Lesson 3: Valentine's Day Part 1
Additional Tags: Valentine's Day, Handjob, Sex as Gratitude(?), Awkward dirty talking,
Summary: After their Valentine's Day date, Kiyoshi bakes a cake for his boyfriend. As thanks, he gets a handjob.
Set in Winter of their second college year
It had been a tiresome day. For a introvert like Kiyoshi, despite Valentine's Day being his favorite holiday after Christmas, being in the hustle and bustle of the local event was draining. Nevertheless, when he heard his companions would bake a cake for themselves and Kiyoshi rested on that thought, he got a an idea: forbidding Keima from entering the kitchen and taking out some eggs and milk and the like, he began to make a cake.
It was rather simple-looking for his taste but the base wasn't relevant. The lemon-mint flavored cake was decorated with a thin white, purple, grey, and black layer of whip cream. Carefully placed it on top a piece of frozen chocolate, he added two dots and a pair of droopy ears. It was cute.
Kiyoshi found his boyfriend already staring at the kitchen door. He must have noticed the smell, Kiyoshi assumed. "It's ready," he motioned his partner, taking his hand and pulling him inside.
He presented the desert. "Thank you for going the extra mile for me. You are always so kind. I know you are different, and I appreciate putting up—"
"I'm not." Keima, in an unexpected fit of aggression, yanked Kiyoshi's collar and pressed their lips together. Pulling his neck, the man lowered the blonde to increase the contact.
Keima gazed at his lover with desire. "You are always thinking of me and doing this kind of thing." He brought the taller boy back to the couch and shoved him. Climbing on top, he slammed their lips together again. "How can I not want to please you after doing that, Kiyoshi?"
"Eh, di-did you like it?" The blonde asked, a small smile playing on his thin lips.
"Of course I did," he said, pecking him on the lips. "An ace flag and a male sign with a dog face? Kiyoshi, you are amazing." Carassing his lover's golden locks he chuckled. "That's the best thing I have been given in my whole life." Keima felt tears muddle his sight and throat. He pulled himself together.
"I have to pay you back."
"You-you don't have to!"
"I want to. Please, I want to do it."
Kiyoshi glanced around timidly like a deer about to be feasted on. No matter how many times they had done this, there always was a mirage of purity or elegance in his actions during their lovemaking. He gulped. "Oh-okay."
Keima wasn't a beginner but he wouldn't proudly say he's a veteran. He learned what his boyfriend liked after many years of communication and agreed experimentation. His neck, his nipples, his thighs; Keima knew the soft spots and how to touch them. His body had committed them to memory.
Keima barely detected the cold against his boyfriend's naked skin. It was mid-February but Keima preferred to be clothed during their lovemaking. This time he was in his underwear. 'This was for Kiyoshi,' he thought. 'But why are his sounds affecting me?' His lover huffed his name under hot breaths. Keima moved his hand.
His lover mewled.
Keima captured the lips on that beautiful glistening face and gripped his hand. As their lips moved, his other hand kept working, escalating Kiyoshi in pleasure, making him moan against his mouth.
Staring down, Keima felt something grow inside of him. "You are amazing, Kiyoshi." He touched a sensitive spot. The man reacted. "I know exactly what you like and where you like it," he muttered against that pale neck and trailed kisses down. "Here, right?"
"Kei . . . " The blonde breathed out. "I do, I like it there." He placed a shivering hand on Keima's arm. "Hah . . . hah . . . you are bold today, hah!"
"Because you are great." Keima kissed his Adam apple. Being gazed with those glossed over eyes, a vague idea rose in his mind. Dirty talk wasn't common but Kiyoshi could get harder. "Because . . ."
"Because?" His hand froze for a moment, then moved it to another place. Kiyoshi's high-pitched gasp approved. "Hey, Kiyoshi . . . you said a lot of dirty things today."
Where the heck was he going?
"I did?"
Maybe he shouldn't use those words. He didn't know if Kiyoshi would get triggered but he approved once. That didn't mean a thing now. "Kiyoshi," he whispered to his ear in a deep breath. "Are you a good boy or a dirty boy?"
"Uh . . . I'm . . ." he mumbled.
"Your secret is safe with me." The desire in his gut had disappeared with the stress and long silence. He wanted his man to be happy and be free from the trauma.
"I'm a dirty boy," Kiyoshi answered. "What do you do to a dirty boy like me?"
Keima had lost count of the seconds his hand stopped moving. "What do you want?" he asked.
"Touch me. I want you touch me."
Keima couldn't stop his muscles from visibly relaxing. But he had received a command. Keima moved to the nipples and his hand behind his lover's balls. He really liked it there.
"Kei . . . Kei . . . " Why does his name sound amazing with this voice? As if he's something holy?
"Kiyoshi . . . " he mouthed on the young man's skin, making him flinch.
"M-mou, stop teasing me. Finish me. Although it's amazing."
Keima obeyed and caked his hand with more lube, holding Kiyoshi's member and giving the base a twist. While their height different didn't let him take Kiyoshi's neck, his nipples were usually his preference. Keima worked his way up Kiyoshi's pleasure when he felt his lover's arms wrap around his shoulders and his hips arch forward, fucking his hand with vigor.
"Kiyoshi . . . " He resumed licking, his lover's shorts gasps slapping awake that feeling again.
"Kei, get away, I'll come."
He considered. "Do it on me. You always wanted to, right?"
"Bu-but—"
Keima pulled back and set himself in front of Kiyoshi's cock. 'God, why is it so big?' Sometimes he didn't know if he was jealous or merely disturbed. "Kiyoshi, it's fine." He teased to caress the tip, another soft spot. Kiyoshi winced.
The secretion was surprisingly warm and strangely tingly. He smile for his boyfriend who was still panting like a dog, pulling himself for the rare sight. He liked something like slippery liquids against amazing abs and Keima read enough Men's Love manga to get how sexy cum was to allosexuals.
Kiyoshi pushed him down and got his lips, slipping his tongue inside Keima's mouth. It was sudden so he knew Kiyoshi probably couldn't resist. He couldn't help but chuckle and cover his mouth.
"God, why are you so hot?" Kiyoshi said between pants.
Keima grinned. "You liked it."
Kiyoshi gazed at him like a starved beast. As if working against a formidable force, he peeled off the sofa. "I'll get some napkins to clean up or we'll keep doing this to each other the whole night."
"Don't look," Kiyoshi insisted in his return. His touch was tickly.
"This isn't the first time we see each other's . . . that."
"Yeah but I feel bad for . . . shooting it at you."
"You do?" Keima asked, genuinely surprised.
"I liked it, don't misunderstand. But I'll die of embarrassment if I see you clean up my mess." Keima hummed. "The policy of cleaning our own messes is still up," he grumbled.
"Ah, yeah. You are right."