[ for someone who was so impatiently vulgar on the network, this man is remarkably accommodating. shiro frowns to himself, wondering if this new acquaintance would be so patient and chatty if shiro had his pants drawn down in front of him. phone sex is a concept that shiro doesn’t understand, because he’s never done it.
there’s an art to it, as ludicrous as that sounds, and shiro doubts he'll be great at it. nonetheless, if he wants it marked off his sheet, he needs to stop resisting, get over the inherent embarrassment, and just start talking.
so backtracking to that earlier point: ]
I like boys who buck at authority but fall in line when I’m the one giving the orders. [ a beat and the sound of an old creaking bed as he shifts to get more comfortable. ] I know nothing about you and that’s probably for the best, but whoever you are, I expect you to please me with your voice.
[ another beat. ]
If you do? Maybe I’ll let you fit my cock down your throat someday soon.
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there’s an art to it, as ludicrous as that sounds, and shiro doubts he'll be great at it. nonetheless, if he wants it marked off his sheet, he needs to stop resisting, get over the inherent embarrassment, and just start talking.
so backtracking to that earlier point: ]
I like boys who buck at authority but fall in line when I’m the one giving the orders. [ a beat and the sound of an old creaking bed as he shifts to get more comfortable. ] I know nothing about you and that’s probably for the best, but whoever you are, I expect you to please me with your voice.
[ another beat. ]
If you do? Maybe I’ll let you fit my cock down your throat someday soon.