Day 8: Sadomasochism / Kei & Kiyo
Additional Tags: Analingus, Teasing, Bratty bottom, Sexual content, Dirty talking, Punishment kink, Harness, Sex toys.
"Ah. . . ah. . . Kiyoshi. . . your tongue feels so GOOD!"
"Y-you don't have to say it so loud!" The cute blonde hushes.
"You gonna gag me?" A plus during sex, being an absolute brat to his passive boyfriend. He delights under Kiyoshi's troubled expression, hungrily awaiting his punishment. And "punished" he is, Kiyoshi silently going back to eat his ass just the way he likes it. "God, you are SO good at this. I know you are proud of deepthroating but fuck, this is the best thing I have felt my entire life. Ah!"
Kiyoshi's moans ripple through his body and up to his scalp. His body quivers. God, it's such an amazing sight.
"You ate me so well. You are so good at this."
A cute mewl escapes Kiyoshi's pink lips. He's truly another beast when he's on the submissive role.
'I love him so much.'
Keima's moans fill the room. Kiyoshi fumbles, trying to hold back his embarrassment. "K-Kei, be quieter." He stutters, panting. He's answered with a whimper and Kei stops talking. The muscled man's cute moans go straight to Kiyoshi's member when Keima speaks.
"Ki-kiyoshi~, fuck me~."
Heat rises to the blonde's head. He's frozen.
When Keima doesn't hear a reply, he looks over to his petrified partner. Swaying his behind causes Kiyoshi's hands in between his cheeks and the harness to jerk, helping his partner regain himself.
"S-sorry." The blonde glances in between the place his face was a second ago and away. "Sh-shameless. . . You are so shameless."
Kei chuckles. Kiyoshi is making that theatrical frown, pretending to be miffed. He can't resist. "If I misbehaved, I deserve punishment." He sways his booty with face-slapping emphasis.
Kiyoshi is pensive for a moment before looking at Keima's eyes. The blonde's gaze is careful and calculating. So is his reply. "Mn, you have to be punished." He glances at Keima's hole with disinterest and slips of the bed to the right bed stand. Rummaging through the drawer, he takes out a pouch. Kiyoshi returns with condoms, lube, and that grey pouch.
Keima swallows. Hard. Staring at his partner as hundreds of theories passed through his mind, he barely registered the first slick on his behind, only when the blonde softly moaned.