Day 14: Master & slave / Kei & Kiyo
Additional Tags: Power bottom, dub-con play, Sex slave play, Safe Sane and Consensual, Inexperienced master, Analingus, Objectification kink, Kei's submissive ass.
Kiyoshi admires the display of his boyfriend's back muscles. Kei is sitting obediently while facing the wall as if repenting.
"M-master. . .?" His voice quivers from pretended fear or arousal--Kiyoshi doesn't know or care; he
doesn't have to. From Kei's explanation, being a cold slave master doesn't seem so different
from a detached Shizun. Except for the fucking disciples part. Kiyoshi focuses gaze on those muscles, rising and
lowering along with shaky breaths. He mutters, "not too bad. You will do."
"M-master? W-hat are you going to do?"
"Who permitted you to talk? Do you want me to whip you so you learn how to stay silent?" Kiyoshi did a double-take on the voice that didn't sound like his own, emotions that may or may not be his own.
'I'm not sure if this is me, but being like this in bed doesn't make me a terrible person. Everyone holds grudges in silence. Conscious or subconscious.'
The brunet is silent as Kiyoshi steadies his act and thickens his skin. He tries to slip a hand under the man's ass. The person goes along with the gesture, raising his hips.
Kiyoshi, with a firm hold of the leather around the hips, yanks the harness towards him.
"M-master? W-hat--t-his. . ." The voice trembles, ending on a high pitch.
"Silence," Kiyoshi chides. A well-defined ass is lavishly in front of him. "Quivering in anticipation, huh? Does it arouse you to present yourself as a dog?" He mocks, "this is what you are." The skin is already scalding hot and the smell of sweat already wafts in the room. He makes a gesture as if to part the cheeks, slapping them when his servant enthusiastically opens himself up.
"I-I'm sorry m-master. . ."
'Crap, I planned to slap not thinking he might react.' Kiyoshi collects himself before speaking, "Stop moving. This is not a reward!" Kiyoshi mentally curses. His voice had come out too honest to his feelings: anxious, uncertain, unwilling . But Kei stills, not saying a word. Kiyoshi takes it as a sign to continue and leaves the room. When he returns, he caresses a wet towel over against his boyfriend's lower cheeks, slowly bringing the heated part to the rim. Tearing open a buccal dam, he fixes it to his boyfriend's behind before bringing his face closer.
When he feels something hot and wet brush against his rim, Kei's steady breath hitches. His master's tongue works at his own pace, not once concerning himself with the person in front of him. Quiet moans and wet sounds fill the otherwise silent room. Keima's body cries out its needs, "faster, higher, deeper," but Keima ignores them, focusing on his partner's selfish chase.
Taking on a submissive role was only the start. Now, he thanked his breakdown and the destruction of the absurd ideals he had been following all his life to searching for himself, giving him the freedom to try anything and everything, without compromising his self-esteem or stupid pride. Kiyoshi had trouble understanding this no-con/dub-con thing, "consent is key" the belief he would die for. But Keima wasn't a woman. He didn't want Kiyoshi's considerations in bed. Keima didn't go out of his way to care for strangers or acquaintances or make others feel comfortable. Of course, he loved his partner's opposite attitude but since they began to explore new roles, Kiyoshi acting cold and uncaring towards him was a fantasy that followed him like a hungry ghost.
Keima knows he's stupidly in love with an endlessly kind and caring person. This person wouldn't dare , even as a joke, to genuinely hurt him. Those situations were solely in Keima's head. They are trying to make those fantasies a little more real, gently coax Kiyoshi from his biases and comfort zone. Kiyoshi's efforts are proof of his love for him and Keima always makes sure Kiyoshi is willing to continue to take on a dominant role--Maybe he should reward his partner. Fucking someone without prior notice, chasing his pleasure alone. Using the other for their means. Not caring about the other person. The other, who is feeling things, doesn't matter, but their use.