Lesson 8: Public Sex
Additional Tags: Angst and Fluff and Smut, Inadequate Use of Handicap Restroom Cubicle, Semi-Public Sex, Roleplay, Dom/sub dynamics, fr this time, Submissive Keima, Dominant Kiyoshi, Safewords, Spit as Lube, Anal Play, Switching, Handjobs, Sexual Inexperience, Sexual Experimentation,
Summary: Keima and Kiyoshi get frisky in a public restroom.
As they made their way out of the café, 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 on his ear, a feather touch. His everything else said desire.
Keima bit his lip, recalling his embarrassing action a few hours ago. Kiyoshi 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 his waist, not too tight. He nuzzled their noses together, the little contact to ease him into the mood without being forceful.
'Ah, he was such a great lover.'
Keima nodded and Kiyoshi pulled away, taking his hand and pulling him towards the male restroom. The mirror reflected Kiyoshi's eager and ambitious expression which surprised Keima.
They entered the biggest toilet, the one for handicapped. Keima worried if they would bother someone, but he was pulled away from the thought as Kiyoshi enveloped him in an embrace and leaned against the wall.
'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. The tone made him doubt.
"Yeah, I liked it too."
"Why did you kiss me?" Keima was more convinced his partner wanted trying to heat him up but recalling that made him react the complete opposite. His stomach churned.
"When you were watching those guys . . . doing 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 fondle 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 was non-judgmental 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. Him, an asexual.
"Does that even make sense?" He asked, not to Kiyoshi in particular.
"I read that aces don't necessarily not 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 a heartfelt thanks, Kiyoshi continued. "I had a feeling you were into it when we did it at the dorm 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 his friend. Did he just project his fantasizes to his lover?
"Ah, geez, 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 notice if it weren't for you." The next kiss was soft and loving.
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 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. They were used to either. "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?" The blond offered. "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. As if in retaliation, Kiyoshi caressed the back of Keima's thigh.
"Is there something you want to do? We can try new things now." Their relationship was very friendly to new experiences but this was rather new.
"I'm good. Doing it in a public place and being touched all over feels good. You?"
"It would be nice if your were rougher," his partner answered with a teasing grin.
"Kiyoshi, you know that's not easy." It wasn't the first time they had this discussion. "I'm scared I'll hurt you."
"A little. Like the kiss. That was great," he replied sweetly. His smile was adorable. Keima couldn't say no.
"I'll do my best." After words ceased, Keima recalled that test he did one night. It had a lot of ideas and scenarios. Maybe he could try a few.
Kiyoshi made an erotic groan of complain as Keima played with his nipples, sliding off the straps of his outfit. "Pink really suits you, Kiyoshi." Pressing his hand on his partner's growing erection, he felt his partner flinch.
"Wait, I don't want it to get dirty." Kiyoshi slipped off the outfit carefully, keeping his pearl white shirt. Half-naked Kiyoshi. That wasn't too bad of a sight. His partner struggled keeping his precious clothes on the hook; it was rather small.
"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. "Hey, can we do something?"
"Uhn, anything."
Keima didn't comment. "I want . . . I want to be the taller one." This was play and Kiyoshi still held a preference towards being shorter so there wasn't any problem. The blond sat on the closed toilet seat 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 naked, pale thigh, making his partner mewl and shiver.
Keima wrapped him in a hug and brought his lips to his ear. Ideas pilled up and he was eager to try them all. "You are already hard, Kiyoshi," he said, rubbing his partner's semi-hard length over his pink boxers. He 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. Keima brushed his lips against Kiyoshi's ear. "What should I say to . . . praise it?" He didn't want to make it sound he had a problem with it. Kiyoshi himself already did.
"Um . . . you can say something nice—Like . . . um . . . how it looks or how much you like it . . ."
Keima gave it another chance. He swallowed some words, both embarrassing and strange. His partner loved praise and being overpowered. Not a big fan of his size, yet to flatter him enough to sound genuine . . .
Thinking was never his strong suit.
"I want it . . . I want it so bad, Kiyoshi." His partner grabbed him tighter. Vague enough to work for both of them. "Look at how hard you are now, Kiyoshi. Is your precum out yet?"
"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. "Anata."
Keima's hands stopped.
"Safe word. Anata. If we are going to do this, we need it." He continued talking without waiting for a reply. "Anata, please pull down my underwear. It'll get dirty."
"Um, sorry." Keima did as asked.
Kiyoshi shook his head. "I figured we would need it someday. It's subtle."
Keima didn't know much about safe words so he felt out of place. "You are amazing." He caressed the side of his head, bringing it close to his chest. "You are amazing, Kiyoshi."
"You aren't hard at all," the blond commented, pressed against Keima's chest. He was going to say he didn't care, it was such a huge trouble to do it but Kiyoshi was teasing the band on his boxers, eager to do it. "I want you to have a good time as well, Master." Keima felt his heart skipped a beat, freezing for a moment.
Kiyoshi looked up, searching for approval. He wasn't the helpless, skinny kid anymore. He was a full-grown human who would rather not use the strength he had build for the sport he loved.
He was wonderful.
"No, young master, you first." He planted a kiss on those thin lips. "I am but a humble butler. I am here to serve."
"I want you to feel good." He traced Keima's back. "I don't care what everyone else thinks. I love you."
Keima's heart tightened. "Young master." The kiss was rough. "Me too, I love you so much. I want you to enjoy this."
He felt his partner's hand slip inside his shirt. "I want to see you cum. Do it for me," he whispered with a beg, telling him to undress. Keima did as told, taking off his underwear and placing it beside the young master who began to knead his butt cheek.
"You-young master!" He curled inside himself.
"You like this, don't you?" His other hand rubbed his crease, sending shivers across Keima's body. He couldn't do anything but agree.
"I am your loyal dog. I am here to serve only you," he confessed. He wasn't saying that for further titillation. After learning his behind was sensible, he couldn't help but compare himself with a dog. But it wasn't the first time. Keima had been loyal to his partner for over a decade, and Kiyoshi had constantly compared him to Keima's late retriever. 'Like pet, like owner,' they said.
"I know. And I'm grateful. I want to thank you." It was just like Kiyoshi to be humble even when having power over another. "Pull away a little." He kissed Keima's skin slowly so he felt each sensation. He bit his lip. "Is there something else you want?" The young master asked formally, glancing at him.
Keima tensed. "What else can I ask but what you can give me?"
"Relax, we are here to enjoy ourselves." The blond said soothingly. He obeyed, feeling his member swell. "Great, it working."
"Young master, please don't look at it." Keima felt his ears flush. His stomach was also aching. But his knees were shivering so much the pain registered as pleasure.
"But it's so beautiful." The blond's shaky breath teased his skin, gazing down at his member. Keima curled his fist, silently begging to not be taken in. "You don't like it, do you?"
"I'm ashamed to say I'm not fond of that part of my body," Keima looked away from those benevolent brown eyes.
"I like it. It's not gross at all. I don't mind if you don't like it." Err, it's not like he meant that. He meant it as a tool for arousal. He should know. Keima thanked him.
"You took that test, didn't you? What do you wish for?" The fantasy ceased for a moment as Keima recalled that arousal test they took a few days ago. Keima had found it on the internet after another intimate session at home. He was an adventurer, desiring new sexual experiences. Like this. He was also a feeler, his mind enjoying each caress as precious. Like Kiyoshi had touched him.
"You have given me everything I desire, young master." He cupped the blond's face and smiled. "I'm so happy to have someone like you." That wasn't play. He had added his partner's email to save the answers of the test. He had read it and cared enough to recall it. "Did you prepared this for me?"
"Uhn, I proposed this for you." Kiyoshi used 'anata.' instead of the usual word (kimi) for 'you.' "Are you satisfied with the current state of affairs?" Keima nodded. "Then, maybe we can do the usual for the end." He was fine with that and Kiyoshi pulled him closer, caressing the inside of his thigh. His breath hitched, legs giving out.
His knees bumped against the edge of the toilet. "Um, I'm not sure if it's big enough."
=="Wait!" Kiyoshi was about to sit on the cap. Keima took of 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 tank, holding Keima's back against the pull of gravity, knees on top.== (like a scissoring position i think)
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, on a public place, it was as if he had truly accepted every quirk of his.
Another passionate kiss. Kiyoshi heaved him closer, placing him on his knees. "This is better," he breathed out impatiently, massaging the crack of Keima's ass. He grasped over the taller boy's shoulder, melting under the touch.
"Kiyoshi . . . Kiyoshi." He tensed his whole body, nails digging into his partner's skin.
"It's okay," the blond whispered soothingly, caressing his back with his thumb. "Relax, this will feel good." Ah, now it made sense. The reason why he felt being told that would get him over the edge. Feeling aroused, leaving himself on the hands of another, and coming were scary. Kiyoshi's reassurance was all he needed. He breathed in . . . and out . . .
"AH!" Relax, relax. Keima closed his eyes and leaned on his partner's shoulder, breathing steadily as Kiyoshi's fingers circling his entrance.
"It's a little dry. Let me do something about it." Keima croaked out a stupid sound. The blond suck his middle finger with confidence and purpose Keima couldn't believe he was the same person playing bottom so many times in the hidden comfort of their homes. His eyes were slanted with a dangerous and exciting glint as someone experienced in the art of pleasuring. Groaning in approval, Keima tensed as his reliable boyfriend lubricated his sensitive spot.
A drop of pre-cum slid down his erect member, increasing Keima's arousal. He wasn't used to this so he didn't know when he was going to come.
"Let me hear your voice," Kiyoshi sighed. Keima's mind was too far gone into pleasure to understand why, mumbling his pleasure out. He tried rocking his body against Kiyoshi's teasing fingers, soon finding rhythm in their contrasting movements.
"Touch me more!" His voice wasn't his anymore. Too high pitched, too desperate, too far gone. Kiyoshi groped around his back, his other hand still working intensely. Without warning, a guttural yell popped out of Keima's throat, warm and slippery cum smearing their chest. His arms fell and the world ceased from existing. Like a newborn, Kiyoshi's warmth was everything he knew and acknowledged.
He didn't know for how long he was held. An hour, the whole night. It didn't matter one bit. Keima stared into Kiyoshi's eyes, looking for direction.
"You passed out," his partner explained with the faintest of smiles. He truly seemed like a parent. He wished his were this caring to him. Time passed before Keima remembered how to form words with his mouth.
"I love you."
Kiyoshi broke into a smile, changing his hold. His gaze had gone warmer. "I love you too."
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.
His partner chuckled like a soft whistle. "Uhm, I am."
"Let me take care of it."
"You're 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 blond pursed his lips, corners curled up at the start of a laugh. "Got it. Can we change pose first? My legs are going numb." After some struggle, Kiyoshi leaned against the tank 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. They were exciting, 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 could muster, Keima left a trail of kisses from the tip of his finger to his shoulder. Kiyoshi gasped in awe.
Time was ripe for some intimate caresses, brushing Kiyoshi's thigh as if it was an fine piece of craftsmanship. His partner shuddered, hopefully understanding 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 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 again when his partner flinched at the volume of his voice. 'Did he really have no indoor voice, god.' 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.
His partner looked so . . . calm. God, did nothing faze him anymore? There was a instant and 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. Keima also rubbed the back of his in circles neck. 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.
But he couldn't leave his boyfriend like this! Even if the toilet paper was one step way. Who built this place?!
"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.
"You usually don't hesitate," Kiyoshi commented, throwing the tissue to the bin. He slipped on his clothes without another word.
He told the blond the truth, smiling mysteriously. 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 on a cleaner place next time,' Keima noted.