Dumb Ace Pup Wants To Lick His Boyfriend's P--- (18+)

Additional Tags: Trans!Kiyoshi, Oral Sex, Orgasm, light pet play, Masochism, Cunnilingus, Light Dom/sub, maybe not too trans-friendly(?), brought to you by a confused ace who is also a stupid dog, Come Eating, Manhandling, Face-Fucking, Coming Untouched, Bottom!Kei.

Kirishima Keima didn't have much experience with—er, genitals. His only experience was yuri visual novels, bara manga, and his boyfriend. Laying in between his boyfriend's thighs gave him a sexuality crisis and a half but he. . . was mortified to admit he enjoyed giving his partner oral. It was either his third or fourth time, memory be damned.

Kiyoshi's lower lips or however he should call them are absurdly adorable: pale and flushed folds with blue and greentraces under a blonde crown. Maybe he does have a blonde hair kink. Or a pubic hair kink. Kiyoshi-kink would be the best option though.

Kiyoshi gazes at him with half-lidded eyes while laying back on the soft pillows like the rightful princess he is. Keima's heart skips a beat, swallowing hard at the erotic sight. There's nothing wrong with wanting to please his partner when he looks this beautiful.

With a hazy sight, he stuffs his face onto Kiyoshi's pussy.

The blonde, sensitive as he is, jumps.

Pressing his plump lips against them, he laps the entrance like a puppy. Kei exhales in contentment while hugging his partner's legs like a treasure. After getting Kiyoshi's entrance is nice and wet with saliva and slick (whatever fluid is coming out Kiyoshi—Kei doesn't know), he pulls back to catch his breath. The sharp smell pierces his nostrils, making him lightheaded in a good way. He's too stupid to understand what this means for him but he acknowledges that at least his body, is very into this.

He kneads Kiyoshi's hips, getting an approving mewl from his boyfriend that sends shivers down his spine. The pleading, close-lipped whimpers soften his heart. "Kiyoshi, can you look at me?" His throat clenches as he blinks the tears away, lips quivering.

The blonde opens his brown eyes, tender panting parting his thin pink lips. A hand extends forward, patting Kei with the care people reserve for pets. Or smart people to cats.

Kiyoshi is the latter. To his luck.

"Good boy, you are doing great." He adds with a sardonic smile, "not that I can compare."

Keima has the urge to cut off that pitiful chuckle. He rubs his cheek on the inside of his partner's thigh and mutters between breaths. "Kiyoshi, to me, you are perfect. I love you." His insides coil at the sappiness of those last three words, however true they are. He's about to kiss his boyfriend's probably starving pussy from how it clenches and relaxes when he looks back up instead. "Say, Kiyoshi, you can be rough with me. Er, grinding is it? You can do that. While gripping my head." He blushes at the loud, unconscious gulp of his throat after describing the vivid image. "Wanna try?"

They share a moment of silence that makes Kei doubt he was heard until Kiyoshi threads his hair with his fingers. "Did you see that in a yuri game?" he asks in that diplomatic tone.

"I. . . I don't read for. . . those scenes. You know that." Kei pouts. He shouldn't elaborate on fiction. His boyfriend takes his bullshit too seriously. "This is between us. The—my offer."

His ears must be flushed. Being around Kiyoshi makes him a romantic. He's no better at dealing with lewd stuff than romance. Truly inexperienced.

"I'll try," Kiyoshi replies airly. It makes Kei forget what was being consented to. Right, face-fucking.

God.

He's a masochist.

And he likes it.

Kiyoshi guides him back to his pussy and shifts his legs further apart, chest quivering when Kei's tongue makes contact that punches out a muted moan.

Fuck, having Kiyoshi's hand on the back of his head like an unpredictable force that could act at any moment keeps him on his toes. After a guttural moan, he's about to trace the clit when he's forced to hold still. Kiyoshi tilts his hips, pounding as he tries to set the pace. Kei croaks, following to please his master like a good boy.

A bitter and different taste floods his tongue while his partner fucks him in a messy but merciless rhythm. His breath hitches at the helpless feeling, knees growing weak.

"Kei, I'm close." The breathy words bring him back, pace reducing to a gentle rocking. When he tilts his chin to please Kiyoshi's clit, he doesn't know what happens but the filthiest squelch startles him. He inadvertently tries to pull back, however, Kiyoshi's grip doesn't let him move too far.

The blonde swiftly coaxes him with gentle words to continue and Keima scoots closer to play with the button as instructed. Kiyoshi gasps those unhinged oh! - oh! Kei was unaware his partner was capable of until the past month. Kei's tongue feels exquisite while being clumsy. The contact makes up for everything Kiyoshi doesn't know he would rather feel. His legs spasm, heat building to the climax. "A little faster, baby," he groans, jaw clenching as Kei sucks and passes that quivering tongue across his clit. Kiyoshi cries out, toes curling and grip tightening as he spills himself into his boyfriend's mouth.

Keima continues to work at a languid pace after Kiyoshi collapses, ignoring the dull throb of his swollen lips.

The blonde is soaked and sated, basking in the aftershocks pulsing through his body and the flits across his oversensitive folds. His hips stutter, pleasure kept high until he feels Kei collapse on the mattress, bouncing from the impact.

The brunet presses his cheek against the mattress, body lax and underwear stained. He didn't mean to come as his boyfriend fucked him! It's embarrassing to come untouched, right?!

It was so fucking good though. Keima hopes they do it again.