[ shiro's ears pin back unhappily as the thought occurs to him as well. most of the stable-hands and other handlers he's seen have been a variety of species, but none of them so... delicate, perhaps. everything about matt's altered form seems softer, vulnerable, right down to the way the galra have dressed him in such skimpy clothes.
which. are literally clinging to every curve of his body, because they're still soaking wet with shiro's own jizz. he can't believe they did that, either of them, he can't believe matt encouraged him, he could smell how aroused matt had been and that he'd climaxed as well, but he also can't believe that he could have literally just drenched a random stranger in semen without ever seeing their face first, just because they'd touched his dick. just because it's what shiro's used to.
he shudders to think of what matt might be used to. he's heard of horses and other stock animals bonding with cats or dogs or goats for companionship, sharing their stalls, but somehow he doesn't think the galra are worried about their gladiators' delicate feelings.
apologizing over the situation means they'll have to talk about it, and shiro doesn't know if he has the courage for that right now, so he just focuses in on other details. small solvable problems. matt's shivering in his arms. he's wet and chilled. ]
You're cold. There's-- there's a grooming station in the wall panel behind you, it'll have a hose with warm water, and towels, dry clothes.
[ the larger box stall he's usually put in for the night has an even more extensive grooming station with a much wider variety of supplies, not to mention a comfortable carpet of woodchips and hay for shiro to lay down on, but this one has a drain in the concrete floor. the cramped quarters and restraints make it easier for shiro's handlers to hose him down without a fight.
of course, the spacious breeding stalls with their custom furniture are also supplied with hot water and a host of useful accessories, and might be less likely to be disturbed, but he doesn't know how well that suggestion might go over right now. ]
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which. are literally clinging to every curve of his body, because they're still soaking wet with shiro's own jizz. he can't believe they did that, either of them, he can't believe matt encouraged him, he could smell how aroused matt had been and that he'd climaxed as well, but he also can't believe that he could have literally just drenched a random stranger in semen without ever seeing their face first, just because they'd touched his dick. just because it's what shiro's used to.
he shudders to think of what matt might be used to. he's heard of horses and other stock animals bonding with cats or dogs or goats for companionship, sharing their stalls, but somehow he doesn't think the galra are worried about their gladiators' delicate feelings.
apologizing over the situation means they'll have to talk about it, and shiro doesn't know if he has the courage for that right now, so he just focuses in on other details. small solvable problems. matt's shivering in his arms. he's wet and chilled. ]
You're cold. There's-- there's a grooming station in the wall panel behind you, it'll have a hose with warm water, and towels, dry clothes.
[ the larger box stall he's usually put in for the night has an even more extensive grooming station with a much wider variety of supplies, not to mention a comfortable carpet of woodchips and hay for shiro to lay down on, but this one has a drain in the concrete floor. the cramped quarters and restraints make it easier for shiro's handlers to hose him down without a fight.
of course, the spacious breeding stalls with their custom furniture are also supplied with hot water and a host of useful accessories, and might be less likely to be disturbed, but he doesn't know how well that suggestion might go over right now. ]