Day 7: Intercrural Sex / Kei & Kiyo
Additional Tags: Canon compliant, Soft dom, Topping from the bottom, Bottoming from the top, Inexperienced service top, Communication, Implied/referenced performance anxiety, Mentions of pillow princess, Dom/sub dynamics, Praise kink, Hurt/comfort, Implied crying.
Kei knows his desire is more than what his partner is willing to give. He has tried to not pressure his love, but really, it can work out. Kei can take it. He can take Kiyoshi's dick.
While Kiyoshi is hesitant to peg him, he is not too grossed out using his member differently. Laying under his boyfriend, Kei holds the warm member against his ass.
"Doesn't it feel good?" Kei asks.
The blonde's hesitant brown eyes lower. They nod. "It really does. This. . . this position isn't too bad. . ."
Kei leans in, connecting their lips. "I promise I'll make us feel good." He suppresses a chuckle at his cheesy words.
Meanwhile, Kiyoshi battles his mind. They have never done something like this. It's scary. Is Kei alright? Anxiety digs its thorns into his muscles like a vine. "K—Kei, w—wait." Pushing himself up, he wraps his arms around his boyfriend's back. "I don't think I'm ready. I won't come. Let me do it," he stutters. His throat and chest felt tight, worries drowning his mind.
Eventually, the other man returns the hug. "You have taken charge the last few times. Maybe you aren't ready."
Kiyoshi fervently disagrees. "I, I don't know what's wrong. This is so new. I'm nervous. I won't be able to come like this and that. . . that will make you sad." Kei hugs him tighter as he chokes out a few emotional sobs, frustrated tears staining his shoulder. "Are you really okay?" He asks.
His boyfriend smiles against Kiyoshi's shoulder. "Yeah, I'm okay. Nothing to worry about. Though I'm not sure you would believe it if you're like this. Are you okay?"
Kiyoshi shakes his head and wipes his face. "No, I'm not ready to let you take control. We could try this another time but— want to see you feeling good with what I do."
Kei agrees. "I don't have a problem with it. Go ahead. It's nice to see you take the lead." After planting a kiss on Kiyoshi's hair, he pulls away.
The blonde interlaces their fingers and connects their lips, kissing languidly. It eases the ache in his chest somewhat, numbing it with arousal.
Pulling Kei's hips closer, Kiyoshi nudges those muscled legs to settle on his own. The brunet looks up, eyes sparkling with admiration. Both want the next kiss, and Kei wraps his arms around his taller partner. It's the complete opposite dynamic they have had the past few years. It almost feels right, but that's by someone else's standards. Kiyoshi is too nice to be rough, and Kei is. . . He doesn't know what he is. Yet.
Kei leans against Kiyoshi's collarbone, looking down at Kiyoshi's cock across him. "What if we lean on the wall?"
"I want it like this," Kiyoshi murmurs.
As Kiyoshi caresses his beloved's lower back, Kei's moans and shudders make him harder. The sub's voice quivers like a rustle of leaves, so quiet that Kiyoshi can't believe it belongs to his energetic boyfriend.
Kiyoshi lowers his hands, cupping Kei's asscheeks, and rocks his hips. He feels Kei's fingers dig into his shoulders, gasps tickling his skin. It's such an odd sensation, making himself move. Kiyoshi rarely had to work to get his pleasure, and now he's sort of fucking his boyfriend. It doesn't align with his self-image but. . .
"You're doing great," Keima quips, pulling him out his overwhelming emotions. "This feels really good. You're—ah—wonderful. And. Amazing."
Kiyoshi stifles a moan from the praise, rocking their bodies with more drive. In response, Kei moves too. At some point, he closed his eyes, darkness heightening his other senses.
While Kei rubs his ass against his member, Kiyoshi teases his boyfriend's crack. It gets a few curses out of the sub, and Kiyoshi is sure Kei is leaking more. Kiyoshi lets him ride them towards an orgasm, holding Kei's thighs until they go over the edge and hugging him for dear life after both as they go through the aftershocks.