Day 17: Masturbation / Solo!Kei
Additional Tags: Canon compliant, rimming, solo play, sexual fantasies, soft dom, submissive fantasy, dub-con fantasy, penetration, orgasm, punishment fantasy, punishment kink, ass eating, exhibitionism kink, prostate massage fantasy, fluff, pet names, objectification kink.
Shit, this is actually really hot. Kei circled his hole, laying face-down against one of the couch's pillows. It was the middle of the day, and he was alone in the apartment, but he felt exposed as his ass faced the balcony window. It was an illusion, for they lived in an apartment building. Kei didn't care if he was seen or not. In fact, it was welcomed.
"Hah. . . hm. . ." Kei exhaled, relaxing his whole body little by little. The muscles around his hole felt tender and vulnerable, quivering under his touch. "Mn. . . Kiyoshi~." He thought of his partner that could come in any minute, finding Kei pleasuring himself in his partner's absence, flushing a royal red. Then, exhausted and tense, Kiyoshi would take off his shirt and dive into the couch, kissing, nibbling, and caressing Kei's body like a starved animal.
"I like you. . ." It was a little embarrassing for Kei to express his feelings, his love in an honest manner. On their day-to-day lives, Kei's chest felt warm and full while gazing at his partner, most of the time. And whenever Kiyoshi was the topic of conversation, Kei could barely hold himself back from telling them how amazing Kiyoshi was: He was kind, thoughtful, and caring, but he had so many cute sides. And hidden ones too: needy and petty; irrational and demanding. Kei loved seeing his partner pissed for the tiniest things. It was super hot. It was hotter to see Kiyoshi angry at him. It made Kei's chest quiver, envisioning punishment.
He imagines Kiyoshi playing with his ass muttering, "you couldn't wait until your master came home? You bad pup." Then, Kiyoshi would punish him for being impatient. Maybe some spanking, or playing with his prostate until he begged Kiyoshi to stop. Kiyoshi wouldn't listen to him, of course; it was punishment.
As he imagined his fingers were Kiyoshi's, his breathing became labored, falling deeper into the fantasy. He would apologize, but Kiyoshi wouldn't care. Kei would be punished thoroughly. His partner would order him to show his hole. It would be slick with lube. Kiyoshi would gaze at it in silence, Kei becoming increasingly aroused from the tension. Then, his partner would dive in and eat him out. Kei would let out a loud moan. He was waiting for that touch for hours.
Kiyoshi's tongue is wet, working swiftly with hungry and lustful kisses, having Kei at his mercy. Kiyoshi would eat him out as if he found pleasure in it, ignoring Kei completely, using him as a toy. When Kiyoshi stops, his gigantic cock is at full standing.
"Delicious." Kiyoshi would caress Kei's ass in a grateful gesture for their hard work. Then, he would lick his lips, sight hazy and wanting more. He turns Kei on his back and presses their lips together. Kei moans like a little bitch as Kiyoshi gently caresses his arms. His body is oversensitive to the intense sensations, a whimpering mess. It doesn't matter. They have nothing to talk about. Kiyoshi dives in his chest and presses wanton kisses all over, lowering himself up to Kei's abdomen. On the way, he sucks at times but not hard enough to leave love bites. Kiyoshi uses his mouth to taste, not to mark.
"You're so wet," his partner giggles, caressing this inside of his thigh. Kei flinches and lets out a painful croak. He observes his partner, confident and dominant, smiling fondly. "You have been touching yourself for a while, haven't you? You must want release after getting this hard." Kiyoshi somewhat knows he touches himself for the sensations, never intending to reach an orgasm. It's already difficult enough to get it up with a partner; he would rather not pressure himself to do that alone.
"Kei, lift your knees up for me." Their eyes meet. Kiyoshi is gazing back reassuringly as he caresses Kei's knee, an unusual mischievous twitch on his lips. Fantasy for sure. Kei does what he's told, embarrassment climbing his skin. He feels like a baby in front of their parent. Stupid, weak, and helpless.
"It's okay. . . it's okay. . . relax," Kiyoshi coos, resuming after Kei's hole has relaxed somewhat. The circles are drawn slow as if he wanted Kei to get used to the feeling first. His technique changes to a V caress, then a direct touch across his hole and perineum. It's too slow to do much, but Kiyoshi had lifted one of his legs up to his bony shoulder, showering the sunburned skin with kisses and touches. This position was mortifying, like a pitiful turtle or beetle.
"Kei, open up." The finger pressing against his hole made him shudder from head to toe. He tried to open himself, a stuttered shudder slipping from his tan lips as Kiyoshi penetrated his entrance.
"Kiyoshi!" He gasped, aroused at the thought of being fucked. Kiyoshi moves with care, inspecting his insides before inserting another finger. He really liked this set-up because--
"Urgh!"
"Found it," the blonde giggles. "You can rut against my fingers. I'm sure it'll feel good." Every touch against his prostate sends shocks deep into his body. It's so fucking good.
"Move a little bit," Kiyoshi gently coaxes, patting the knee on his shoulder after moving it directly on his shoulder blade. Kei lifts his hips ever so slightly and swings his hips back and forth. "Good boy. That's my good puppy. Does it feel good?"
Kei hums in agreement, settling into opposite paces. Kiyoshi's fingers push in as he rolls forward.
"Close," Kei mutters.
"Do you want the third finger?"
He shakes his head. "I'm good. Don't slow down." Kei increases the pace, and Kiyoshi's fingers inch closer to his prostate. His body trembles non-stop. It isn't long before his body releases all tension and falls back to the couch.
In reality, Kei lays down sideways, naked. His body is dry, member slightly tense. He enjoys having these fantasies, imagining a Kiyoshi that only lives in his head. He could tell the real deal of a scenario they could play out any day. That was another part of their relationship. But he was unsure and insecure; these fantasies were liberating.