[ the breeding stalls have all kinds of extra accommodations, from places to tie restraints at various heights to swing-out bars and padded benches to bring all sizes of partners together comfortably. there's even a corner with tiles and a drain and shower accessories, spray nozzles and sponges and brushes, a whole wall rack of various toys and floggers and ointments, and another corner with soft sawdust bedding for large hybrids and an actual bed, circular, with soft cushions and real blankets.
he comes willingly over to the bench and wraps his arms around matt, delighting in the opportunity to have him at his own height, kissing him as softly as he can, holding back, but shiro is hungry for it, touch-starved and needy. the taste in matt's mouth is a spur to his flanks, arousing him even further by thinking about it-- matt had been so greedy for him, not even hesitating.
he strokes up and down the line of matt's spine, learning his new shape, helplessly roughing up his soft hair. shiro's own velvety ears are extremely sensitive and he leans into matt's hands shamelessly, embarrassing himself with the soft whickering sounds he's making. he's breathing hard before long, more aroused than he can remember being with any of his other partners, but he doesn't want to rush. he doesn't want to just turn matt around and bend him over the bench.
a little shyly, ]
Will you wash me first? I can't. I can't really do it for myself, anymore.
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he comes willingly over to the bench and wraps his arms around matt, delighting in the opportunity to have him at his own height, kissing him as softly as he can, holding back, but shiro is hungry for it, touch-starved and needy. the taste in matt's mouth is a spur to his flanks, arousing him even further by thinking about it-- matt had been so greedy for him, not even hesitating.
he strokes up and down the line of matt's spine, learning his new shape, helplessly roughing up his soft hair. shiro's own velvety ears are extremely sensitive and he leans into matt's hands shamelessly, embarrassing himself with the soft whickering sounds he's making. he's breathing hard before long, more aroused than he can remember being with any of his other partners, but he doesn't want to rush. he doesn't want to just turn matt around and bend him over the bench.
a little shyly, ]
Will you wash me first? I can't. I can't really do it for myself, anymore.