keichi time

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I wonder what you could possibly be working on now?

[They're in Eichi's apartment, since Keito visits often enough, but somehow... Eichi isn't getting any of his attention. What is he working at? Something on his phone, or in a book? Whatever it is, Eichi doesn't care, because the fact of the matter is it's not important compared to everything else.

Eichi walks up from behind the couch with his commentary, reaching his arms forward holding some sort of silk cloth... which he then pulls back loosely over Keito's eyes. A preview!]

Should I say "guess who?" But really, it's looking as though I'll have to solve it once again. You need to be watched over more than anyone else, in a place like this.

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You are the worrywart, Keito.

[That's Eichi's defense. His face is a little flushed, from Keito trying to start touching him, from those words, from the hand over his own. He shifts that hand to intertwine their fingers, squeezing as his weight settles over Keito more. One knee on one side, the other on the opposite.

His free hand runs down Keito's chest, taking in every muscle, memorizing it, mapping it. If Keito is going to be blindfolded for this, then he wants him to feel it slowly like this, to be so drawn in that he can't take it.

He ducks down, and there, Keito can feel that Eichi is already beginning to become aroused. His length presses semi-hard against Keito's stomach and hip as his lips kiss from his jaw, to his neck, nipping, sucking. Keito might remember that Eichi had marked him there that last time— seems like he wants to again. Between hot breaths over that damp skin, he speaks.]

Today... I want to spoil myself, a little, as well. I want to feel you pressing into every inch of me until I can't go on. ♪ Sitting on top of you like this, it means that we'll go completely at my pace, so it might even drive you a bit mad. I hope so...

[afterlifecrossroad]

[ hey, at least eichi's defense this time around doesn't involve kicking him under the table. or off the bed? both aren't situations that he's exactly keen on at the moment.

and it's a pity that he's unaware of the flush on eichi's skin, human and beautiful, but what he is aware of is the way eichi entwines their fingers once again, the press of his weight settling on top of him carefully - it's difficult not to just go with the flow and just arch a little bit upwards, further up into eichi's touch, fingertips slowly warming up as he drags a line down keito's chest.

he could get used to the kissing, actually, even if there's a moment of deja vu when eichi kisses his way down the line of his jaw and back down to where his neck meets his shoulder. the faint outlines of the mostly-healed marks from the last time are still there, so when eichi nips and sucks just above the old marks, it causes keito to jolt slightly with a gasp, the feeling electric of his skin.

it's a little bit different, though, skin on skin and without a layer of clothing between them, and eichi's arousal pressed up against his own, against his hip, and while he doesn't say anything in response, he absolutely does push his hips against eichi's, letting out a low groan while his hands try to find the jut of eichi's hips. kind of hard with the blindfold, but he'll manage. ]

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[Hmm... this is nice. Like this, Keito doesn't have any retort to try and stay on top. He's just lying beneath him, letting it all happen, and eagerly so. Eichi reaches back to help those hands, taking them and resting them against skin, sliding them to his hips before he abandons them to their own devices. His hip bones are pronounced and easy to identify, especially as he grants Keito that friction with his own rocking of his hips.

He kisses harder, teeth grazing over Keito's vulnerable skin. His hand reaches off to the side, to grab something he'd dropped on the bed— lube, not that Keito would know. There's just the sound of the lid popping as he works at that with one hand.]

[afterlifecrossroad]

[ at the very least, keito appreciates that guidance, especially when he presses his thumbs into the dip of eichi's hip bones, and since he can't see, he's careful and meticulous about the way that he touches eichi, like he's mapping out the space between, the pathway up along eichi's side - skin and lean muscle and tracing the contour of his ribs where he can.

there's another noise that keito makes when eichi's teeth graze over his shoulder - while they're definitely not sharp enough to break skin, it's definitely enough to leave behind a slight sting, and his nails dig into eichi's skin where his hands have rested, a little reflexive action to go along with the tactile sensations.

he hears the sound of the lid pop, but he doesn't think too much of it for now. that can come later. ]

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You're behaving surprisingly well.

[It's a soft little tease against his shoulder, now that he's temporarily satisfied with those kisses. He's moving both hands away from Keito now, so there's only the weight of him over Keito's waist, and the sound of him messing with something (the lube).]

I was thinking of all the ways I could say "Now I'm going to punish you ♪" and the like, but you're completely silent and willing. You know, I'd like to hear your voice a little more...

[As he says that, a slicked up hand reaches back to wrap around Keito's length, stroking from base to tip, smearing it over him. He takes this chance to feel every bit of it. It's much more clear like this, without any cloth in the way. He was able to get a good look at it earlier, too. He strokes a few times, thumbing over his slit, eyes watching Keito's face for hopes of more noise, or a reaction.]

[afterlifecrossroad]

[ for someone who talks a lot, keito is remarkably quiet - living with religious parents and then the lack of privacy that comes with having roommates will do that to you - but as it is, he's at the very least relaxed enough to let out a soft chuckle at eichi's comment, eichi's breath close against slightly reddened skin. there's going to be more marks later. ]

"Surprisingly"? I think you're the only one who's not averse to punishment, Eichi.

[ not everyone is a masochist like you, ok. mild judgment here. and perhaps it's the arousal, but keito's voice is a little lower, a little rougher.

and if eichi was watching him for a reaction, he's definitely getting one. eichi can't see it, but keito's eyes widen a little underneath the blindfold and he jerks, mostly in surprise than anything else - the lube is cool against his half-hard cock, eichi's fingers closing around him and stroking and keito curses under his breath, because feeling eichi's hands on his bare skin was electrifying enough but this is a whole new level of stimulation, nothing like back in that room, and his hips push forward into eichi's hand while his own fingers press into the skin of eichi's hips, digging in hard enough to leave small crescent shaped imprints from his nails. ]

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[ Eichi may not weigh a ton, but he settles his weight down enough to keep Keito from being able to jerk too much up into the touch. It’s enough of a block to be teasing, to force the pace, and Eichi smiles with his own amusement. ]

I don’t think that’s true, Keito. I think you enjoy many of the things you’d call a punishment.

[ He strokes still, faster, though the angle makes it awkward, and so he moves, puts his weight on his knees and shifts down along him so Keito’s dick is right in front of him and he can watch as he strokes. He’s fascinated by it. He loves the shameless staring, especially while Keito can’t see, and so he pays him extra attention in how he strokes, finds the right pressure, touches every bit of him.

Ah, he’s aching to be touched, himself, but he doesn’t expect Keito to navigate any more than that grip on his hips that’s slipped away from his repositioning. He’ll just have to be patient himself to get the reward at the end. ]

You’re still giving me some cute reactions after all... Ahh, it makes me want to rush everything. [ He presses his thumb down over the tip. ] This is more difficult than I thought.