[The circumstances couldn't be stranger, but somehow despite that Matt is almost laughing, grinning up at Shiro and obligingly taking the lead rope again and tugging gently. It's endearing, the pricked ears, the prancing. Even if Shiro is conditioned and only reacting because of that, his body at least is ready and willing.
Matt is decidedly less than experienced, however -- the breeding stall is unfamiliar, much larger than the one they'd just left, and while he can sort of assume the function of the rings set in the walls and the bench in the center, he wants to do it right. So, once the stall door is shut, he leads Shiro over to the breeding bench, practically squirming with anticipation, then climbs onto it so they're eye-to-eye again.
It's easier to nuzzle his nose against Shiro's, play with his ears, stroke through his hair, easier to kiss him. Matt does, aware that his mouth probably still tastes like come, but not caring, just wanting that human gesture of intimacy, of wanting.]
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Matt is decidedly less than experienced, however -- the breeding stall is unfamiliar, much larger than the one they'd just left, and while he can sort of assume the function of the rings set in the walls and the bench in the center, he wants to do it right. So, once the stall door is shut, he leads Shiro over to the breeding bench, practically squirming with anticipation, then climbs onto it so they're eye-to-eye again.
It's easier to nuzzle his nose against Shiro's, play with his ears, stroke through his hair, easier to kiss him. Matt does, aware that his mouth probably still tastes like come, but not caring, just wanting that human gesture of intimacy, of wanting.]
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