Lesson 1: Sensual Intimacy
Additional Tags: Interracial Family, Non-sexual Intimacy, Nudity, No Plot/Plotless
Summary: Kiyoshi and Keima spent a relaxing moment at the former's aunt home in the U.S awaiting for their moving-in date.
Set in Fall right before starting college.
It was a peaceful afternoon. The September air was nice and cool, air conditioning making the inside of the house cozy for the Japanese boys. Kiyoshi stared at his boyfriend by his side. The young man was laying on the bed, hand under his head as he stared at the phone's screen. He scooted closer. "Can I see too?"
Keima's green eyes met his. He nodded, lowering his arm. Kiyoshi laid his head on his shoulder. Wah, he felt like a wife. Cute~.
Keima changed the video to a parkour routine and returned to his position, shuddering under his touch.
"Ki-Kiyoshi..."
"Mn," he continued caressing his chest. "What's up?" Keima set the phone away and laid on his side, gazing at Kiyoshi's brown eyes. Cupping Kiyoshi's cheek, he began to caress it with his thumb.
"Why are you hard down there?" he asked without a hint of judgement nor offense in his tone and expression.
Kiyoshi replied moving closer and dipping his arm under Keima's armpit, latching onto the back of his opposite shoulder then played with Keima's feet.
He glanced at the closed door. Their breaths lapped each other's faces. Kiyoshi closed his eyes and opened his mouth and the brunette leaned downwards to kiss.
Pulling away, their gazes connected once more. Keima traced his hand across his neck until reaching Kiyoshi's shoulder. Laying his boyfriend on his back, joining their lips once again.
Keima shot up when a knock rang through the door. Placing a hand on his racing heart, he looked at Kiyoshi who stood up and welcome the visitor. After he finished talking to his aunt, he sighed.
"You look scared."
Keima still felt the loud palpitations across his skin. "I was."
He joined Kiyoshi to the dinner table. The family was quiet friendly although both Keima and Kiyoshi could barely keep up with the English.
Kiyoshi waited for his boyfriend to finish eating. After excusing themselves, they made their way upstairs.
"You want to continue?" Keima said in their mother language, entering the bathroom.
"You don't want to?" Kiyoshi mouthed while brushing his teeth.
"It's okay." Keima took his toobrush as well. "It felt good." He couldn't help but feel embarrassed at their mirroring reflection, brushing their teeth side by side. Like . . .
"Whoops, excuse me." Keima and Kiyoshi turned to the voice from the door. The girl doubled back before either could react.
"I wonder if she likes you," Keima commented. The family didn't know Japanese so they had privacy despite the house's echo.
"What the heck?" Kiyoshi grinned.
"She was looking at you all the time. Grinning."
"That's a bad plot from a hentai. Ew. I don't like girls that much." He spit on the basin, grumbling, "I don't want to date anyone younger than me. Plus, she's in highschool and plus, I'm dating you."
Keima chuckled, brushing his upper molars while Kiyoshi rinsed his mouth. "It's always funny to see you putting me in last place."
"So you are teasing me! Mou!" Kiyoshi pouted. Keima neared the basin as Kiyoshi stepped aside, wrapping his arms around Keima's waist when the latter leaned over. "I'm head over heels in love with you~"
Keima spit. "It would be weird if your cousin came back and saw us," he notes.
Kiyoshi unwrapped his hold. "Right." Leaving the bathroom, the girl called out. Keima fazed out of the conversation. She had found out they were a couple and Kiyoshi stopped him from denying their relationship. He wasn't sure what happened after that but Kiyoshi seemed down.
He closed the door. Approaching his lover, his hand snaked towards Kiyoshi's face. "Are you okay?" He nodded slowly. "If I'm extra gentle, will you feel better?" The blond nodded meekly, a smile peeking. "Will you trust me in this one?" He blinked. "Can you leave today's on me? But tell me if you don't like something!"
"O-oh. Okay." He nodded. "I'll leave it to you."
Keima laced their fingers and stepped forward until Kiyoshi stumbled against the bed. Keima climbed up until they were to eye-level. Their kisses were slow and caring, Keima playing with that fluffy light hair.
"We can't make much noise though. I'm nervous." Keima said between pants.
"You can be slow and I'll finish myself in the bathroom. You can just touch me." Kiyoshi moaned soft as Keima kissed neck. Cupping their hands, Keima felt reassured. Caressing Kiyoshi's knuckles, he continued kissing across his neck. Kiyoshi's soft mewls were adorable. He planted a lot of love across his skin.
"Can I take your shirt off?" Keima asked, feeling both of Kiyoshi's hands.
"I consented to everything," he giggled pointedly.
"It feels wrong to not ask . . . "
"You are so kind," Kiyoshi whispered with a gentle smile. "It's okay." The shirt slipped out with ease. Kiyoshi's skin was slightly warm and so pale. God, it was beautiful. Keima traced circled around his nipple, blonde hairs mowing under his thumb. Kiyoshi shivered in pleasure, breathing out Keima's name. Caressing Kiyoshi's lean body, he pursed his lips and inhaled. Keima touched his chest and stomach, circling around his navel.
Kiyoshi whispered. "Are you having fun?" He couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah."
Eventually, Keima settled in their foreplay routine, starting with Kiyoshi's nipples. "Wait, Kei." Kiyoshi took two sharp breaths. "It feels good. But my voice will be loud." He quickly apologized and pondered over his next move. He kissed Kiyoshi's body and roamed it but after that, he was dizzy.
His lover called him. "I'm not sure. I think . . . I want to make you come." He wasn't exactly excited but the sensation overdose made him dizzy.
"This is okay. We can stop here."
"Are you okay?" Kiyoshi smiled. Keima gazed at him, sitting on his legs. "We can cuddle. I want to cuddle."
Keima obeyed. His boyfriend's skin was comfortable. It was a nice and warm hug. He relaxed. It seemed Kiyoshi liked it. That was the most important thing.