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earthshine) wrote2022-05-12 08:06 pm
earthshine) wrote2022-05-12 08:06 pm
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« Shiro »[ TEXT + AUDIO + VIDEO + ACTION ]
Hi, this is Shiro.
Sorry I'm unavailable at the moment,
but leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.
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. ]
no subject
keith groans throughout, hand still gripped tight over his cock as anonymous carefully moves, slowly adding inch by inch as keith struggles to open up for him. in an increasing fit of deliriousness, it feels fucking endless. keith cries out sharp, pitched and desperate when enough of it is fed inside to pressure his prostate, pre dribbling in uncontrollable rivulets from his tip.
fuck. he starts mouthing the word only for the hard 'ck' to be punched out with in a hoarse moan as anon takes a shallow thrust. legs trembling, keith leans more heavily on the chair, no longer quite caring that his ass is the highest point of his body. this is easily the most intimately he's ever allowed himself to be touched, and yet there's a whole lot of touching that isn't happening. there's no face to look at, no hand to hold onto, no words of encouragement breathed into his ear. it's fine, it's what he wants is what keith reminds himself, but inevitably as anon pushes the rest of his cock and makes keith stifle a scream as it drags over his gland, his thoughts drift a little to the way shiro's face had gone flushed with desire as keith rolled his hips over and over until he creamed himself. ]
Fuuuuh... [ he starts then clamps his mouth back shut. he never got a good look at shiro's dick obviously, but he'd felt it nice and thick against his ass and his dick. hell, maybe anon and shiro are even a little comparable in that regard. he shivers, then resumes pumping his hard dick a little as anon takes another break. is this what sex with shiro would have felt like if shiro had fucked him that day? would shiro be pushing inside him nice and slow, too?
it's wrong to be even imagining it. both because anon is anon, and shiro hadn't wanted him that way in the end, but keith is too lost in his own head to be concerned about what he should or shouldn't be doing. if he starts down that rabbit hole, he'd have to start questioning why he's even here, presenting his ass to a strange through a fucking hole in the bathroom door.
it takes a moment for keith to even realize anon has stopped moving entirely. at this point, they've fallen into a rhythm of slowly deepening pushes and pausing, but the expected additional inch or so never comes. keith lifts his head up a little, having lost track ages ago just how much must be inside. gingerly he reaches behind and groans wetly as fingers brush around the obscene grip of his rim tight around anon's cock. shivering, he scrambles for the pen and note and scribbles out a note. ]
You don't have to be gentle.
I can take it.
And I want to feel it.
Please.
[ shivering, he drops the note onto the floor and sweeps it underneath. ]
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he lifts his head off the door. he probably has a big red spot in the center of his forehead with the way he’s been leaning for the past however long that took. unimportant detail, of course, and shiro doesn’t even bother to rub his fingers to the spot as he tilts to get a better read of the note.
he doesn’t have to be gentle? anonymous can take it? shiro clicks his tongue in lieu of scoffing, thinking virgins with exasperation. anonymous wants to feel it too, huh? so, earlier suspicions are confirmed: virgin or not, though he’s heavily leaning toward virgin, anonymous has never taken dick as large as his. if he had, he’d know that however shiro chooses to fuck him here, whether hard or gentle, anonymous will be feeling this tomorrow. hell, he’ll be feeling it five minutes post the pull out. the amount of pain he feels in the throb of his ass… that’s what is the aspect shiro can control here.
and again, he has no real desire to hurt anonymous. so they’re doing it his way: with patience.
dragging his gaze from staring a little too long at please, shiro redirects to where his hips still rest close to the hole. he braces both arms against the door, from palms to forearms, and then angles his hips back. halfway, that’s all, then he rolls right back deep. the thrusts are shallow. testing. encouraging in the way they keep anonymous mostly full. then he goes to two-thirds. the thrusts draw longer, though still mellow in intensity. none of it lasts too terribly long. he set himself up for patience, but he’s whittling down his willpower as much as, if not more so, than anonymous’ here.
so the first time he draws all the way back, to the point of feeling his rim gripping tight just below his tip, shiro rolls his hips and slides in with that same, measured force. but on the second pass… – he pauses for half a breath longer, with the rim teasing at his cock head, thinking can take it, want to feel it and please. with that last bit, he adjusts his feet and snaps his hips forward, hitting hard enough against the door that it rattles. there’s pain to be found in such movement, but it does take finding when everything else inside him sings yes. he grunts and moves right into the next thrust, hands still braced to the door. hitting deep and hitting hard, shiro’s far from gentle with the rhythm he adopts. throughout, he tries to match the right angle and right depth to tease his prostate, focus entirely narrowed to that third line in the note. ]
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because when he's thinking, all he can think about is what he said to shiro. it seems impossible to be hung up on someone when there'd been nothing there -- no spark of mutual interest, no potential beyond what keith had mindlessly taken from his best friend's body, so -- fuck. his heart his racing, unsure of what it is he'll have to do if anon isn't going to cooperate and give him the kind of brutal fucking he needs to lose sight of what if's and actually exist in the gritty reality of his choices. he wants to feel the shock of being fucked, rather than than making love as he once imagined for his first time receiving.
most of all? keith wants to like it. sex with a stranger through a hole in a door may not resemble the tender first time he imagined with soft kisses and affection, but he wants to feel right about his choice to burn that reality to ashes. this isn't something he can trust lance in all of his fumbling awkwardness to do, or shiro with his endless concern for that matter. this is something only anon can give him.
keith grips the chair tight in one hand, dragging it closer to him as he waits. the other stays glued to his hard cock, fingers spreading pre up and down, over the ridges. there's a heavy thud against the balsa wood that makes keith clench reflexively, but there's still no movement. or at least not the kind that he asked for. even so, the slow and steady glide of anon's cock teasing and pressuring his gland is enough to make him outright mewl, legs trembling through the steady drag on his rim.
it's good, it's fucking big and every shallow thrust makes his cock jump in his hand whenever the right spot gets hit. but it isn't what keith asked for -- he doesn't want gentle if he can't have all the other gentle things he's craving, so inevitably, he whines, all wet and needy. the sound isn't even a conscious choice; it slips out of him, like he's begged for dick his whole life.
it doesn't even fucking work.
anon pulls out further and further, but still goes at that maddeningly gentle pace when he pulls out to the tip a second time, keith practically chokes on a moan, suddenly unsure if the guy plans on pulling out entirely. after all. that's been the pattern, right? keep pulling out more. what exactly does anon even want that isn't being provided?
all keith gets is a breath. a single deep breath to contain all his anxiety, frustration and confusion before it's all but literally fucked out of him with the abrupt slam of anon's hips. keith screams, the sound echoing through the landing of the messed up hallway and down the stairs. pain and pleasure erupt simultaneously, clustering nerves and keith never quite stops moaning after that. it hurts, it's good, it's everything and nothing, and his head goes light and fuzzy as thrust after punishing thrust keep coming. cock dribbling, keith squeezes his eyes shut, the last of his focus dedicated solely towards not fucking toppling over and face planting into the goddamn chair he's drooling all over. hand pumping and pumping furiously, mindlessly at his dick, he rolls his hips back trying to take more, take it better, take it right for his good boy. ]
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this is so stupid but i feel compelled to follow thru w the shitpost
shiro finds he both loves it and abhors it.
he drags his fingers in and balls them into fists. he never loses the tight clench but every time he hits deep, he squeezes even tighter to press the short clip of his fingernails into his own flesh. anonymous sounds divine. actually, no, he’s the opposite of divine. sinful, that’s what anonymous is. again, shiro wants to mutter his praise into the door and let anonymous hear how approving and proud shiro is of him, for letting himself go like this. but he can’t. he can’t. it’s such an odd time to feel gutted. he shouldn't feel like that when he’s continually hitting deep. well, as deep as this door will let him.
he can almost feel it, their bodies meeting. the door stands between them, of course, but he likes to pretend it’s anonymous’ ass he’s knocking against. he likes to believe anonymous thinks this way too, with the way he’s sliding back against his thrusts, bumping to the door just as shiro hits. they both want it those few inches deeper. fuck, if this door wasn’t here, he could slide all the way inside and grind his ballsack to anonymous’, the fat head of his cock sitting heavy on his prostate. that isn’t part of their deal but shiro’s lost in the pleasure and so very indulgent on the thought of running his hands over this man, to take his cock in hand and finger each ridge while he fucks him.
his thoughts are working against him. they’re making him want things he can’t have and more damningly, seducing him quicker to the limits of his body. overeager, greedy and a little on the side of touch starved, shiro isn’t going to last at the pace he’s going. does he keep the brutality of this fuck and hope anonymous hits his orgasm first? or does he slow to catch his breath and stem off the mounting pleasure? he never reaches an answer, though, his rhythm does break. just for an entirely different reason.
shi –
it’s a split second. there isn’t time to rationalize anything. he hears shi and his mind goes, somehow conjuring up an allotment of thoughts in the span of one miniscule moment in time.
shiro?
is he saying my name?
how’d he figure it out?
holy shit, he’s going to say my name.
he sounds so good saying my name.
– ahh.
his brain doesn’t comprehend it as quickly as it should. he’s half a second shy of reality dousing that feeling of elation. he’s still thinking shiro and that’s why his hips snap even harder, hard enough that he’s going to have a red circle on his crotch. though, the balsa wood fracturing to rip the door off its top hinges helps soften the damage done to himself. he merely fucks through it. it doesn’t matter that the door has a chunk of it separated, nor does it matter that the area around the gloryhole cracks, shiro isn’t going to stop. fuck the door, he’s sick of it being in the way anyway. ]
i can't believe this is game canon now
there's a lot he ought to be worried about. like whether or not he's even going to be able to get up and move afterwards. if when the pulse of his adrenaline high high clouding his head and ass fades his ass will ever feel right again. whatever, this is all future keith's proble. for now, he has to contend with keeping his fucking mouth shut so he doesn't breathe another incriminating peep of a half name.
especiallywhining in lieu of begging with words.
don't stop, don't stop, don't--
the next thrust rips another pitched scream from his lip as anon's cock slams hard inside and makes his cock spill. behind him, there's an ominous crack of balsa wood and keith is so fucking gone on circulating endorphins that he can't even process what the fuck is going on, except that he really likes it. cock jerking in his hand, keith groans low, deep and urgent as his body shakes apart with the need to -- what? go? damn near frantic, keith yanks at his cock, base to tip frenzied desperation as he hits a peak and spills shot after shot of cum onto the seat of the chair, and all but collapsing on top of the arm rests as he gasps through the afterglow, ass milking the cock inside for everything. it has to give. ]
i have a feeling this won't be the most embarrassing thing to happen to them here
looks like he’ll be answering that question soon, because he’s not far off from finishing. physically, it’s daunting. mentally, it’s ruinous. the crack leads to a scream and then, the next roll has him thrusting into that hot, tight channel, the one that’s now clenching rhythmically to the shudders of the man’s body. he milks him beautifully, thoroughly, intensely – shiro can’t breathe through it. his lungs burn and he chokes trying to pull a sharp breath in. fuck, everything feels so good. his ears are buzzing and every nerve, all the way to his fingertips even, are tingling and thrumming with mounting pleasure.
he did that. he made anonymous feel so good. he took him through his first time and thoroughly broke that ass in, heh, maybe even ruined him a little. no one will measure up to him after this, so of course they’ll need to meet again and keith’ll just have to bend over like this again and let shiro…
wait, keith?
he doesn’t backtrack fast enough. he slips up again, once more superimposing the image of keith bent over onto the mystery someone on the other side of the door. one more thorough milking of that ass and shiro is there, slamming full force into his orgasm that it’s a miracle that he even manages to force himself out. he jerks hard on the back thrust and just barely has anonymous’ rim letting him go before shiro unloads all over his asshole. thick and warm, the cum catches in globs between his cheeks and promptly begins to seep downward, coating the underside of his ballsack.
shiro breathes out, too high on the flood of tingly feel-goods to feel embarrassed for the way he’d yelled some non-word, nonsense noise at the peak of his climax. stumbling back, shiro wobbles slightly on his legs and then gives into the desire to lower to the floor. he’s barely settles before he presses his flush cheek to the door, right beside the gloryhole and that crack. from the angle, he has a decent enough glimpse of that cum stained backside and so, shiro shamelessly takes his fill of staring at it, giving a quiet, approving moan. ]
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?