[ question: which is the more surprising part of this scenario? that keith is the one to suggest a butt plug? or that shiro actually has one? ]
Oh. [ a slow blink, brain so clearly processing that the words he’s hearing are actually being said. ] Yeah, I have one.
[ that isn’t freaky shaped. and yes, he unfortunately knows what constitutes as freaky shaped. ]
From, uh… one of those classes.
[ there had been a whole display table of butt plugs when he’d attended that re-entry class. how to clean things up, heh. he’d gone into that class thinking it would be a standard rundown of how to be a functioning adult with good hygiene and good maintenance, all of which shiro knew well enough from years spent at the garrison. he keeps his room tidy: always making the bed, always keeping the floor clutter free, always putting things away. it had been that, for a short while, but then the lesson had turned more toward how to clean up after sex.
at the time, he’d wrinkled his nose and squinted his dubiousness throughout the twenty minutes spent on butt plugs, but now he gets it. now he understands the practicality of using one to keep sheets and boy clean. well, cleaner.
he hasn’t used the class-given butt plug. hell, he’s hardly touched it since shoving it inside his locker at the other end of the cube. why he keeps these kinds of things, he can’t rightfully explain… but it’s a good thing that he does, he supposes, given the fact that he’s used a number of the wild items to come into his possession. ]
So – yeah. We could…
[ that heavy blush keeps shiro’s gaze and he considers it in the pause, feeling it necessary to slow the momentum and double-check, despite it being keith’s idea. ]
no subject
Oh. [ a slow blink, brain so clearly processing that the words he’s hearing are actually being said. ] Yeah, I have one.
[ that isn’t freaky shaped. and yes, he unfortunately knows what constitutes as freaky shaped. ]
From, uh… one of those classes.
[ there had been a whole display table of butt plugs when he’d attended that re-entry class. how to clean things up, heh. he’d gone into that class thinking it would be a standard rundown of how to be a functioning adult with good hygiene and good maintenance, all of which shiro knew well enough from years spent at the garrison. he keeps his room tidy: always making the bed, always keeping the floor clutter free, always putting things away. it had been that, for a short while, but then the lesson had turned more toward how to clean up after sex.
at the time, he’d wrinkled his nose and squinted his dubiousness throughout the twenty minutes spent on butt plugs, but now he gets it. now he understands the practicality of using one to keep sheets and boy clean. well, cleaner.
he hasn’t used the class-given butt plug. hell, he’s hardly touched it since shoving it inside his locker at the other end of the cube. why he keeps these kinds of things, he can’t rightfully explain… but it’s a good thing that he does, he supposes, given the fact that he’s used a number of the wild items to come into his possession. ]
So – yeah. We could…
[ that heavy blush keeps shiro’s gaze and he considers it in the pause, feeling it necessary to slow the momentum and double-check, despite it being keith’s idea. ]
You’re really okay with this?