Lesson 2: Drunk Sex
Additional Tags: Friday Night, Alcohol Use, House Date, Watching Movies, Explicit Consent, Foreplay, Dorm sex, does that count as Semi-Public Sex??, Semi-Public Sex, Drunk Sex, Implied past sexual harassment, what's it called when someone get triggered by past trauma????
Summary: Set in Fall of their first year.
Kiyoshi had been thirsting over this event for the past week. After his roommate had given a quick okay to have the room by themselves, every time Kiyoshi stared at the event in his calendar on Friday night, a grin split his face.
And after a long wait, it was finally here ☆.
'God bless Fridays.' Classes were hella boring so Kiyoshi fazed out of them, finishing early for the
day. He texted Keima with a dumb grin Can't want for tonight~ ♡ and giggled.
Pocketing his phone, he slapped his cheeks. If they were going to have a good time, preparations had to be made. Kiyoshi trotted back to his room and got to work.
His side of his room was disappointingly deplorable. He didn't have much time to tide up, having early classes and training or club meetings. He was usually exhausted to do any cleaning when he returned to his dorm room. Kiyoshi made an effort to make Saturdays Laundry and Clean Up Day.
He had to have his side of the room in a decent state.
After an hour or so, Kiyoshi wiped his forehead and admired his work, bed and desk tidy. "I should buy stuff." He took his keys and slammed the door shut, walking to the nearest 7 Eleven.
"Sleepover sleepover~" he sang while strolling through the store. "It defs has to be alcohol~. It's been a while we drank." Ah, right. Kiyoshi sweat dropped. Last time they got drunk, the neighbors heard. Ugh, that was a bad time. Keima was so uncomfortable. 'I hope we aren't as loud,' Kiyoshi mentally prayed, setting the groceries on the counter.
"Oh," of course, how could he forget the condoms. "Yeah, we'll need some." However, the nearest brand had bad rep. Who would buy condoms at a convenience store? What happened to quality check?
Walking out of the store, he walked for a while until finding a drug store. Peering at the different brands, he was unconvinced. "I don't know these labels . . . and I don't see any Japanese one. I don't have Shino-san around to guide me . . . " He sighed and took out his phone.
Next thing he knew, it was sundown. "Holy shit, I spent so long looking at the reviews. Ahhhhh, I'll take this one!" Maybe it wasn't accurate to choose by opinions with people with a . . . ehem but whatever happened, it would keep both of them safe.
Kiyoshi ran back to campus until he was out of breath. There was still no message from Keima. He hadn't asked for his boyfriend's schedule so he wasn't sure if he was in class or some club.
"Brr, it's cold." Kiyoshi hugged his coat tighter, speeding up the face. The frozen air was piercing his lungs. His room was so damn far from the entrance. When Kiyoshi entered his shared room, it was dark. His roommate didn't seem to be back either. Aw.
He placed the beers in the freezer and plopped on his bed, jumping a moment later. "I should take shower," he muttered before snatching some fresh clothes and toiletries. There couldn't be any guys at this time . . . right?
Entering the communal showers, Kiyoshi sighed in relief. Phew, it was empty indeed. Kiyoshi relaxed, slipping in one of the booths. The steaming hot water eased his muscles but what wouldn't he give for a bath? This felt pretty good too. Hahhh . . .
After drying, his hair was fluffy and his skin was soft. Feeling clean was the best. He slipped in some comfy pajamas and stepped out.
The halls were livelier. Definitely a Friday night. A group of guys coming from the opposite direction were talking about a party tonight.
Kiyoshi considered. His social anxiety was better but a party . . . the sound, the music . . . so loud.
"Not yet." He mumbled. "But, Keima would have prefered that, wouldn't he?" Why is he feeling bad now? Geez, this really wasn't the time.
Keima had messaged!
Hey, Kiyoshi. I'm in my room, at what time do you wanna meet up? I'm finishing up some work I HAVE to send today. Ugh, this SUCKS.
Kiyoshi could hear his beating heart under the beeping ring of his phone.
"Keima?"
"Yeah, did you get my message?"
"Uhn. So—"
"I'm almost done. I was doing this over the week because I didn't get it. The one you were helping me with. Thanks."
"Oh, that's great." So they didn't have to cancel their plans. "That's great."
"Your roommate was here a while ago. Went with my roommate to some party."
"Oh, I wonder if it's that one." He heard a pencil tear through paper in lieu of Keima's voice. "Do you wanna go?"
"I don't know where it is. And it would be loud for you."
"Would you want to go if you knew?"
" . . . Do you want to go?"
"Do you?"
Keima chuckled through the speakers. "I had enough of wild parties in high school. I want to spend time with you. Like the old times."
"Nice and peaceful?"
"Nice and peaceful."
After agreeing on the movies to watch, Kiyoshi disconnected the call.
Puffing his cheeks, he stood up. "He refused my help. Guess I'll make myself pretty." He walked to the mirror in a corner of the room, observing his attire. What a boring gray over his tan skin. Not cute at all. Kiyoshi sighed, ruffling his hair. "If we were living together, we could match with blue and pink."
A painful hour passed till Keima was at the door. "Sorry for making you wait . . . Kiyoshi. Here, I brought some snacks. Ah—" Kiyoshi pulled him into a hug and nuzzled against his shoulder. "Ah, wait, Kiyoshi. I forgot to take a shower! I'll be right back!" He protested, pushing Kiyoshi off.
"No, stay here!" Kiyoshi released him and stared with begging eyes, caressing his lover's cheek. "I told you I wanted to be with you today. I want you."
"Yeah, but, you smell nice. I'm dirty." Keima's cheeks were slightly flushed. "I'll be back quick." He turned around, determined.
"Wait," Kiyoshi grabbed his wrist gently and loosened it before wrapping his arms around Keima's waist. He stiffened. "Let me go with you. Put on my pajamas." He nuzzled his boyfriend's head before kissing his nape. Keima shivered.
"Kiyo--are you horny?" he asked carefully.
"Yeah, I can't hold back."
"Umm . . . you can wait outside the shower . . . I guess. It can't be very different from the ones in my floor, haha. Can you lend me your soap and shampoo then?"
"Sure," Kiyoshi whispered seductively.
"Hey, um, can you get a pair of underwear from my room? I feel weird using the same ones . . . " Were Keima's last words before entering the booth. Kiyoshi obeyed; his boyfriend would definitely be disgusted if he offered his undies or going commando. Though the latter sounded extra hot.
"Don't peek!" Keima would totally say. Kiyoshi had found the undergarments. Keima could read his mind at times. He would know if he smelled it.
"Wow, I'm holding Keima's underwear. Wicked." It was hella embarrassing, walking down with the cloth in hand. Some kids were still around. Other room-parties kicking off. Kiyoshi slipped the undergarments on the side of his pants until reaching the showers.
Wicked.
"Sorry for making you go all the way to my room," Keima said, slipping in Kiyoshi's shirt. It didn't fit his masculine style but the sight was endearing. It was a big bright yellow shirt with a print.
"You are cute." Kiyoshi giggled.
"They . . . do . . . not fit, haha." He lifted the lower edge of the shirt. He walked to the mirror. "Okay, it's just long. My shoulders are as wide as ever. Saved."
"American sizes are different," Kiyoshi explained. "They aren't very form fitting either, regular shirts."
"Do you mind if I change?" Keima asked, still staring at himself. "Another set of pajamas? That way we match," he added. Thought it sounded he wanted to convince Kiyoshi instead.
His heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, I'm sure I do." He pulled out an exact same set of gray sleepwear. It looked so much better on Keima, even if the pants had to be adjusted.
Cozying up on Kiyoshi's bed, they sprawled out the snacks and beers. "You wanna get dead drunk today, don't you?" Keima snickered after accepting the can.
"It seemed like a good opportunity," Kiyoshi replied, scooting beside his boyfriend and taking sip. "Who knows when we'll have another chance."
"Thanks to your roomie. We gotta thank him . . . or something. It was uncomfortable." He played the movie and leaned on the pillow, ending the topic. Beside his partner, Kiyoshi felt that already familiar sense of comfort he missed dearly.
When the lovers had to break up because they wouldn't be able to see each other again, one had to sacrifice his way to stay in Earth to save it, Kiyoshi started sobbing. Keima's hand and smile warmed his. It was beautiful movie where loved prevailed at the end. The two males stayed together because that's were they belonged.
"It was so good." Kiyoshi sniffed, munching on a fistful of mini pretzels.
"I liked it a lot. The ships were really interesting. I'm glad they stayed together despite the troubles they were going to face."
"That's love~" He leaned against his boyfriend.
Keima nodded and sipped his beer. "How are you feeling?"
"In need for cuddles!" Kiyoshi took a big gulp and hugged his lover, rubbing their cheeks together. "I love you~"
"How many have you drank?" Keima laughed.
"Three."
"Geez."
"I can handle it!" Kiyoshi whined. "It's nuthing!"
The proximity of their breaths sparked hot desire. Kiyoshi planted a kiss on his boyfriend cheek and was ready for more.
"Wait, I haven't even finished half the can yet." Keima peered inside the tin can. Kiyoshi sighed in disappointment. "Kiyoshi . . . do you really want to have drunk sex?"
He nodded. "Mn, it's been a while. We are adults. And I want my college life to be wild..."
Keima sipped. "It's not that I'm against it. I clearly recall what you said. It's more important than what people think. I don't regret that time despite the trouble we caused."
"Is . . . there another problem then?"
Keima caressed the drink. "I don't know. The expectation . . . is pressuring. It wasn't like this in your aunt's house. It's--" he stared up. "It's an unfamiliar place. I thought I would be alright but . . . doing it in this cramped bed in this cramped building." His gaze fell on the curious blonde. "I think I'll need you to reassure me a bit." He smiled meekly.
"Of course, of course I'll reassure you, Kei." He hurried to carassed the brunette's cheek with the back of his index, leaning in. "Whatever you want, love."
He felt Keima pull away but Kiyoshi pressed on. "What was that?" Keima demanded.
"What?"
"You said something at the end. I didn't get it but it sounded... embarrassing."
"Ehhhhh..." Kiyoshi thought. "Love?"
"What?" He frowned.
"Robu."
"Oh."
"It's a term of endearment. I won't use it if you don't like it."
"Um, no, I didn't understand. That's all. Guess it's fine."
"Are you sure, love?"
"Alright maybe not. It's embarrassing." Keima lowered his head.
With another movie, both were pretty buzzed. As usual, Kiyoshi began being touchy, helping Keima ease into intimacy. Closing the laptop, they laid on their sides, gazing at each other--faces red and eyes hazy.
Their kisses were slow and intimate. They let their hands travel around around each other's torso, exploring the field.
Kiyoshi brought his hand to Keima's face, caressing his cheek. They moved for what seemed like an eternity. When a loud yell rang, the spell broke, both boys chuckling.
Keima leaned closer. "What know?"
Kiyoshi had half a working brain to maybe know what he was asking. He placed their foreheads together, staring at Keima.
"Get hot and horny with you," he teased.
"Obviously." Keima laughed. "Consent?"
"Consent." Kiyoshi chuckled.
Keima snorted. "We are so drunk though."
"Do you wanna sign a mutual agreement or something?"
"That won't mean anything if we are fucked."
"Right." Keima's loving gaze prevented him from saying more. There weren't more words to describe it.
Before he knew it, Keima's figure towered over him. Not dangerously but looming, like a curious spectator. An admirer.
Lovemaking began gentle. Kisses, touches. They made away with Kiyoshi's shirt. Keima looked worried. "What's wrong?" Kiyoshi asked tenderly.
"I don't want to hurt you . . . " Keima said with all his heart. "I don't."
Kiyoshi rose to peck his lips. "You won't. I remember the steps. I got a note too." Stretching to his laptop, the took the Post-it note and slapped it on his forehead with a grin.
Keima carefully peeled it off, placing it on his forehead. "Read it for me?"
"Step one: Lots of foreplay."
"Step two?"
"Lube that ass~ !"
Keima snorted, transforming into a laugh. "It's too rigid. I can't. I'll leave it to you to lead me." He wasn't wrong. Following his usual pattern, Kiyoshi wasn't very aroused. It took a little more than usual to feel his dick thumping. Keima was a caring and patient lover. Kiyoshi felt that with his touch.
"Hey, Kiyoshi. Even if I'm not aroused, can we do it?" Keima sounded worried.
"It might take some time but I'm sure we can do it." He brought Keima into a hug. "We have all night."
Keima eventually relaxed, returning the hug. Perhaps he had absorbed his boyfriend's nerves. Retracing their steps, the comforted each other, slowly falling into sensual intimacy.
Kiyoshi liked how he huffed Keima's name. He liked it when his voice was soft and vulnerable, not rough and masculine. It was thanks to Keima's desire to take up traditional masculinity that made him comfortable with his desire.
"You are hard," his lover said, staring down. The grey fabric made him bitter and he them tore off his legs, exposing his red underwear to his precious lover who gazed nervously at his violent action.
Kiyoshi brought him for a kiss. "Are you okay?" Keima asked. He nodded. "Were you impatient?" He nodded again. It didn't matter. Keima caressed his boyfriend's lower limbs, making his breath quicken. His thighs were particularly sensitive. His breath hitched there.
"Step two then." Keima touched his underwear with those words, staring at Kiyoshi for approval. He nodded without a word and the cloth was set aside, revealing Kiyoshi's member.
He tried to not be disgusted but he had to look away. Keima kissed his exposed neck and asked if he was okay.
"Mn, it's just . . . It's okay. You won't touch it."
"Kiyoshi, please tell me you are completely fine with what we are going to do."
"I am. Hurry. Fu . . . " Keima hugged him after he couldn't complete the sentence. Why did he had to feel this way right now? He wanted this until now. "I love you. I love you lots."
"Can I kiss you? We can start over. If you want to continue." Kiyoshi accepted. His lips were comforting, their arms wrapped around each other's bodies. "I love you too, Kiyoshi. I won't let anyone harm you again."
Shit, no. A sob escaped his lips, followed by a stream of tears. He covered his face, unable to stop them. It hurt, it hurt so much. He turned to his side, unable to stand his exposed body. He felt a blanket cover his body a moment later. His sight was smeared with tears but he felt Keima beside him, not touching him.
A long silence passed until Kiyoshi's sobs receded. He couldn't look at his boyfriend but he couldn't bring himself to apologize either.
"Do you want to leave it here?" His boyfriend asked gently, without a hint of judgement. It was kind and understanding. Kiyoshi gazed at those green eyes and kissed him.
"No, I want to finish," he said, staring deep into his boyfriend's eyes before kissing again. "Be nice. Be gentle. Make me feel good." He whispered on his boyfriend's lips.
"I will." He kissed him. "I promise. Um, step two. Who . . . "
"I will do it. You can watch." Kiyoshi grabbed the lube and condoms in a small box under his bed. "I haven't done this in a while."
"Did you . . . er, cleaned up?" Kiyoshi nodded, inserting a lubed finger and wincing. Keima flinched with concern but Kiyoshi reassured him. Turning his body face down like he was used to, he worked himself open. Thinking Keima's dick would be here in a few minutes aroused him to no end.
Keima vocally stopped him as he passionated scissored his anus, huffing his name lewdly. Kiyoshi snickered and apologized airily. "Are you done?"
"Yeah, I think I'm good."
"...Do you mind if I check?"
"I wouldn't recommend it." Kiyoshi smiled.
"Okay, that's fine." He caressed Kiyoshi's face. "Back or front?" he asked timidly.
Kiyoshi pondered. "Front. It's hotter." Keima nodded, a hint of nervousness on his expression. The brunette set himself on top of Kiyoshi, not quite into it. "Don't forget the condom." He extended the packet with a smile. "Play safe."
Keima quietly tore it open and rolled the condom down his dick. He had his top on. Kiyoshi wondered if there was a reason to it, if he was the reason. But Keima laced their hands tightly. Kiyoshi asked for a kiss.
"You'll be just fine, babe. I know my limits." His boyfriend nodded, placing his pillow under Kiyoshi's back before staring at him and kissing him deeply.
Lifting his legs, Keima entered slowly. Kiyoshi clenched at the unusual sensation. Keima stiffened a groan. He apologized and relaxed with a deep breath.
Seeing his face calmed him down. Keima was nervous, hesitant, and concerned. But their hands were a sign they were connected, supporting each other. His boyfriend made sure he was comfortable. "Kei, can you take off your shirt? I want us to expose everything to each other." His boyfriend didn't hesitate, showing his gorgeous muscled body. He was so hot. Kiyoshi felt himself getting harder.
"I'm all the way in." Keima said between huffs. His ass felt tight but warm. They were finally joined. He hoped he looked as happy as Keima did, mixed with nervous concern. It was a face he rarely saw. Keima squeezed their hands and tried to lean in for a kiss. Kiyoshi did likewise, trying to not break their connection. It was hardly successful. He saw the frustration in his boyfriend's eyes. "Give me another one." He gestured to the beers beside them. Kiyoshi wanted to feed him but it was futile. Keima took a big gulp and carefully placed the can away then caressed Kiyoshi's outer thighs.
"I'm so buzzed but make me stop if you don't like it." Keima was wobbly, trying to steady himself, hands on Kiyoshi's raised thighs. He doubled over and asked if he could move. Kiyoshi nodded.
"Kei, hands." Kiyoshi stretched this palms for Kei to grab back. He did and laid his forehead on Kiyoshi's chest, huffing. Before Kiyoshi thought Keima needed a nudge, he started moving and ohhhh how good it felt (and weird). Nice and slow.
Kei mewled as he retracted, pressing forward. Kiyoshi felt it all. And it was delicious. The alcohol definitely dulled his sense enough to enjoy fucking in its rawest pleasure. Keima's hips continued in a steady rhythm that made Kiyoshi blackout for a moment.
"Kei . . . wait. Um . . . " There was something he wanted, something he liked a lot. What did he want to ask Keima? "More . . . deeper . . . " His lover acknowledged, going all the way in. It felt good but not explosive. Maybe he couldn't reach. But Kiyoshi didn't really care as Keima sped up a little.
Their pants and wet sounds filled the room. Keima thrusted fast and deep with Kiyoshi's approval. Both were in ecstasy. Kiyoshi's ass filled with Keima's dick.
A loud mewled escaped his lips as Keima caressed a soft spot. "K-Kei . . . I'm coming . . . Ah, ah!" His thighs were so sensitive to his touches. He couldn't stop shaking. "Kei . . . Kei!" With a violent flinch, semen shot from his member, smearing Keima's well-formed chest.
Yet his hole continued to be rammed. Kiyoshi screamed in pleasure, feeling something warm at the tip of the condom. Keima tried to keep himself steady, shaky fingers on Kiyoshi's stomach.
After a few moments, he pulled out and fell to the side. "It felt soooo good," Keima said, covering his face with his arms. Kiyoshi noticed his cum on his boyfriend's chest but it took him a moment to point it out.
"I'll get a towel."
"Wait, don't go." Keima put an arm on Kiyoshi's. "Stay for a while."
"But . . . the come." It was so visible. "Doesn't it smell ummm . . . weird?"
He saw Keima's sniff. "You are right." Kiyoshi returned as fast as possible and cleaned his chest. Keima took off the condom and threw it in the small bin under Kiyoshi's desk.
Now they could cuddle. And they did, comfortable under the covers until both succumbed to sleep and alcohol.