Keith, button up hanging from his elbows, t-shirt shoved up, a hickey blooming above the scoop of his binder. His black jeans and boxers dangle from one leg. His thighs are hitched obscenely wide over the flex of Shiro's arms.
His mouth drops open as Shiro fingers him mercilessly. It's so nasty-sounding in the empty restroom.
One of Shiro's hands is cupped over his mouth to muffle his noises.
The store's close to closing so a janitor or employee could knock on the door at any time.
