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earthshine) wrote2022-05-12 08:06 pm
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« Shiro »[ TEXT + AUDIO + VIDEO + ACTION ]
Hi, this is Shiro.
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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. ]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
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. ]
Shi- aah
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 stops rather abruptly as anon pulls out, and keith whines from the shock of going from overly full to clenching and grabbing at nothing at all. he shivers throughout the repeated sensation of warm, stickiness splashing on his hole before trickling down his perineum. too far fucking gone to have a single clear headed thought, keith stays heavily tilted forward on the chair, feeling entirely too fucking hot and lax to move or do anything about the steady drip drip down the back of his ass. sex fogged, all keith can think is that he feels good like this, ass held high, sore and thoroughly used. fuck, he genuinely no idea how long he stays in the same exact incriminating position with his hole still presented at the hole, but his heart beat is deafening in his ears as it starts to slow and his breathing actually calms from panting to softer, self soothing purrs. ]
it's fine. they're bonding, and that's the important thing here.
slowly, shiro shifts his weight and retucks his legs, settling onto his knees once more as he comes face to face with the gloryhole. he taps his upper lip with the tip of his tongue, considering the scene in front of him. the man’s ass is an absolute mess. cum coats his ass crack and trails heavily below; in the sections not coated in white, shiro can see how puffy and red his rim is. it’s gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, and addiction quickly builds in shiro. he wants to see more of it. he wants to see all of it.
so he leans in. the bridge of his nose knocks with the slope of the gloryhole’s cut out. it’s an annoyance but one he can gladly live with, because in the next moment, his tongue is extended and he’s dragging it long and dragging it slow from his perineum to his asshole. the cum – his cum – gathers in a pile along his tongue and with the last flick across his hole, shiro draws his tongue into his mouth, swallowing down an accumulation of flavor that has no right to be enjoyable. but shiro does enjoy it. he enjoys this. it’s filthy and exciting, and so, shiro will remain mashed in close to the gloryhole, tongue lapping at the mess. ]
bonding yes. catching feels.
too bad he left his tablet back in his cube just to avoid the possibility of somehow getting his identity leaked, huh? though maybe that'll only end up backfiring if shiro and the paladins are sending messages that aren't getting replies. fuck. so maybe he can't stay here long and maybe he needs to be making a concerted effort to get up instead of melting onto his chair.
one hard yank, keith tells himself. one solid pull up on the chair to get him properly on his feet and then he'll shuffle into the next room. whatever the etiquette is for saying goodbye to anon is a giant mystery, but obviously words are out. he takes a deep breath, psyching himself up and bracing for whatever discomfort slaps him around the ass, but what comes is not discomfort but a wet something gliding up from the back of his balls up to his ass.
keith actually fucking squeaks in surprise, clutching hard at the armrest again as his hole flutters and trembles under as anon works his tongue. it takes.... an embarrassingly long time for keith to work out that what's being applied to his ass cant possibly be a warm wet towel only because he's never once even contemplated or considered the idea that someone could ever possibly want to mouth at the filthiest part of him.
the realization sets in with mixed horror and panic. he can't possibly taste good there, can he? doubt spreads like wildfire and is just as quickly doused by the insistent press adn swirl of anon's tongue. ]
A-aaah....... fuuuuuh
[ fuck no talking. no talking. but heat spreads and spreads between his ass cheeks and over his face, tingling uncontrollable as his toes curl and uncurl in time with the lapping. fuck this is wrong and gross and filthy and -- whatever else that train of thought was, it's derailed by a sobbing moan. it's not quite the way he'd selfishly wanted to be taken care of, but it feels like anon is answering in his own way. his heart skips a stupid beat with the thought that he's being cleand up, and weirdly aches in a different way entirely.
maybe it's for the best that keith can't even begin to imagine shiro ever putting his mouth to anyone's asshole, let alone lick and suck with the kind of obvious pleasure this anon does it with, but he's trhumming all over from the sheer depravity of his first time. he pants, starting to feel his dick twitch again and only then pushes forward on the chair, dragging it along the ground and crashes onto his knees, panting heavily.
he twists to look over his shoulder at the hole in the balsa wood, expression longing and full of mixed emotions about the guy who gave him his first ass fucking, made it the polar opposite of what he'd imagined for himself and still made his dick skip with joy. head full and yet empty, keith blankly grabs his pants and gingerly pulls them up over his ankles and knees. here too, shiro would have probably helped him get dressed. held him tight.
but shiro isn't here, and instead he's staring down a door concealing a stranger he'll never get to know and might never even fuck again. but no -- no. the whole point was to not have any attachment or feeling about any of this, right? ignoring the tightness in his chest, keith squeezes his eyes shut and drags his pants up to his waist as he shakily gets to his feet. ]
There's a lot of thoughts about shiro and keith going on here. v bff.
again, something about the sound of it pings a sense of familiarity. he’s heard that voice before; before everything they’ve done here and everything they muffled through at the library. curiosity is hard to escape, suspicion even more so. both together have his mind running while his tongue continues to play over flush, sticky skin. it’s on the third circular swipe over his asshole that shiro thinks keith, only to promptly banish the thought. no, not keith. he can’t be keith. what are the fucking odds of the two of them winding up together like this? it’s absolute blasphemy to even suggest it.
it’s just… every yell and bitten off scream he’s heard, carries a pitch similar to things caught over the comms. and the soft, overwhelmed groans? the panting? sparring used to be a fairly regular thing between them. shiro’s familiar with the way keith sounds when he’s worn thin, yet riled up on adrenaline, which isn’t too far off sex quite honestly. so it could be…?
no. first, the dick. second, the willingness to engage anonymously. third, giving up his ass like this is never something keith would do. and finally? he probably doesn’t actually even sound like keith; shiro’s been subbing keith in as anonymous a handful of times now. once is an accident, twice is pushing a boundary. anything more than that is at risk of becoming a habit and shiro can’t afford to go down that route. with this in mind, he tells himself not to be disappointed when anonymous abruptly pushes forward to fall out of reach.
the whine still slips loose. it draws out for one, two beats before shiro remembers himself and abruptly silences the embarrassing sound. nonetheless, it doesn’t deter him. his mouth is still in line with the gloryhole and upon realizing this, he makes a point to smile, wide and toothy, just in case anonymous chooses to glance his way. again, he holds position for one, two and then he scoots to the side, all trace of him disappearing from view.
so it’s over then, huh? already, disappointment fills his chest and drags his shoulders down. he busies himself by getting his pants up and over to his hips, everything tucked and covered as it should be. his next move is to wait, right? let anonymous gather himself and head out. wait five minutes or so, then get this broken door open and beeline it back to his cube. it’s the safe bet. but listening to anonymous’ slow shifting on the other side of the door, shiro’s gaze wanders to the note. he tries, for the briefest of moments, to tell himself it’s better if he doesn’t. that he shouldn’t be becoming attached to this sort of thing but…
he grabs the note and pen, writing out: ]
I want to see you again
[ wait. fuck. ]
You know what I mean
Can I contact you again?
Same place as before
[ so this is who he’s become, huh? some poor schmuck asking to go steady with a complete stranger. he should be ashamed of himself, but he isn’t, not when he glances higher on the note to stare at good boy. with that, he pushes the note through the gloryhole, fluttering the paper around to draw the eye. ]
they are the bestest of best friends as always
he'll be seeing that cheeky smile in his dreams and that's a fact keith doesn't even remotely know how to handle without squirming. the relief he feels when the smile disappears is palpable, but it doesn't make breathing come any easier. his ass is still tingling, and each shuffling movement as keith gets dressed only serves to remind him that he's wet and sticky from the accumulation of cum and spit. maybe it's a small blessing in disguise that when keith bends low to snatch his bag off the floor that pain shoots up his backside. it's far from the worst thing keith's ever dealt with but it's sobering at least for now.
possessions gathered, keith dares another glance at the door, heart re-entering a skip-thunk rhythm when he sees slip of paper being held out. curious and more hopeful that keith will ever admit to, he plucks the note from anon's fingers and reads. too nervous to outright laugh at the correction, keith gets a little lost and dizzy with potential of a future.
does he want it? does he not want it? keith mangles the inside of his lip as he deliberates. it's rare if ever that keith's ever wanted something like this for himself. with his curiosity for anal sated, and thoroughly satisfied that his place ca't take something from him before he's ready to give it, that should mean his answer is no, we're done here.can he want this for himself even if this is no longer satisfying any requirements on his sentence? can he use someone else for some mutual pleasure? keith fidgets embarrassed guilty and kind of happy yet conflicted all at once.
in the end, he stalls a little longer with his reply. ]
You're sure you can be a good boy?
You almost broke the door this time.
they almost weren't yesterday. that thread has left me scarred.
good boy.
his lashes lower and his teeth catch at his bottom lip, rolling the flesh back and forth between his incisors for three, two, one… – he opens his eyes wider on the next blink, refocusing. he turns into the broken door, places the note against it and carefully, applies pressure with the pen, jotting right below anon’s lines: ]
Are you suggesting I go gentle next time?
Or that I find a stronger door?
[ with that, pen and paper go back through the hole. ]
would you say.... these wounds won't seem to heal?
fidgeting, keith glances up to where the door's been broken off the top set of hinges and despite everything, smiles a little fondly. this guy really has a bad habit of breaking things, doesn't he? there's a slight crack in one of the bookshelves at the library and now this. it shouldn't make keith feel any particular way and yet ... it's nice to think one person feels that strongly about fucking him. idly, thoughts drift towards wondering just how strong this guy has to be. ]
I think you like breaking things too much to be gentle.
If you have more you can show me you can leave me a note.
I'll see it whenever I can walk again.
[ and through the hole the note goes. it's not really an answer as to when and keith hasn't obligated himself to responding even if a note is left out for him, but keith doesn't want to deliberate on this any longer.
he winces as he grips the chair and starts to shuffle away down the hall to the next room over. ]