Day 12: Public / Kei & Kiyo
Additional Tags: Canon compliant, Foreplay, Handjob, Light master/servant roleplay, Sensual touching, Orgasm.
Their kisses escalated in passion. Strange, if they were at home it would be slow and loving but right now. . . it was as if they were starving for each other. Keima didn't dislike it. There was a roughness in their movements but they went nowhere. "What should we do?" he asked, pulling out some scenes from BL from memory. "Usually people do. . ." He bit his lip. Blowjob or the standard. "Do you have condoms?"
"I didn't bring them today," Kiyoshi said with disappointment. His gaze was already hazy. Keima could never have enough of his partner being turned on so easily. "What if we both come? We haven't done that and it will be easy to clean up." He glanced beside Keima. Toilet paper. Good.
"I agree." He pushed himself up and kissed his partner's pale neck, getting a soft moan. Kiyoshi made an erotic groan as Keima played with his nipples, sliding off the hangers of his outfit. "Pink really suits you, Kiyoshi." He felt his partner swell. Keima pressed his hand on the growing erection. Kiyoshi flinched.
"Wait, I don't want it to get dirty." He slipped off the outfit carefully, keeping his pearl white shirt. Half-naked Kiyoshi. That wasn't too bad of a sight. His partner struggled to keep his precious clothes on the hook; it was rather small. He pouted.
"It's your turn," Kiyoshi whispered on his lips, finger hooked on his belt.
"Right." Pants off, he felt it was the right time for a change of pace. The blonde sat on the closed toilet and looked up at him with innocent and yearning eyes. Keima didn't want to figuratively look down on him but the illusion of being the tall one in the relationship was a favorite of his. Kiyoshi was definitely enjoying it. Hugging him from under the arms as if his arms couldn't reach his shoulders, something the shorter, submissive one had to do. He was in the role. Keima caressed his thigh, making him mewl and shiver.
Keima wrapped him in a hug and brought his lips to his ear. He knew Kiyoshi so well. Ideas kept piling up. He was eager to try. "You are already hard, Kiyoshi, " he said, rubbing his semi-hard length. Keima forced down the cringe from being aware of that bulge, looking for his next words. Instead, he reached the base and teased his balls. Kiyoshi spasmed, panting roughly as he spoke Keima's name.
"Uhn, ca-can, you pull it down? My underwear."
"Why?" Keima continued to whisper.
"I don't want to dirty it, Kei, please. " That was so hot. Kiyoshi's panting became sharper as he started begging, surprising Keima.
"Wait!" Kiyoshi was about to sit on the cap. Keima took off his shirt and placed it there. "Now." His partner sat down open-legged, tugging Keima in. "Ah, this is pretty good." Kiyoshi was leaning against the canister, holding Keima's back against the pull of gravity, knees on top. They stared into each other's eyes, ready for the world to stop moving. Kiyoshi's gaze was warm, welcoming every part of him. And naked, in a public place, it was as if he had truly accepted every quirk of his.
Keima blinked slowly as if he had just woken up. 'Guess I did. . .' "You are hard," he pointed out, making the outline of Kiyoshi's member between them. "Let me take care of it." He let his hand fall.
"You are tired. You don't have to."
"I do." He pulled Kiyoshi's neck down to kiss his cheek. "I have to fulfill my purpose, young master."
The blonde pursed his lips, corners curled up at the start of a laugh. "Got it. Can we change the pose first? My legs." After some struggle, Kiyoshi leaned against the canister sideways, giving Keima enough room to touch him.
He really liked to start with some light caresses and kisses. His partner's smile was in full bloom. "Any recommendations, young master?" He asked with a confident smirk. This was the last chance to experiment.
"Mn, I want you to be extra gentle. I want to feel how much you love me with my body." Kiyoshi gazed down with a love-struck expression. Had he understood his feelings from his touches or was he trying to be considerate by not demanding being handled roughly? He wanted to ask but he had a feeling it would break the mood. 'Why?' As if he didn't trust Kiyoshi.
From his partner's shoulder, he moved across his back, wincing back when his overly sensitive part brushed Kiyoshi's arm. His partner reassured him and Keima pulled up the things Kiyoshi liked. But they excited, not exactly the "loving" type he has asked. Hmmm. Nothing came to mind until he saw Kiyoshi's hand. Grasping it with delicacy he didn't know he had in mind, Keima left a trail of kisses from the tip of his finger to his shoulder. Kiyoshi gasped in awe. Good job.
Time was ripe for some intimate caresses, brushing Kiyoshi's thigh as if it was an expensive piece of a tablecloth. His partner shuddered, hoping to understand the intentions of the gesture. His quiet moans told him he was enjoying it. His skin was truly beautiful. Blonde body hair was basically invisible--it was basically thinner on his legs.
"You are beautiful~" Keima appraised him.
"I-I can't say I like being touched like this. . . but it isn't too bad. . ." His partner's face was flushed and embarrassed. "Really, not very into it."
"Apologies!" Keima blurted, apologizing when his partner flinched. 'Did he really have no indoor voice?' He moved to touch his partner but stopped. If he did that?
"Earth to Kei? Tired?"
"Uh, no, not at all." He gathered his courage. "May I touch your important place, young master?" Crap, his voice went back to normal.
Kiyoshi gave the okay. Alright. . . gentle, loving.
Keima shivered from head to toe. "Relax, you are so nervous I can feel it," Kiyoshi said after planting a kiss on his neck. "You know how to do it. You know what I like. " He took Keima's hand and changed his grip to a more comfortable one, focusing on contact with the underside. He looked so. . . calm. God, did nothing faze him anymore? There was an instant and a shallow pang of jealousy, serenity washing over it. He planted more kisses in his partner's shoulder, his other hand sneaking on the other side of his neck. "Kei.. ." His partner straightened with a sharp gasp, approving with a hum.
Contact in three places, huh? It wasn't easy to keep a synchronized rhythm, lemme tell you. Keima also touched the back of the neck, rubbing it like a certain lamp. Then the front, leaving him completely vulnerable at his mercy. After quickening his pace and muttering some standard BL lines, Kiyoshi was done and sleepy. It was then that Keima remembered they were totally dirty with his fluids.
"Shall we clean up?" Kiyoshi eventually asked. Keima agreed immediately but he didn't want to move away. "Kei?"
"Uh, yeah." He begrudgingly peeled off the seat, tearing some paper and wiping himself and his partner.
Fully clothed, Keima took his partner's hand. "Thank you, Kiyoshi." His partner's gaze was unsettling, hazy. "Let's go home."
Kiyoshi sighed in relief. "All the nerves are finally hitting me." Keima wasn't feeling any better. "Cab?" His partner sighed, covering his face. He nodded. '
We should do it in a cleaner place next time,' Keima noted.