Lesson 3: Valentine's Day Part 2
Additional Tags: Sexual trauma, Implied past sexual harassment, Switching, Shower, Sexual Experimentation, Anallingus.
Keima hopped into the shower after gathering his clothes. From the open door, the slim figure of his partner urged him to call out. "You coming?"
"Huh-huh? Re-really?"
Keima thought after what they had just done, he hadn't closed the door because of their connection but he realized he actually desired Kiyoshi's company. "Yeah, if you want."
The tall blonde walked a bit too fast he had to grin. Part two wasn't uncommon and Keima acknowledged he desired his boyfriend right now. Pulling his lover under the open showerhead, want swirled inside him.
"Kei, I just came but . . . I don't know if I can hold back."
He faced the faucet and calmly asked, feeling in control. "What do you want to do?"
Kiyoshi slowly approached and took his waist. "I don't think you want what I want."
"What?"
"I want to deep throat your dick."
"No," Keima replied immediately.
Kiyoshi sighed. "Options are limited. Can I touch you?"
Keima nodded and closed his eyes. It was cute how Kiyoshi used the same moves. Apart from being blindfolded and touched, there wasn't much that turned Keima on, not that it was any easier to do it with those two either. Their sexual moments were usually 100% sensual or one-sided pleasuring.
"Ah!" Keima yelped, freezing both.
"Uh . . . Kei?" Now that was a sound he hadn't heard in a while. Keima did ride him once. When his boyfriend moved his hips away, he noticed the cause. "Sorry, did I get too close?"
"Ye-yeah..." Was it Keima's heart that was thumping this fast? Maybe he would like to be entered again?
"Um-hey."
"There's something . . . we can do." That hesitant tone was the signal of a new experience. His dick was so ready. "I'm not sure yet but I want to confirm." Keima pressed his palms on the wall and lowered a bit. "Can you . . . touch my ass?"
'I gotta get the condoms,' was Kiyoshi's first thought. "Give me a moment." He was about to leave the tub when Keima grabbed his hand.
"Wait, I don't want that. You don't have to. . . uhh . . . touch inside. The outside." His emerald green eyes begged. He had to trust him. Kiyoshi decided whether to put it in or not after all.
Getting back into position, water still raining down their bodies, Kiyoshi touched that fine piece of ass that only he had felt the inside of. Keima was paranoid about his body's tendency to store fat around his waist but what went first on Kiyoshi's eyes were those well-defined abs and that solid butt. God, ten years of dedicated exercice were a fucking miracle. He didn't care what others would say about Keima, he was a Greek god in his eyes. And Kiyoshi wanted to him to fuck him so bad.
He didn't know what Keima's reactions meant but what he could do is make him comfortable to share his conclusions—in the hottest way possible.
He kissed the back of Keima's head. "What did you learn?"
"I . . . I . . . " The brunet gasped for air.
"Can I keep doing this?" He brushed his middle finger against the crook his boyfriend's ass. Keima lowered his back. Instinct? Purposefully? The questions excited him.
"Yes, yes!" It was a delight to see Keima this vulnerable. Unexpected. Fast. "Ki-Kiyoshi . . . I need you to . . . " Keima lowered himself until reaching the ground. Dogeza?
"Please..." The man that seldom showed unrestraint begged. "My ass . . . please . . . fuck my ass, with your tongue."
Had Kiyoshi finally gone mad? No, his boyfriend was on the floor, showing him his behind. "Fuck my ass with your tongue," Keima had said.
Kiyoshi lowered himself to his level. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure. Kiyoshi, please." He moved closer for some reason as if pressuring him. Had Keima lost control? He gazed at the prize. It was a really good butt. Might as well fuck him senseless.
Kiyoshi's tongue felt so good. It moved around in tiny circles, driving Keima crazy. He didn't know how the anus worked but from Kiyoshi's past pleasure, he knew it was an amazing thing. One small spot was sending his body crazy.
He begged Kiyoshi over and over, scooting closer as if it meant something.
"Are you okay?" Kiyoshi breathed on his ass, sending shivers through Keima's freezing body. "Does it feel good?"
"Yes, yes!" Keima opened up his ass further. "Stronger." He whined a moment later, Kiyoshi's tongue and hot breaths tingling his skin. Keima squirmed in pleasure, pressing his arms against the tub.
"Shall I keep going?" Keima screamed affirmatively. "I mean do you want me to do it strong enough to make you cum?"
"Yeah, mn . . . " With that, the final assault began. Kiyoshi moaned his name on his opening, making him tremble. The wet trails, the soft tongue, the sensation. Keima was done not so long after. He fell sideways, exhausted as if he had run a kilometer, closing his eyes.
He felt Kiyoshi close the dripping water and step out, placing a soft fabric on top of him a moment later. He felt a kiss on his head. "You were hot. Didn't seem very healthy." Oh yeah, wasn't it possible for someone with a fever to get a heart attack if placed on cold water? Though this one was warm he appreciated the gesture.
Placing an unsteady foot out of the tub, he was surprised to be was so debilitated. So this was how Kiyoshi always felt after coming.
"Kei, careful." Kiyoshi grabbed him. He let himself crash on the floor under his caring hold. "Are you okay?!" His face was lifted, blanket wrapped around tighter.
In response, Keima leaned on his lover's bare chest. Warm and moist skin, a strong smell of love making. Keima chuckled.
"I'll bring you some clothes." Kiyoshi tried to stand up but Keima grabbed his hand.
"Stay. For a bit." Kiyoshi obeyed. Keima smiled. "You are beautiful, did you know that?" Kiyoshi smiled shyly, blushing. Keima pushed himself on Kiyoshi's thigs and kissed him. It was a new kind of kiss. Did they ever kiss after sex before?
"Kiyoshi, you are great. A whole cake with the ace flag and the symbol of manhood? How did you know?"
"You were glaring at me a bit," Kiyoshi replied. "I do think both parts of you are equally valid. You are a man, an amazing one regardless of your height, and asexual."
Keima wrapped his arms around Kiyoshi's neck. "That's what I'm talking about, when else have I felt this accepted but with you?" Their kiss was much longer, passionate. "Care for a round three?"
"I-I'm already hard," Kiyoshi whimpered.
"That's fine." Keima caressed his thighs and slipped a hand between them. Kiyoshi pulled away from his lips and removed the hand.
"Kei, stop, not that." he said without meeting his eyes. "That-that's enough for a day..."
"What's wrong?"
Kiyoshi looked troubled. "Just . . . recalled something, haha." Ah, shit. His boyfriend had gotten better at hiding it but today's argument was still fresh in Keima's mind. He apologized and picked up his clothes, changing in another room.
'Damn you. You are already dead, why do you have to torture him more, you sick fuck?'
He made sure to thank his boyfriend for pleasuring him. A rare enough occurrence. "It's okay. If I hadn't liked it," Kiyoshi said, "I would have stopped."
"I know but I want to thank you." Keima told him while hugging. "Do you want to see the movie while eating some cake?"
Kiyoshi nodded brightly, like he always should. "I hope it's good~"
"Of course it is," Keima said with confidence, clenching Kiyoshi's hand. "You made it."