Finding Your Sub Side (ft Keima)

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Keima's POV

"This is such a turn off." Keima's boyfriend reacted just like he thought. The brunet had a stupid grin plastered on his face.

"Um, listen to me." Keima racked his brain. "I was thinking cuz um, it could give you more control."

Kiyoshi poked his wrinkled cheek. "It looks like you want it to for yourself." Right. . . right. Keima scooted deeper into their bed. His boyfriend followed.

"I was thinking about you, how I wasn't sure I wasn't helping." Kiyoshi narrowed his eyes, confused. "I was wondering if it would help you being in control, instead of being on the receiving end." Crap, he really couldn't twist his real intentions. "You care a lot about consent, and I do respect your need. . ." Was there REALLY no way to make this sound better?! "But I don't! I. . . I really don't care about what you do to me."

The blonde was silent. "I understand. But I have never been a top. I have never seen myself in that role." His brown eyes were filled with sadness. "I don't know if I will be good."

Keima placed a hand on his pale one. "I'm being selfish. Can you entertain my fantasy?"

Kiyoshi was pensive. "I'm not really against it. I don't know if I will be good."

"It's okay! Whatever you do, I'll like it."

Kiyoshi made another dubious face. "Can we call it dub-con or no-con?" Keima nodded. His boyfriend leaned in and lowered him to the bed. Nothing happened. "Do you really don't care what I do?"

Keima wrapped an arm behind his lover. "Everything you do feels good."

Kiyoshi's POV

Kiyoshi inhaled sharply and stared deep into Keima's emerald green eyes. He meant that. He truly, definitely, undoubtedly, meant that. Kiyoshi didn't have to ask anything during their love-making. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Keima trusted him with his body. His brawny, loyal boyfriend had submitted to him.

Nevertheless, Kiyoshi asked. "Can I take off your shirt?"

The brunet grinned knowingly. "Don't have to ask twice."

Kiyoshi undressed his partner. "Pants?" Keima hummed in agreement and they were off. Kiyoshi traced Keima's side past his underwear, fingertips caressing his thick thighs. "How does it feel?"

"Pretty good. Thanks for asking." Kiyoshi could have sworn there was a drop of mockery. But before he could react, a pair of lips pressed against his cheek.

"I know I'll like everything you do. Do whatever you want. Things you like, things I do. I like everything."

Kiyoshi bore his eyes into Keima's. "Do you really not want to have any input? At all?" The brunet shook his head. Kiyoshi felt a hand on his arm pull up and down. Keima chuckled sharply, sexual desire spilling like madness. Kiyoshi felt himself get harder by the second as Keima answered his advances. The shorter man gripped his back tightly as they kissed, resisting to scratch from his clumsy grip.

'I think I'm getting horny faster,' Keima says gravely. 'I'm getting hard because of you.' What happened to that? They agreed Kei was still biologically ace. He wasn't attracted to Kiyoshi himself. But he was moaning in pleasure, in the moment. As if he were enjoying the act sexually.

Keima huffed his boyfriend's name hotly. Silently, Kiyoshi left a trails of kisses until reaching the chest. Keima's nipples were warm, hardening under his touch.

Kiyoshi's pale hands slipped under his boyfriend's dark underwear. Kneading his cheeks, Keima's breath hitched. He hugged Kiyoshi's head, softening his grip as if adjusting it. "Yoshii. . ." Kiyoshi wasn't convinced. Keima wasn't like him. Their feelings weren't the same. What is the nature of sexual attraction? And how can Kei act so similar but be completely different.

Kiyoshi's hand stopped. Pushing himself up to eye level, he leaned in for a kiss.

"Are you stopping?"

Kiyoshi smiled apologetically. "I need time to get used to it. Did you hate it?"

Keima denied immediately. "It felt good. I liked it." There was silence between them. "What about you. . .?"

"Better than what I did to you that time in the floor," Kiyoshi deadpanned. He wasn't in tune with the whole dynamic yet. It wasn't familiar but he didn't hate it. His boyfriend's submissiveness... "Did you always want this?"

Keima bit his lip, nodding in assertion.

"I'll try. I promise."