[ though part of him knew there would be stipulations to his request, he waited impatiently regardless, his posture still poised and ready to be taken like an animal in heat. the muscles in his legs trembled as renji sunk further in, the measured thrust just almost being enough, but not quite. his fingers tightened around the countertop, his flushed cock dripping obscenely underneath, and keigo fell into the trap without a second thought. ]

[ his voice was an unfamiliar cadence often reserved for the times he had either been drunk or under the influence of aphrodisiacs back on the station. but he either hadn't noticed or simply didn't care, since he didn't attempt to cover it up the more he spoke. ]

[ he punctuated that with a whining sound, urging his hips up and back, pushing against renji in an effort to get him moving again. the stroking to the base of his tail only made that movement more urgent. ]