Day 1: Rimming / KeiKiyo
Additional Tags: Sexual inexperience, Orgasm, Coming untouched, Fluff, Soft dom, Trust.
Kiyoshi heaved him closer, placing Kei on his knees. "This is better," he breathed out impatiently, massaging the middle of Keima's ass.
Keima grasped the taller boy's shoulder, melting under the touch. "Kiyoshi. . . Kiyoshi." He tensed his whole body, nails digging into his partner's skin.
"It's okay," the blond whispered soothingly, caressing his back with his thumb. "Relax, this will feel good." Ah, now it made sense. The reason why he felt being told that gets him over the edge. Feeling aroused and cumming was scary, and leaving himself in the hands of another was just as. But after being reassured, he trusted Kiyoshi enough to do it.
He breathed in. . . and out. . . "AH!" Relax, relax. Keima closed his eyes and leaned on his partner's shoulder, breathing steadily as Kiyoshi's fingers circled his entrance.
"It's a little dry. Let me do something about it." Keima croaked out a stupid sound, his hole clenching at the loss of stimulus. The blonde sucked his middle finger with confidence and drive. Keima couldn't believe they were the same person playing bottom so many times in the hidden comfort of their home. Their eyes were slanted with a dangerous and exciting glint as someone experienced in the art of pleasuring.
Groaning in approval, Keima tensed as his reliable boyfriend lubricated his sensitive spot.
Eventually, drops of pre-cum slid down his erect member, increasing Keima's arousal. He wasn't used to this. He didn't know when he was going to come.
"Let me hear your voice," Kiyoshi sighed. Keima's mind was too far gone into pleasure to understand why mumbling his pleasure out. He tried rocking his body against Kiyoshi's teasing fingers, soon finding a rhythm in their contrasting movements.
"Touch me more!" His voice wasn't his anymore. Too high pitched, too desperate, too far gone. Kiyoshi palmed all around his back, his other hand still working intensely. Without warning, a guttural yell popped out of Keima's throat, a warm and slippery release smearing their chests. As his arms fell, the world ceased from existing. Like a newborn, Kiyoshi's warmth was everything he knew and acknowledged.