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i have a feeling this won't be the most embarrassing thing to happen to them here

[earthshine]

[ next time, he needs to find a stronger door. scratch that. next time he needs to nix the door and design a set up similar to the library shelf. something that allows him to get his hands on this man and guide his movements to rock back as shiro rocks forward, forcing out every sliver of space between them. if anonymous is loud now, then shiro can only imagine how much louder he would be – will be when he’s hitting full depth. shiro’s thoughts are wandering in fragmented, wanting pieces, completely free of any concern he’d initially had with prolonging these meetings. right now, he’s certain that he wants this again. the question is whether or not he will allow himself to follow through in attaining it when the pleasure is spent and his better rationale finds voice.

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

[marmoron]

[ the thrusting doesn't stop. even after his balls have emptied and his cock and ass are practically throbbing, the anonymous on the other side of the door keeps going and going. keith groans, holding onto the chair for dear life as shocks continue to ripple through his body, one after another refracting and rarefracting with hypersensitivity that's just on the cusp of making him scream for release again.

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.

[earthshine]

[ shiro is surprised. time slips by and yet, anonymous’ ass stays right where it is. anonymous must have stronger legs than shiro does because his knees don’t buckle to bring him straight to the ground. maybe shiro didn’t nail him quite as ruinously as he’d originally believed. shiro grunts at the thought, partly disappointed. it’s brief though, this disappointment, because his thoughts wander on the explanation, only to land on something else entirely. if he didn’t tire him out before, perhaps there is more he can do. maybe that’s what anonymous is waiting for. the stubbornness needed to keep his ass poised and pressed to the hole while coming down from an orgasm carries with it expectation too. he’s waiting for something, he must be, otherwise why would he remain presented?

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.

[marmoron]

[ keith stretches one arm experimentally, fingers grabbing the back of the chair. obviously he can't stay here with his ass pressed to a door forever, but each time he moves his thigh half inches out of position, his ass seizess unpleasantly. again, in the back of his mind, he knows shiro would have carried him to his cot afterwards despite all insistence from keith that he can take care of himself. hilarious then, that when keith really does have to take care of himself, it feels lonely to do so. the fact that there's a bedroom one door over that he can rest in for a little while rather than attempt the walk down the flight of stairs before limping the rest of the way back to his cube is at least minor form of consolation, but it's hard not to want more than that.

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.

[earthshine]

[ shiro’s love, hate relationship with the door continues. the anonymity it secures is, of course, a wonderful thing, and something shiro is quickly, even concerningly, becoming attached to. but on the other side of this equation, shiro is, once again, hindered. he can’t mash his face up against skin and bury in. he can’t squeeze both cheeks and pull them wide as he tilts his chin and grazes his teeth, just barely, at that swollen rim. worse yet, he can’t push his hole wider with the fat width of his tongue. the best he manages is stretching his togue to length and prodding at anonymous’ hole. he laps and strains and laps some more, occasionally pausing to draw his tongue back in for a swallow. he swirls around on the next pass and is rewarded with another almost there word.

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

[marmoron]

[ the glimpse of a toothy, pleased smile keith gets through the hole is startling. his face flushes warm, heart skipping beats without permission and keith is once again reminded that he is very grateful for the anonymity. of all things, he wasn't expecting to see a smile there, and the comparative normalcy of it juxtaposed with the filth of a used glory hole does strange things to his head. that mouth had just been on his asshole, licking up cum and -- keith shivers, dick threatening further interest before he forcibly shuts down the looping playback of the last minute.

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.

[earthshine]

[ the note reappears through the hole and shiro is quick to pluck it up. smoothing out the edges and holding it close, he reads over the two lines and… doesn’t laugh. it’s a near thing though. he’s grinning wide, feeling the tickle of a laugh building, but ultimately, not giving into it beyond a single huff of breath. briefly, his gaze flicks to the cockeyed door and then it's back to the note. or more specifically, to his newfound favorite title.

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?

[marmoron]

[ within moments, the paper re-emerges through the hole and keith opens it up to read. bold of the guy to assume keith knew what he'd been saying, much less knows what he wants out of a hypothetical next time (if indeed he wants a next time at all), but if the broken balsa wood door is helping him come across more sure footed than in reality, then the door truly is a blessing.

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. ]