingers in close together to begin fingering him deep and slow again. ]
DONT LIE YOU WOULD WATCH THIS
he almost doesn't see the fucking note passed under the door, but the paper brushes the back of his heel as it's shoved through. keith bites his lip, wondering what the fuck this guy could possibly want to be talking about right now. he pushes his upper body up a little from the chair, letting his cock hand dangle. nails scraping along the floorboards, keith barely manages to pick the paper up, unable to keep from moaning as the shift in angle makes those fingers hit just right and shivers. he reads the note once, panting heavily as he cradles his dick in his hand again.
it could be over just like this. with him masturbating as some guy has his fingers shoved in his ass. embarrassingly enough it probably wouldn't even take that long to jerk one out, huh? then keith can kneel on the floor and sit withi his mouth open at the hole in the door, drooling and unthinking for a little bit while his ass throbs and then they can both get the hell out of this dilapidated house.
one knock.
but that isn't what he came here to do. he wanted to be in control. to stay in control. have the freedom to stop at any time, and not have his identity attached to his vulnerability. it's the best kind of compromise he can get in a place that offers limited choice and limited control. swallowing hard, keith takes a deep breath and with a five second delay, knocks a second time. ]
I'M ADMITTING TO NOTHING
next time? next time? he bites down harder and the seconds stretch to three, four. there’s not supposed to be a next time due to… what? his tendency to dictate what is wrong and what is right. what is acceptable and what is not? from the beginning, he’s thought marking off the sheet with people he neither knows or cares about, to be better than working through those he does, like the paladins. so who better than someone he doesn’t know at all? next time would be justified if he did something on his list. so…
five.
knock.
… oh.
the movement of his fingers stops and shiro’s face goes lax and open. eyes wider, lips parted, gaze unblinking and directed at the gloryhole, shiro lets the moments shift into six, seven and then he moans low. he drags his fingers out next. ring, middle, index, all three are still a bit sloppy when they’re pulled back to his side of the door. he gives them an approving glance but as always, his gaze can never stray too long from pretty thing being offered up at the gloryhole. he can’t help it then; he leans in that last little bit. he misses anonymous’ hole, but that wasn’t the intended target anyway. the inside of his left butt cheek, right on the edge of his rim, that’s where he presses his lips, altogether uncaring as how hard he has to mash his face to the door in order to bridge the distance.
one second, that’s all it is. just a peck. and then he’s grabbing up the lube bottle as he climbs to his feet. he shoves his pants down to his ankles and pops the lube cap. his left is already messy, so he squirts more into his hand and palms his cock, root to crown, over and over, squeezing and slopping himself with slick until he’s hard in hand. there’s a lot wrong with him toeing closer to the door and facing into it, with his nose just short of bumping into the balsa wood… but there’s also a lot right, in feeling at least, with leveling his dick with the hole and tilting his hips forward. it’s only a brush of his tip to his hole and it already has shiro choking on spit, whole body weathering a shiver.
he presses the tip directly to his hole, letting the weight of it tease the rim for one beat, two, and then, with the head made slick, it only takes a bit of pressure for that tightly furled opening to widen. steady, slow, careful, shiro eases into the clench, trying his best to read the trembles and squirms. he’ll pause when it seems to be too much, to give the other time to adjust, all the while trying to calm himself. it’s been awhile… so he needs to focus in order to make this last awhile too. ]
YOUR SILENCE SAYS IT ALL.
the brief press of something soft right at the rim makes keith gasp out loud, hole fluttering as the tingling subsides, but it's gone soon after and keith doesn't have much time to deliberate on that that was when in the next second he hears a bottle cap being popped open and something and the man goraning as something wet squelches. tensing up reflexively, keith resumes his forced cycle of breathing in and out over a count of five.
any second now. the lack of soothing touch is something keith sorely misses by the time something hard lines up to with his hole. keith holds his breath depite knowing better than that, and lets out a sharp cry as the tip pushes on his rim anf coaxes him open. ]
Ahh!
[ he grips the chair tight with his one hand, other squeezing his dick at the base and pumping steadily as the cock pushes inside. even with however many fingers had been prepping him, the feeling of being stuffed full is damn near overwhelming. keith grabs the chair, scraping it against the floor as he pulls it closer while arching his back. it should come as some kind of relief that it still doesn't hurt -- but the man is large and he feels every fucking inch of his girth and length, and it takes more self control than keith has not to clench tight and keep him from punching the air of his lungs with his dick. thighs shaking as he pants hard through the intrusion, keith groans -- neither pleasure nor pained, just full and relaxes again slowly, rocking very slowly back and forth on the first two inches or so until he's comfortable enough to press his ass back flush to the door to take more. ]
i feel wrongly accused.
he’s missed this. he’s really missed pushing in slow and feeling, moment by moment, a body open for him. selfishly, he enjoys the struggle to it; he likes feeling every tremble and flutter, even the occasional jerk that slips through that careful concentration to relax. it feels good, physically, obviously, and mentally too. if anonymous is scraping at the chair and shaking on his feet, then shiro will wager that he’s likely among, if not the biggest man anonymous has ever taken. it’s a very pleasing thought, juvenile as it may be.
and he wants to hang onto that thought. he doesn’t often enjoy comparing himself to past lovers but it’s grounding here, because every time a cry or a groan filters through the balsa wood, his suspicions rise. more than that, every moment he spends hugged tight and fighting to push deeper, those suspicions become less free floating and a lot more solid. anonymous has done this before, hasn’t he? he wouldn’t have offered himself up here, now, this way if it was his first time, right?
shiro pauses in that slow, delving roll of his hips and stands stationary. mostly. he budges, marginally, for a lean at the waist that has his forehead pressing to the door. shiro doesn’t universally put value on virginity. his own hadn’t meant much to him, not when held up against the prospect of getting off with a flight mate during hell week of exams and practicals. he does hope for some people though, namely the team. and fuck he does not want to be thinking about any of them right now. three out of four, he succeeds. one remains stubbornly in his thoughts; fitting, perhaps, considering the person himself is a stubborn thing.
keith’s a virgin too, at least in this aspect. shiro wanted more for him than a hazy, get it over with moment, only given because aphro had been involved. keith deserved better than that. still does. it makes shiro wonder if he should make the same decision for anonymous here, too. he wants this. that much is certain from the knocks, as well as those little rocks that tease his cock in small fractions of an inch. this isn’t anything like it had been with keith. anonymous is clear headed and willing; it’s not shiro’s place to decide for him. he only needs to decide for himself: does he want to take someone’s virginity through a fucking gloryhole?
he pulls in a deep breath, eyes hooded and barely seeing as he tilts his head further to stare down toward the floor. ass meets the door and shiro sighs out, pushing his hips forward. he watches himself feed his cock through the hole, tiny slivers of it disappearing from view and being swallowed up by that still so tight ass on the other side. he moans and keeps feeding, having to look away because it’s too much to watch and feel. he presses his mouth to the door then, feeling the need to say something, anything, to tell anonymous he feels tight and hot and perfect. he doesn’t tell him though. he can’t. so he groans instead and keeps easing, start stopping just as before, perhaps even more than before now that he’s fairly sure of what he’s dealing with. eventually though, he will butt his hips to the door and when he does, he’ll stop, trembling through every breath as he waits for some indication that anonymous is ready. ]
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this is so stupid but i feel compelled to follow thru w the shitpost
i can't believe this is game canon now
i have a feeling this won't be the most embarrassing thing to happen to them here
sadly you are not wrong
it's fine. they're bonding, and that's the important thing here.
bonding yes. catching feels.
There's a lot of thoughts about shiro and keith going on here. v bff.
they are the bestest of best friends as always
they almost weren't yesterday. that thread has left me scarred.
would you say.... these wounds won't seem to heal?