[ so keith would like to go back after a run through the, supposed, fun house. there’s a moment there, from one step to the next, that his stride falters, ever so slightly, almost like he’s going to stop. it’s a cue. a hint. shiro doesn’t associate subtlety with keith, however, so he doesn’t see it as such; if keith wanted to leave now, he’d simply say so, right? neither of them want to explore this fun house and yet, neither have outright said it, so shiro… keeps walking for the goal, going through the motions of what he thinks he’s meant to. ]
Okay, sure. This should be pretty quick, anyway.
[ should be and will be, because when that horrific sight comes into view, shiro is especially motivated to get in and get out with quick strides. closer and closer now, they wander toward the ramped railing of the attraction's entrance, and there, shiro has to reconsider the options. perhaps he should be the one to ask for them to leave now. it feels a bit like backing down from a challenge, though. like he’s spooked from the gaudiness of the exterior. playing a coward in front of his boyfriend, as a prelude to their first night together… – probably not the best kind of mood to set.
arguably, visiting a fun house isn’t the greatest form of foreplay, either. still, shiro sets his shoulders to breathe life into his determination and then, gently, pries one of keith’s hands loose from the plush, to hold it at their sides. he tilts his head, sidelining a glance toward keith, mouth upkicked for a slanted smile. ]
Seems popular enough. So it can’t be that bad.
[ it’s true, three people pile onto the ramp ahead of them and hurry up. another scoots in and… huh, funny that they’re all men. before another group can wander in before them, shiro tugs at keith’s hand and gets them on the ramp to start up. no line, no wait, everything moves quickly, and so, soon they’re walking through that clown’s mouth and through an archway that then turns to the left. it’s narrower here, with trick mirrors framing on both sides as they scoot along some metal rollies. it leads them right into some brightly colored punching bags, which they have to squeeze in between. he laughs, because what else is he meant to do when confronted with such lame entertainment? he supposes it’s fun, if only because keith, now free to use both his hands, is behind him, dealing with the same ridiculousness.
… and then it isn’t so ridiculous. the path turns sharply to the right and the entire room opens up into long running walls that have dozens of circular cut-outs. the fun is considerably less childlike then. ]
… Do you think the big, open mouth entrance was meant to be a warning?
[ making a joke at a time like this? it’s distraction and anxiety that has his mouth moving, uttering such embarrassment. it helps, at least momentarily, to mask the wet sound of the man on his knees immediately to the left, face pressed close to the wall, but not close enough to block view of the cock being pressed down his throat. ]
THE VERY BEST BEAN. it's not even midnight wow
Okay, sure. This should be pretty quick, anyway.
[ should be and will be, because when that horrific sight comes into view, shiro is especially motivated to get in and get out with quick strides. closer and closer now, they wander toward the ramped railing of the attraction's entrance, and there, shiro has to reconsider the options. perhaps he should be the one to ask for them to leave now. it feels a bit like backing down from a challenge, though. like he’s spooked from the gaudiness of the exterior. playing a coward in front of his boyfriend, as a prelude to their first night together… – probably not the best kind of mood to set.
arguably, visiting a fun house isn’t the greatest form of foreplay, either. still, shiro sets his shoulders to breathe life into his determination and then, gently, pries one of keith’s hands loose from the plush, to hold it at their sides. he tilts his head, sidelining a glance toward keith, mouth upkicked for a slanted smile. ]
Seems popular enough. So it can’t be that bad.
[ it’s true, three people pile onto the ramp ahead of them and hurry up. another scoots in and… huh, funny that they’re all men. before another group can wander in before them, shiro tugs at keith’s hand and gets them on the ramp to start up. no line, no wait, everything moves quickly, and so, soon they’re walking through that clown’s mouth and through an archway that then turns to the left. it’s narrower here, with trick mirrors framing on both sides as they scoot along some metal rollies. it leads them right into some brightly colored punching bags, which they have to squeeze in between. he laughs, because what else is he meant to do when confronted with such lame entertainment? he supposes it’s fun, if only because keith, now free to use both his hands, is behind him, dealing with the same ridiculousness.
… and then it isn’t so ridiculous. the path turns sharply to the right and the entire room opens up into long running walls that have dozens of circular cut-outs. the fun is considerably less childlike then. ]
… Do you think the big, open mouth entrance was meant to be a warning?
[ making a joke at a time like this? it’s distraction and anxiety that has his mouth moving, uttering such embarrassment. it helps, at least momentarily, to mask the wet sound of the man on his knees immediately to the left, face pressed close to the wall, but not close enough to block view of the cock being pressed down his throat. ]