Day 11: Exhibitionism & voyeurism / Kei & Kiyo
Additional Tags: Canon-compliant, hurt/comfort, mentions of foursome fantasies, trust, sensual touching, no explicit sexual content, exhibitionism kink, implied possessiveness, internalized kink shame, mentions of public sex, voyeurism kink, Communication, Introspection.
As they made their way out of the cafe, Keima felt a familiar pair of arms sling around his body, pulling him closer. "You are going to kiss me but you won't do anything else?" His lover whispered in his ear, a feather touch. His everything said desire. Keima bit his lip, recalling his embarrassing action a few hours ago. He hadn't let it go completely, for every time their eyes met, there was an unspoken murmur of mutual want. "You want to do it here, don't you?"
Keima felt his heart flip. 'How did he know?' "How did you know?" He asked, switching to their mother language. He turned around and faced the blond, seeking an answer in his gaze.
"You didn't seem to regret kissing me. And something else." Kiyoshi smiled widely. Keima gulped; it's not like he was against it. "Did you find it exciting they saw us?" His fists curled, his morality taking the better of him. Disgusting. "We can talk about that at home. I wanna know if you wanna do it here?" Kiyoshi's tone sure was patient. His hands were still around Keima's waist, not too tight. Kiyoshi nuzzled their nose together, the little contact to ease him into the mood without being forceful.
Keima nodded and Kiyoshi pulled away, taking him towards the male restroom. He saw an eager and ambitious expression from the mirror's reflection. Surprised how much Kiyoshi wanted this, they entered the biggest toilet, the one for the handicapped. Keima worried if that would bother someone, but as Kiyoshi enveloped him in an embrace and leaned them against the wall, he thought had left.
'This felt good.' Not as good as that kiss though. What had controlled him to do that?
"That was a good kiss," Kiyoshi commented casually, hands roaming his body. Keima figured he wanted to ease him into the mood. Their foreplay. Or maybe he was just curious. But the tone made him doubt.
"Yeah, I liked it too."
"Why did you kiss me?" Keima was more convinced Kiyoshi wanted to arouse him but recalling that caused his stomach to churn.
"When you were watching Lian and Theo. . . do that. I. . . You felt far away. It's not like I was angry or lonely. . . It's just." What was in his mind again? He pulled up the image of a hazy blond, facing away from him. "I wanted you to look at me." The same words he told him. They made no sense now but at that moment. A subconscious desire to be on Kiyoshi's sight took over him. His breath hitched, pushing against his lover when he touched the crease under his lower back. "That was it."
Kiyoshi continued to touch his ass. "I was gonna push you down and take you right there if--" Keima didn't hear the rest. Surely he didn't mean it that way? "Ah, sorry, I didn't mean it that way." He apologized when their eyes met. "Ne, is there something I can do to help you relax?" His embrace became non-judgemental and comforting. "Do you feel terrible? Can you not forgive yourself?"
Keima gulped back his tears. Yeah, that was it. He couldn't forgive himself for being so into it. Starting it. Liking it. Disappointed it couldn't continue.
"I wanted more. But when I saw them, I realized I had done something horrible. I can't forgive myself." Tears began to stream down his cheek. He sobbed into Kiyoshi's outfit, letting all his sadness out. "Am I a pervert? Am I a horrible person?"
"Did you want them to see you?" Kiyoshi kissed away his tears. "Us. I did. It felt great. So wrong. So taboo."
Keima shot his eyes open and stared at the blond. "Wait you—" He hated how the idea of a foursome had passed through his mind during that moment. The taboo. The want was irresistible but being aware he was observed was hot. It aroused him. He, an asexual.
"Does that even make sense?" He asked, not to Kiyoshi in particular.
"I read that aces don't necessarily get turned on. Some do, some don't. Kinks have nothing to do with orientation, so it seemed logical you would have one or two things that really get you going. Like what I just did."
He definitely. . . liked that. Keima was impressed at how much Kiyoshi had researched about his sexuality. With heartfelt thanks, Kiyoshi continued. "I had a feeling you were into it when we did it at the showers." That. . . that was definitely hot. The feeling of danger from having someone seeing you doing something scandalous. A taboo. It seemed fair to assume Keima was into that. "Suddenly," Kiyoshi changed his comforting tone to a sensual whisper, loving his butt again, "your White Day gift makes more sense." What was he. . . Shit. Public Sex.
"Um, no. . . that. . . Who was he kidding? His eyes were drawn to that manga like a magnet and he tried to hide it from Lian. Did he just project his fantasies to his lover? Ahhhhhhhhh. "Ah, mou, let me die." He bonked his head on Kiyoshi's chest. He wrapped his arms around Kiyoshi neck and brought him in for a deep kiss. "I would have never noticed if it weren't for you."