Lesson 4: Healthy Communication
Additional Tags: Non-sexual Nudity, Sensuality,
Summary: Keima shares the way he sees the world (ie. Kiyoshi).
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Keima makes a bet with Kiyoshi to spend the night naked without spiraling into sex.
Kiyoshi wondered how this happened. A night spent butt-naked with his boyfriend under a bet. Keima was competitive as his free-spirited nature but when he made the bet he sounded kinda . . . angry. Although when he first brought up the issue he was frustrated with Kiyoshi's actions. It saddened him he may have forced his partner to go to these aggressive lengths to get what he wanted. Kiyoshi should have listened more, he realized as he peeled his outfit off. Damnit, now stepping out to the living room was awkward.
Kiyoshi took a deep breath. He had accepted the bet; he couldn't chicken out now. Keima gave him a super confident grin from the sofa. Kiyoshi chuckled. Crap, it sounded empty.
"What do you want to watch?" Keima asked as he took a seat beside him. "We'll stay up for a while so if there's anything you want to rewatch let me know."
"Kei," he called, placing his hand on top of his. "Can I say something first?"
"We aren't calling out the bet," Keima said airly.
"Yes, it's not about that." Kiyoshi stared into his eyes. "I want to apologize. I pushed you to this extreme for something you wanted. I ignored your words. I'm sorry for being conceited."
The brunette lowered his head, whispering. "Thanks." Kiyoshi placed a kiss and wrapped his arms around his buff frame. "So we can watch a movie while cuddling?"
"As many as you want. I'll do my best."
Naked physical contact, Kiyoshi didn't understand the point at first. But with his boyfriend leaning against him, his body heat pecking Kiyoshi's skin, he felt a sense of intimacy they had never shared before. It was like it was the first time he had truly touched Keima's skin. Humans were truly soft. He tried focusing on the movie, but his mind was elsewhere. Was this what Keima didn't want? Would he lose the bet? Kiyoshi considered asking but he must know himself much more.
It was the softest night he had spent with Keima in a while. They were close to kissing quite a few times, laughter had been the start of a few of their intimate moments. But Keima, squeezing Kiyoshi's hand, forced them to stay in course.
"Hey, Kei."
"Yeah." There was a sliver of light from the half-closed curtains, his shadow enveloping him. Kiyoshi caressed his shoulder, arm across.
"Can I touch you? You said you wanted a sensual experience. I'm not sure what that means yet but I want to try." Kiyoshi couldn't read him.
"Sure, you'll be careful with what you do," he ordered. The movie was still playing. Now, an action flick. As soon as he trailed his thumb down Keima's arm, his libido raised. Keima glared as he let go. "Wouldn't it be easier if I showed you? Maybe I expected you understood me without saying anything. Maybe that was a mistake."
"Don't bring yourself down like that . . . It's my fault."
"No, I don't understand--no, I don't see the world the same as you. I couldn't express myself well enough for you to understand. I'm responsible too. I was selfish." He took Kiyoshi left hand and kissed it. "Let me show what I have learned." Kiyoshi expected to be pushed and ravished but Keima caressed the side of each of his long fingers. "Your fingers are longer than mine. You try to keep your nails short but you still bite them. Your hands aren't soft like a princess. You have worked hard to get here and you still pushing yourself. Both in studies and work." He touched the callus Kiyoshi has had since middle school. Studies were challenging; it was truly a proof of his effort.
"You really were watching all this time," Kiyoshi said. "Can you say more?"
Keima smiled. "I'm not going to compliment your body, Kiyoshi. I'll disappoint those dreamy eyes." He apologized. "It's fine. What next?" He stared down. "Guess tighs are out." He trailed Kiyoshi's arm to the shoulder. "Ah, this beauty mark--" he fell silent. Then, he leaned forward and planted a kiss. "I think sensual is about observing and loving the body. The first time we slept together, I learned so many I didn't know about you as I watched you sleep. The form of your muscles, the pores in your skin, the veins in your arms. I fell for you again. Maybe that's why I'm taking sports management. Looking at your body I learned how amazing it is and I wanted to know more."
It was amazing. Keima surprised him with he most insightful thoughts from time to time. "You have been thinking that since high school?"
"Yeah, I know it sounds weird." Kei laughed and looked away.
"No! It's not weird at all. Okay maybe in the way you say it but your thoughts are important!" He cupped Keima's chin. "I want to know more."
Keima chuckled. "All I know is about your body. If you want to know about sensuality, you have to look at me." There was a slight, shy blush on his cheeks. "Talking more about you it's weird." He hugged his legs and gripped his nape. Yup, uncomfortable.
"Yosh, I'll look at you."
Keima chuckled after a few seconds. "I'm not sure how much you'll learn staring in the dark."
"Ah, right! Then when can I see you?"
"I can sleep half naked for a while." Were we gonna do this until they were comfortable strolling around naked in the house?
"Um, Kei, sorry for asking this . . . what do you wanna get from this?" He thought for a while but he didn't know either.
"I have looked at your for so many years it's part of me. Guess I wanted to share it. Also, I wanted something else from physical contact. I knew not everything had to be sexual. I was uncomfortable knowing it tended to go that way, knowing it didn't have to." Certainly, he had a point. Sexual attraction and sensual attraction were different. Kei felt the latter, so his perspective of physical contact was inherently different. When they started dating, he said he would be comfortable never having sex with Kiyoshi. Ever. But there were feelings he wanted to show, most of them involving cuddling.