Keima's New Kink

Additional Tags: Urethral Play, Penis plugs, Dominating as an Act of Love, Rope Bondage, Sex Toys, Handcuffs, Rope, Hurt/Comfort, Soft Dom Kiyoshi, Bratty Sub Keima, Breathplay, Safewords, Dirty Talking, Switching, Post-nut Clarity Angst, Identity Issues, Low Self-esteem, Unconditional Support as aftercare,

As with any new adventure that his boyfriend cheerfully suggested, Kiyoshi's fist reaction was utter panic. 
This wasn't his first rodeo. Despite his boyfriend's hungry grin while watching the video playing on his cellphone, Kiyoshi insisted that they must do research before putting any money into an online order for a new sex toy.

Kiyoshi didn't share his boyfriend's inclination towards what he considered "extreme kinks." Keima liked to keep things "interesting" and "exciting" in bed. Moreover, Kiyoshi couldn't deny that his boyfriend's seemly crazy suggestions had deepened their relationship in matters of trust and communication.

As always, Keima pushed and Kiyoshi pulled. It was his role to consider the risks and minimize them.

So after reading endless articles on urethral play (which frustratingly made Kiyoshi hot and bothered more times than he cared to admit), they put down the order for a beginner set. Keima cheered like a horny teen who had bought his first porn magazine. It was pretty cute.

A week later, the two found themselves in their bedroom behind closed doors. Keima's hands quivered as he stared at the tapered rods with wide eyes equally excited and terrified.

Kiyoshi cupped his hand. It was freezing cold. "We can leave it at that for today."

The brunet jumped. "What? No, I can do this! I-I want you to put it in!"

His fake bravery wasn't fooling Kiyoshi. They were in this situation to inspect the goods. He wasn't sure what was going through Keima's mind. "We don't have to do anything today. I . . . I'm still a little scared of hurting you."

Those words seemed to make the fight in his boyfriend leave. It would have to be another day.

X

The first time was really scary. Absolutely terrifying. Kiyoshi's hands shook as he held the rod in his palm. His brain just couldn't comprehend why would someone want to stuff something inside their dick.

"It'll be okay, Kiyoshi," Keima said tenderly, cupping his hand. "I trust you."

Those words made Kiyoshi's breath hitch. "You trusting me doesn't mean I can trust myself with this. I don't want to hurt you. It's—I'm scared, Kei."

"That's what I trust about you. I'll say it however many times I have to. I trust your love and sense of responsibility. You won't let yourself hurt me. Believe me."

Tears ran down Kiyoshi's brown eyes. He let go of the rod and covered his eyes, sobbing. "I'm sorry. I never noticed that you were carrying such a heavy burden. It feels like I'm going to be crushed."

Keima patted his head as he always did to comfort the blond. "You're so cute, thinking about me. You're amazing, Kiyoshi."

The blonde shook his head. "No, no, I never noticed how much I was asking of you until it was too late." His breath hitched, and made an effort to wipe off his tears. "I wasn't thinking about you at all. I kept begging and begging until you felt pressured to give me what I wanted. I was a terrible partner. I . . . I'm so ashamed that it took me this long to realize it. I'm so sorry, Kei."

The brunet was smiling wryly. His breakdown was the most painful moment in his entire life. All the lies that he had built his identity on crumbled to dust. With nothing left, he was empty. This was nothing more than another step in that journey with no destination. Now, Kiyoshi listed to his crazy ideas instead of brushing them away without a second. He couldn't help but sneer at how it took them to reach such a extreme and dangerous point for Keima to advocate for himself and for Kiyoshi to listen.

Even if the pain of existing had substantially subsided, their  relationship had so much baggage that these kinds of experiences were bound to trigger something in either of them.

Keima dug his hand on Kiyoshi's silky soft hair and caressed it like a child. "Thanks for listening to my crazy ideas. I know they make you uncomfortable and you hate trying new things. It makes me happy to see you make an effort to do the things that I want try out." He took a deep breath, suppressing the prickle at the corners of his eyes. "I know how you feel in my place, so I won't ask you to do anything. I can wait, I think."

"No, I can do it," Kiyoshi said between teeth. "I can do this."

Keima smiled with the amusement of and adult witnessing a child trying to do something beyond their capabilities. With a single movement, he pushed Kiyoshi down to the bed.

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Keima whispered to his ear. "You're pushing yourself."

"So what," Kiyoshi suppressed a shiver, biting back with a helpless trembling voice. "You're working hard. I have to as well. I just need a moment."

Sometimes, Keima loved his childhood friend to the point of wanting to shake him by the collar. He took another deep and let out a deep sigh. If he said the wrong thing, Kiyoshi would blame himself for his inadequacies.

"As much as want you touch me, I'm not letting you do that today."

Kiyoshi clenched his jaw and hissed between teeth. "Why?"

Keima grinned a predatory smile. "Because you look so cute right now that I would rather eat you up."

Kiyoshi flushed, feeling the heat travel straight to his crotch. Apologizing on instinct, he covered his face with the back of his hand.

Noticing his partner's play coy, Keima let out a sharp laugh. His words were as fluffy as cotton candy, "The Kiyoshi who can dominate me is just as attractive as the Kiyoshi who begs to be fucked. I like both of them."

Kiyoshi couldn't lie to himself. Being on the bottom felt amazing. Keima teased him in all the right ways, leaving him a teary and begging mess. Equal parts ashamed and wanton for release.

The more their dynamic changed from their norm, the more Kiyoshi found little moments to make his own. Like the way Keima's muscular body wrapped in bondage rope made him lose his self-restraint, or the way his boyfriend begged to come when Kiyoshi roleplayed as a rough and mean dom that tears him down and tenderly puts him back together.

It was a kind of power Kiyoshi had rejected, the kind of power that made people believe they had the right to demean and hurt others. But in this space, with Keima's explicit request and consent, Kiyoshi felt safe in indulging in the male privilege he was given at birth and never felt worthy of. Here, he could exert power in a way that hurt the least number of people.

Keima, for his fragile mind, had a sturdy physique. His pain threshold was lower than most people. He was the kind of person who was attracted to adventure and danger. At the same time, being one of his longest friends and partner, Kiyoshi felt a duty to keep his him safe from everyone, including himself.

Being a bottom for most of his life meant he knew first-hand it required trusting the other party. Now as a top, he treasured that trust. Keima called him overlycautious but Kiyoshi knew better than to listen to his himbo of a boyfriend.

X

During the next attempt, Kiyoshi made the silly mistake to indulge his pup of a boyfriend. The wheat-colored rope highlighted his boyfriend's assets in such a way that Kiyoshi couldn't focus in his delicate work.

Keima hummed, arms tied behind him. "Are you stopping?" He whined. "It felt sooo good."

Kiyoshi felt his face flush recalling his boyfriend's dirty talk. His crotch was already painfully hard. "I can't focus," he grumbled. 

Keima glanced at his partner's erection and breathed sharply. "You can fuck me."

"I-I don't want to fuck you," Kiyoshi startled. "The ropes are too much. My hands are trembling." He added for good measure, "I don't want to hurt you."

Keima hummed in that way that seemed to say, 'I don't believe you but okay.' It miffed Kiyoshi so he spat, "it's your fault for being so hot."

"So hot in ropes that you can't ignore what your dick's telling you?" Keima bit back with a wide smile.

How did this man, tied up to his knees, could gain control of the situation with a single phrase? Kiyoshi felt his ears grow hot. "It's really hard for allo people to ignore their libido, you know?"

"Heh, weak."

Anger rose to Kiyoshi's chest. "Guess you don't want to feel what it would be like if I stuff you, don't you?"

Keima chuckled nervously. "No, please, Kiyoshi, my love, I was just joking. Did it take your mind off things?"

Kiyoshi hated to admit that banter with Keima was annoyingly effective. "Yeah but the problem is still there." He pointed at the ropes that shaped Keima's body. "I guess it's not really a problem. It's really hot but I need to focus on using the plug and your words. We can use it again when I'm . . .  another time," he corrected.

Keima stared at him with a cheeky smile that made Kiyoshi want to slap him out of sheer embarrassment. "Guess we found what's too high level for you yet."

Yet.

Keima turned his head, gesturing to his back. "But we still need something for my arms. I really can't keep them still."

"Maybe—"

"Those handcuffs would be nice," Keima sighed with longing. The twitch of his cock didn't go unnoticed. There was a pair cold steel handcuffs in the same website. Keima casually commented if they bought it, Kiyoshi could handcuff and have his way with him.

Kiyoshi didn't grace those words with a reply, imagining the cold steel reflecting the overhead light as they held his boyfriend's arms behind his broad naked back. 

That's when he knew he was becoming his boyfriend's brand of pervert. He wasn't going to give Keima the pleasure of knowing (yet).

"We can use mine for now," Kiyoshi replied, trying to sound casual. 

This tactic worked wonders. They restrained Keima's grabby hands and allowed Kiyoshi to work with little visible distractions.

"Kei, hold still."

His boyfriend was a hot mess. Sweat slicked his sturdy chest as breathy pants lapped at Kiyoshi's neck. With his attention broken, Kiyoshi locked eyes with his boyfriend.

Keima whined as his partner's slender hands left his cock. A hand lifted his chin and he met Kiyoshi's stern but caring eyes. "Kei, you're breathing through your mouth. You're not running a marathon. Take a deep breath."

He did as told and closed his mouth. His body protested as he breathed through his nose. It just couldn't hold steady. Kiyoshi wasn't touching him until he calmed down.

"Can't. You're fucking me and it feels amazing. I can't calm down." He stared at the half-inserted plug in his semi-erection. He felt like a virgin all over again, getting excited over the slightest sensation. The feeling of fullness was novel and the fact that Kiyoshi had control over his pleasure sent his brain haywire.

"What about this?" He felt a soft pair of lips cover his own. It forced his nose to do what it had to even if the air that should be tickling Kiyoshi would be unpleasant for him. It was strange and awkward but because Keima could delude himself that Kiyoshi had forced himself on him made his brain see fireworks.

He was wholly aware he was a goddamn pervert and he was grateful for Kiyoshi to accept him with few complaints. He couldn't help leaning towards the kinky side of power plays and the shameless. His boyfriend was trying so hard for him it made his heart full.

"It looks like you have calmed down. Good boy." Kiyoshi caressed his head. It was an expression Keima would die for, caring and confident. The desire to submit completely to his partner strengthened. 

He made an effort to embrace his partner but the handcuffs held his wrists together. Keima cursed, and his breath became uneven once more.

Before he struggled any further, Kiyoshi put his hands on Keima's shoulders. "Kei, mind your breath."

"Kiyoshi, please, please, fuck me," he said between breaths. With his back arched forward, he looked like a beast trying to break free.

Kiyoshi cupped his face and brought their foreheads together. "I will," he cooed, "I need you to calm down. You're strong, you wouldn't want to break my favorite pair, would you?"

Keima groaned in reply. "Guess not." He took a deep breath. "Sorry, I got carried away."

Kiyoshi caressed his cheek. "Don't be sorry. That's why we're practicing, to find these kinds of reactions."

Keima kept quiet for a moment. "Orange," he summoned their safeword for a momentary stop. "I respect you're in charge but I . . . I really want to come. I just—don't think I'll enjoy this as much unless I do, y'know. And I know you can just choose to not make me but I really really want to orgasm from this." He lifted his gaze, vulnerable and insecure. "Please, Kiyoshi."

Kiyoshi looked away, staring at the space between them. There were heavy risks involved. The plug wasn't hollow so Kiyoshi had to pull it for Keima to ejaculate. For a first time(-ish), it was risky.

"I'll do my best," he answered. "It's a little risky because this plug isn't hollow. Um, actually, I have an idea. Can I keep trying it until then?"

Tension left Keima's body like a puppet with strings cut. "Of course. I leave myself in your capable hands."

Kiyoshi become flustered from the sincerity of those words. He returned his attention to his boyfriend's erection which to his surprise hadn't wilted in the slightest. With one hand, he gently held the member while the other maneuvered the rod.

Keima laid his forehead on Kiyoshi's shoulder, leaving enough space to have a good view of his work. Kiyoshi's deft fingers carefully pushed and pulled the instrument through his cock. Keima basked in sweet jolts it sent through his body.

Regardless of his position, Keima's favorite thing about sex with Kiyoshi was the dirty talking. He just couldn't shut up the fuck up.

"Did I ever tell you how pretty you look when you focus on something?" He asked before letting out a moan. "Looking at your from here, I can't believe you're stuffing my dick. Fuck," he breathed out, pressing his forehead against his partner's neck. Kiyoshi had plunged the rod to new depths. Keima rose to the challenge and whispered on his partner's ear. "I think I'm becoming addicted. You have no idea how good this feels. I'm so happy you can finally fuck me, Kiyoshi. Even if it's not your dick inside me, I feel so full. You control the pace. You decide whether I come or not. Isn't it awesome to have control over someone's pleasure? Just imagining how you can dominate me turns me on like nothing else. Even if I can't be attracted to you, there's no one else I would let control me. You're my one and only, Kiyoshi. I love you."

"Oh my god," Kiyoshi exhaled. Kiyoshi felt like a sailor in the middle of a storm. Large waves trying to push him overboard as he tried to hold onto his self-control. He was doing his best to remain focused on the task but the pent up frustration between his legs was absolute torture.

Pulling the rod all the way to the tip of Keima's cock, Kiyoshi pumped with quick and short thrusts while massaging the foreskin.

Keima groaned into his shoulder, body shivering like a leaf. "Guess you liked that, huh?" he noted breathlessly. He scrunched his eyes as each thrust made his muscle grow slack. "Yoshii, Yoshii, it feels so good. God, fuck. Fuck me harder, please." He let out a string of moans that made him overconscious. His voice rarely sounded so high pitched and vulnerable.

Deft fingers massaged both sides of the tip of his dick, complimenting the internal pleasure. In response, his body spasmed out of control.

"Tell me when you're close," he heard Kiyoshi say through the pleasure.

The only sounds between them were the squelching and his uncontrollable moans.

Suddenly, the internal stimulation was gone. In its place, he felt another finger massage the foreskin at the underside.

His thoughts had long been obliterated, leaving only the raw sensation of pleasure. His body curled in on itself as a guttural groan tore from deep within his throat.

When he came to, the overhead light stung his eyes. He had fallen on top of the bed, body spent twitching from the afterglow. His brain felt like it was stuffed with cotton as his chest rose and lowered.

Did he just—

Before his mind could dwell further under the post-nut clarity, Kiyoshi laid down next to him. He pulled his body closer. "Want me to remove them?"

Keima wordlessly laid on his front as Kiyoshi removed the padded handcuffs. His partner observed him for a moment, then spoke. "How are you feeling?"

"Mortified," he answered, stuffing his face on the covers.

Kiyoshi blinked then took a deep breath. "Okay, let's unpack that."

"You haven't come yet." Before his partner could react, Keima climbed over him and shift downwards. "I'll help."

Kiyoshi jumped to place a firm hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Wait, it's fine, I'll finish in the bathroom."

"No, let me. I have been enough of a burden."

Kiyoshi inhaled sharply and pressed their foreheads together. "You liked it. Don't deny that to yourself. I chose to go along with it. This is a relationship of two, Kei. You are not a burden here."

Keima greeted his teeth. He lowered his forehead to Kiyoshi's shoulder as if hiding. "Why every time I enjoy myself I feel guilty?" His voice trembled. "Why does my brain says that I don't deserve it? Tell me, Kiyoshi."

The blond enveloped him in a tight hug. "In my case, when I feel like I don't deserve people's kindness, my brain makes sure I'm miserable. I wish I knew how to stop it for sure." Keima didn't quip, so he continued. "But hearing people say otherwise really helped. So I'll say it, 'you deserve to feel good during sex. And you deserve your preferences to be heard'."

"My chest hurts, Kiyoshi. Can you make feel good again? To make it go away."

Kiyoshi hummed. "Would you do it to me if our roles were reversed?" It was a rhetorical question. "Pleasure as a way of coping with pain can be addictive. As your partner, I can't let yourself get hurt like that." His tone became lighthearted. "But, um, kisses did work for me, so . . . "

He shifted his boyfriend and cupped his handsome face. The previous confidence and cheekiness was gone, replaced with the deep sadness of an abandoned puppy.

Kiyoshi really wasn't sure this was going to work. Keima's problems couldn't be kissed away. Just like a get-well chant wouldn't stop a kid from bleeding, it only served as a distraction. 

He had to believe their efforts were going somewhere. That they were changing, slowly but surely. As their lips met, Kiyoshi lifted a prayer for his boyfriend's recovery. For those thin and trembling lips to regain their footing and twist into a smile.

Until then, just as Keima supported him in the past, Kiyoshi would be right behind him no matter what.