Day 5: Bondage & Dubcon-play / Kei & Kiyo
Additional Tags: Teacher/Student Roleplay, Established relationship, Dom/sub dynamics, Blowjob, Teasing, Chinese BL Tropes, Danmei tropes, mentions of Chinese novel characters, No spoilers, Porn with Feelings, Cum on face, Power bottom, Objectification kink, Explicit sexual content.
"Shizun, Shizun." I smiled, gazing up at my partner while wearing the deep black robe he gifted me days ago, a belated birthday present he had no responsibility to fulfill. It was comfortable enough to use as a yukata, so I could enjoy Kiyoshi staring for too long at my exposed thighs, eyes widening in hopes to see a little more.
"This disciple wants to please Shizun," I continued, lowering from my position on his lean legs to the floor. I leaned inside his thighs, close to his crotch, and lifted my eyes to ask for permission.
"Uh, um. . ." Kiyoshi squirmed, cheeks flushing. "Th-this master allows this disciple."
"Thank you, Shizun!" I asked him if I could remove his pants. Kiyoshi lifted his hips and I gripped the edges and carefully slid them out.
When I took his member in my hand, I realized it was a little swollen. Despite Kiyoshi's awkwardness as I rutted against him, he had actually got a bit hard.
I pecked his side, rubbing the shaft at the underside. Kiyoshi was the only blonde I gave a damn about, so I was always amazed to see his body, so clear it was almost transparent. His skin was also pale, so his member was. . . yeah. I couldn't wait to see it turn pink.
"Shizun is so beautiful," I said against his member, running my lips against it. Kiyoshi had probably taken note he had just gotten out of the bath, or he might not have let me done that.
"Shizun is the prettiest in the world."
I heard Kiyoshi gasp and whine, the flesh in my hand swelling slightly.
"This disciple knows what to say to his master."
I was so proud to hear Kiyoshi master our dialogue. It lacked emotion, but the words were convincing. "This disciple loves Shizun. Of course, he knows what makes Shizun happy." Carefully, I pressed my lips on the side I was paying attention to, slipping out my tongue and wrapping it around his member. Kiyoshi immediately flinched. He was pretty warm from the bath.
I gasped as I circled his base, making Kiyoshi jump a little. His member didn't arouse me, but it was pretty warm and smelled funny. He would kill me if he knew that, www.
I had kept massaging his underside, pulling his shaft like this and that, quickly bringing him to a decent stiffness to hold.
His tip was growing pink and his member was swelling up. It wasn't yet the intimidating XXX I had taken but it was gonna get there. I did the same thing to his base right before the head. Kiyoshi let out an adorable sound like a small animal's and tensed. I could smell precum building at the tip.
"Shizun. . ." Kiyoshi had instructed me on how to say it properly. If we were going to take a word from another language, the least we could do is do it properly, he said. I lowered the hand on his shaft to the base. With a light grip, I moved my thumb behind his balls to massage his perineum. Kiyoshi jumped the highest until then. My other hand had gripped his hardening length and all I could think of doing was to take the head in my mouth.
"T-too fast!" Kiyoshi warned as I was lowering my head. I swiftly let him go and apologized. "I-It's okay, you are a good disciple to listen to this master." He was covering his blush with his wrist, looking away.
My chest warmed every time he spoke. He was so cute.
I looked down at his erection, feeling my hand slightly warm. It was dripping. I grinned and licked it.
"Shizun," I asked for his attention, staring straight into his eyes as I licked his tip. When Kiyoshi's brown eyes met mine, his hips twitched.
"M-mou. . ." He looked away, blushing harder. His breath was labored and his face muscles awkwardly relaxed.
"Did Shizun liked that?" I asked in a fake childish tone. Kiyoshi made a noise I interpreted as positive, meeting my eyes a moment later with intent.
He reached out to my head and patted softly, smiling gently with loving eyes. "Keep doing that, Binghe."
My breathing stopped for a moment. After a moment's hesitation, I stared back at Kiyoshi's member, tighter against my hold, closed my eyes, and licked his pre. I moaned for him, mind hazing to the act. Taking him in my mouth, I resumed massaging his underside.
I came back to my senses when I felt something caressing my hair, assuming it was Kiyoshi's fingers; it was barely a tug. Kiyoshi's expression was flooded in pleasure, brow furrowed and thin lips parted erotically, huffing.
I angled our positions to take him deeper. It wasn't by much but I did my best, licking his underside and moaning. It seemed to work, for I felt Kiyoshi tense further. "Shizun can fuck this disciple's mouth," I said to arouse him. 'Gently, if possible.' I added in my head.
Kiyoshi shook his head. "It's okay. This master is too big and inexperienced. He might hurt . . . you."
"Master is so concerned for Binghe," I offered. "This disciple is happy." I held back a burst of laughter that wanted to rumble out of my insides. I was so happy to do this with Kiyoshi. I could never do this with someone else.
I continued to suck him off, applying pressure on his key points. I tried to take him deeper, but Kiyoshi's gag reflex was truly lower than mine.
"T-this master is cl-close," Kiyoshi said. He had the habit of throwing back his head when he really enjoyed something. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
I felt his hand grasp my hair, but it was a feather touch I could easily forget. Kiyoshi didn't intend to use that as a signal, so I didn't pay any more attention than any possible caresses it could become.
His member was fully hardened, so I could work without using my hands. I moved to the back of Kiyoshi's thighs, caressing his smooth skin as he shivered under my touch.
"Kei. . . Kei. . ." He said with that lovely voice in a tone that filled me with warmth. "It feels good."
"Shizun, I'm so glad you are enjoying this," I pecked his tip, so wet with pre. The final time took him, I changed to an unrelenting pace, bobbing my head up and down or making a swallowing motion to stimulate his tip. I pulled his thighs up, lowering his hips to expose that cute ass of his. I took his balls in my hand, massaging where it make him go crazy.
"Kei. . . I'm close. . . Kei. . !" There was urgency behind his tone. I had my own plans though.
"Shizun, it's okay, this disciple can take it."
"Huh, no, th-at's gross!"
I stared at him, gaze unwavering. Kiyoshi was easy to dominate, so he conceded without much effort. I kissed his member up and around, careful to not make contact with my teeth. The faster the pace, the more labored his breath became.
I licked under his crown until Kiyoshi told me was closer. Increasing my pace one last time, I retreated as I felt bits of fluid splash against my lips. I had closed both of my eyes but one was distinctly warmer and wetter than the other.
I gazed up at my Shizun, waiting for his reaction. And it was delicious: a mix of horror and arousal marred his face. It took him a few seconds to react, scrambling up and trying to take my arm.
I burst out laughing, keeping Kiyoshi in place. "I did it on purpose, do you like it?" I grinned, curling up the untainted side.
Kiyoshi's breath hitched. He looked away pensively. "I think it works because you look like you're enjoying it."
"Did that head tilt means you got aroused?" I poked.
Kiyoshi frowned and turned away. "This disciple needs to get cleaned. This master can't have a dirty disciple. How shameless. We are not done yet. Let's go."
So fucking adorable. Kiyoshi hadn't finished reading the novel so I have no idea how he manages to embody Shen Qin Qiu so well.
After I wiped off—or Kiyoshi wiping his release off me instead because he felt guilty—we went to the bedroom, laid down on the bed, and checked upon each other. Kiyoshi was still queasy about his role, but he always said he ultimately enjoyed it and wanted to continue.
He climbed on me and asked, "what do you want me to do to you?"
"It would make this one the happiest to be used for Shizun's pleasure."
Kiyoshi tilted his head, brows furrowed. "But you already pleased me. Don't you want to feel good now?"
"It would make me feel really good if you use me as you want," I shamelessly admitted. We have gone through this many times. I had to be patient. Kiyoshi was willing to learn and he asked for it.
His lips pursed cutely, eyes drifting as he seemed to gauge something about us I did not give a shit about.
Kiyoshi gave a slow okay, his gaze lowering to my body. He caressed the middle of my chest with a ghost touch that I wanted to chase. "This discipline is looking particularly sexy tonight, it would be a waste to not take a bite." He was about to lower when he back off and climbed off. I observed as he rummaged through my bed drawer and get back into position.
My heartbeat erratically when I realized why he was moving my wrists to the top of my head. If I want to feel vulnerable, there's nothing better than limiting movements. I'd be helpless under him.
Not really but the intention was what counts.
"How does it feel?" Kiyoshi asked. We hadn't started anything yet, so I didn't have a problem with his concern. He changed the fit a couple of times, inexperienced in binding unlike me, so he stopped after saying I could complain anytime during the scene.
His concern made my heart warm, but his coldness made my whole body quiver.
Kiyoshi started pecking my pecs (he's so weak for them, hehe) then moved to my neck. His kisses were slow and gentle, too caring for my taste. I didn't say anything--he was already doing his best; being patient was the best thing I could give him (his words).
"Binghe is particularly beautiful tonight." I lost my breath at that name. My struggles and insecurities; my flaws and my pain. Kiyoshi acknowledged them all when he used that name. It's an invitation to be vulnerable, sensitive, everything I believed I couldn't show until I broke.
"Shizun, please use me as you see fit. I. . . this disciple wants nothing more to be of use to Shizun."
'Please use me, Kiyoshi. Please, let me see you chasing your pleasure without thinking of me; your actions when you aren't bound to taking care of someone.'
His caresses are tender and controlled, relaxing to sexual and thirsty with time. His kisses become messy, tongue slipping between my lips to greet mine as a tease.
I would usually hate it, but with this setting, this is exactly what I want. There is no way to explain (and I'm too stupid to try anyway). I like what I hate when Kiyoshi is forcing it onto me. That's it.
"Shizun, this disciple can handle more," I gently coax him. 'You can do it. You are doing so well.'
"This master knows. It's this master that's incapable."
I held myself back from screaming, caught off guard by his self-derisive words.
'He can't be incapable. That's me .'
I steadied my breath and emotions, for Kiyoshi might notice and stop. Focusing on his touch, I watched as he played with my nipples, shivering pleasantly. His mouth was so erotic, twirling around the bud as he closed his eyes, moaning in pleasure. He sucked and licked harder, speeding up as if he was losing control of what's proper and "right".
'Why does this reminds me of porn?' It was absurdly erotic. As expected from someone who's into being photographed and recorded.
When he opened his eyes, his expression was glassy. Back in his initial position, he muttered that name before plopping right on my abdomen, sucking some air out.
"Binghe. . . Oh, Binghe. . ." He said, nipping the muscles. "Your body is amazing. As expected from the protagonist."
My chest trembled, holding back laughter. Too out of fanfiction. So cute.
Kiyoshi had his way with my body for a while. Before I knew it, he was pressing his erection against my thigh, warm and plump. I had no idea what he would do next; where he would touch.