[ shiro’s thoughts aren’t all that different from keith’s. in the moment, when his neck is arched and his mouth is open, lips so close to the balsa wood that they occasionally brush, shiro is miles away from any sort of care centered on the scene he presents. there’s no one there to see him, afterall. it’s him, anon mouth, and a fucking door between them. well, toward the end there hadn’t been, but the matter is much the same: there’s freedom to be shameless when anonymity is the name of the game. now though, shiro is forced to reconcile what he’s seeing to a past that, he’d hoped, would stay in the past.
so he looked like that, huh? drool wetting his lips and throat expanding? he doesn’t think he would have ever been so bold as to frequent a set-up like this. it’s too exposed. the lights of the room are kept low, with very little light from outside filtering through, but all the same, he can make out faces and features if he cares to look, maybe even dig up some familiarity to those he’s seen on the prison grounds. on the other side of the door, though – maybe? maybe he would have liked trying this, just to lose himself in the sound of not one mouth, but dozens of mouths slurping and moaning. in some odd way, he feels as though, if that were true, that it would be a relief. then it’d be the kink itself. dirty, filthy, embarrassing as it is, it’s somehow better than him only wanting gloryholes and veiled identities when it comes to one anonymous in particular.
is he here? shiro ended things between them rather abruptly, at least on his end. he regrets that now. not him stopping their trysts, but for not doing it properly with an explanation of sorts. every time he’d tried to write a note, it had seemed… juvenile. like he was breaking up with someone via letter, even though they’d never been together or dating or whatever. there had been no lasting agreement to continue, so he’d simply used that as his needed justification to stop checking for signals and notes. so again, he wonders if anonymous mouth is here, getting his fill. anonymous mouth seemed to have enjoyed his anonymity just as much as shiro, so likely not. he wouldn’t be the type to join in this sort of orgy.
orgy?
shiro drags his gaze away from the guy in the red tank top two holes down, seemingly just realizing that keith is talking to him. embarrassing; he’d just been talking, too, and his attention drifted that much in the span of a few seconds? he clears his throat, fixating on keith’s smile and trying not to allow his attention to be leached again. ]
They do like to spring things on us though…
[ there’s a bang and there goes shiro’s attention, once more swiveling to, not red tank top guy, but the next one over, head steady and mouth dripping as the door shakes with a bang of someone’s hips. oh. shiro knows what that’s like. again, he clears his throat and looks away. ]
Hopefully this isn’t some sort of, in order to leave, you must participate, thing. Because I, uh… wow, I wouldn’t even know what to do.
i'm surprised the world hasn't ended
so he looked like that, huh? drool wetting his lips and throat expanding? he doesn’t think he would have ever been so bold as to frequent a set-up like this. it’s too exposed. the lights of the room are kept low, with very little light from outside filtering through, but all the same, he can make out faces and features if he cares to look, maybe even dig up some familiarity to those he’s seen on the prison grounds. on the other side of the door, though – maybe? maybe he would have liked trying this, just to lose himself in the sound of not one mouth, but dozens of mouths slurping and moaning. in some odd way, he feels as though, if that were true, that it would be a relief. then it’d be the kink itself. dirty, filthy, embarrassing as it is, it’s somehow better than him only wanting gloryholes and veiled identities when it comes to one anonymous in particular.
is he here? shiro ended things between them rather abruptly, at least on his end. he regrets that now. not him stopping their trysts, but for not doing it properly with an explanation of sorts. every time he’d tried to write a note, it had seemed… juvenile. like he was breaking up with someone via letter, even though they’d never been together or dating or whatever. there had been no lasting agreement to continue, so he’d simply used that as his needed justification to stop checking for signals and notes. so again, he wonders if anonymous mouth is here, getting his fill. anonymous mouth seemed to have enjoyed his anonymity just as much as shiro, so likely not. he wouldn’t be the type to join in this sort of orgy.
orgy?
shiro drags his gaze away from the guy in the red tank top two holes down, seemingly just realizing that keith is talking to him. embarrassing; he’d just been talking, too, and his attention drifted that much in the span of a few seconds? he clears his throat, fixating on keith’s smile and trying not to allow his attention to be leached again. ]
They do like to spring things on us though…
[ there’s a bang and there goes shiro’s attention, once more swiveling to, not red tank top guy, but the next one over, head steady and mouth dripping as the door shakes with a bang of someone’s hips. oh. shiro knows what that’s like. again, he clears his throat and looks away. ]
Hopefully this isn’t some sort of, in order to leave, you must participate, thing. Because I, uh… wow, I wouldn’t even know what to do.