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[Aak traces his fingertips along the inside of the thigh, thinking about the wide muscle beneath the skin. The little paths he could appreciate because of his knowledge. As muscle gives way to tendon, it's time for Aak to roll off to the other side of the bed to go secure Keita's other hand.]
[There's still something strangely novel about his promises being anticipated... positively. It's good, it's a good thing, he's just gotten so used to thriving off of people's complaining and dread. Keita's acceptance and invitations are a change.]
S'more fun to be eager anyways. [his tail flicks as he tugs to make sure the next handcuff was there. He says that but a bit of his energy is more focused on getting all the pieces together. He wasn't as prepared to do all these ties and cuffs as he was, say, to do a surgery.]
[It's only after he's got the legs secure that he grabs the blindfold. For some people, being forced to watch would be part of the pleasure. Keita is so accepting of it, though, that Aak doesn't even consider it. He wasn't going to get any twisted expressions of trying to hide how pleasurable it was- and he wouldn't need the proof of their own hard-on in front of them. Even without the future sight angle he gets why being blindfolded would be better.]
[Perching now by the head of the bed, he does pause to brush his fingers through Keita's hair. He wouldn't ruin his clothes and he doesn't want his hair to get stuck in an unsexy position from the blindfold going over. Priorities.]
Thanks for waitin'~ [as if it were a briefly delayed date instead of a tying up.]
[ Even just the drag of Aak's fingertips along Keita's skin is enough to make the muscle of his thigh twitch slightly, an almost ticklish sensation and yet surprisingly arousing. Just as Aak is surprised by Keita's anticipation, so too is Keita surprised by Aak's enthusiasm—but the weight of Aak's stare and his touch is pleasant, too, leaving Keita even more aware of himself.
He stretches out where he's guided, allowing both wrists and both ankles to be bound however Aak wants them, and when it comes time for the blindfold Keita tips his head back against the pillow to let Aak do what he likes. The brief pause to brush through Keita's hair makes him smile slightly, a small gesture but an appreciated one, and then the world vanishes behind fabric and Keita shivers at the strangeness of his immediate future-memories all going black. ]
My pleasure. [ Evidently. He's grown even harder in the interim, although not quite fully there. ] I don't know what I'd expected, but the restraints are surprisingly comfortable.
[Aak's pleasant, somewhat probing stare is finally blocked by the blindfold. There's a certain atmosphere of performance that starts to relax. The younger Feline always considered himself honest in his actions and reactions but with one sense gone he might as well focus on the ones that remained. His smile isn't to tease or intimidate. It's simply because he's in a good mood.]
Not everyone into this stuff's into getting roughed up, I guess. [and even as someone who's gotten a rush from inflicting pain, he wouldn't want to do it through shitty restraints. The intention was every bit as important as the act.]
You wanted to go a while anyways so good for you! [his voice moves around the room as he shifts off the bed and assures the location of his toys. There was an entire canvas of eager person for him to work with. There's the faint sound of somethings being tossed onto the free spaces of the bed, no sound distinct enough to pin down their identity. When the weight of Aak makes the mattress dip it's on his left-hand side, with no immediate conversation to give away what's running through his head.]
[There is the briefest press of room temperature plastic against a nipple before,]
And here. [The vibrating toy starts to buzz against the skin. In Aak's eyes, going for the erection was too obvious. He wanted to see things build before he went for anything major.]
That's true. I don't mind roughness, as I've said, but I prefer it to be intentional.
[ That is, if Aak is going to bite or scratch or hurt him in other ways Keita would rather it be Aak to do it, instead of leaving welts on his wrists just from thrashing around in the restraints. And, indeed, given their intention to test Keita's stamina tonight, he thinks the comfort of the cuffs will be very much appreciated.
Breathing softly and very aware of each sound he hears, Keita tries to track Aak's movement around the room. A shift of fabric here, a footfall there—Keita can't determine exactly what he's doing, but the longer his vision is blocked, the more easily Keita seems able to use his hearing to at least understand Aak's general location. And when the mattress dips as Aak sits, Keita gives himself a mental check mark for having guessed correctly.
There's a press of something cool and hard against his skin, and then moments later, Keita jumps as a motor buzzes to life within the casing of the little toy. ]
Oh, [ he half-gasps, a shudder of sensation running through him. Keita's chest is sensitive—not as sensitive as some other places on his body, but certainly sensitive enough that such direct, sustained stimulation is enough to make him shift a little, his breath hitching and his cock twitching slightly against his lower belly. He arches his back on instinct, as if trying to press into the sensation. ] Oh, that's very... mm...
[A gold star for Keita's mental map of the room and Aak's position!]
[There are plenty of places for Aak's eyes to wander. He may miss the visibility of his subject's eyes but he can still clean a lot from the curve of the lips, when they part in pleasure, and any flush of blood in the skin. Looking too long at the face, though, then he misses out on the eager erection. At least a long night promises plenty of time for both.]
Mmhm? [Aak tilts his head, another small shift as he moves his weight. There's a brush of short fur against the far side of Keita's body and the weight of a hand pressing down on the bed. The toy continues to be rolled over his nipple, the most distinct feeling compared to the hand on the other side or the fact he may be leaning over the older man.]
Use your words, huh? While you still can, [he teases.]
[ Being so chided makes Keita laugh quietly, although the sound stutters when the rise and fall of his chest makes the toy shift and sends a fresh jolt of pleasure through his body. ]
I think I told you, [ Keita manages, relatively steady although his voice does waver in places. ] I don't have much experience with... toys.
[ He pauses to draw a breath, then exhales slowly, ending on a low moan as heat flushes through him. If this is how toys feel, well, Keita is beginning to understand why people seem so enthusiastic about them in this place. ]
But it feels good... it feels—warm, a little. And tingling.
[ To say nothing of the little twitches of stronger pleasure that keep running through him, but surely Aak can see those on his own. ]
[Hearing the laugh interrupted sends a little shiver down Aak's spine. It's encouraging. While he would enjoy a person getting angry at him or snapping for doing something to try and get those moans or staccato breaths, there also something soothing about just continuing. He's doing a good job if he causes more sensation and he'll have done a good job if he reduces Keita to incoherence.]
You should try 'em more often! [Aak says with an eager edge to his tone.]
Sure, sometimes a human touch is better, but, [heh,] two good things that go good together, you know?
[That phrase should be a clue that he intends to touch Keita somewhere- a combination of the stimulation of the toy and something he can uniquely bring. Where, exactly, is only uncovered little movement by movement. The mattress shifts, Keita can feel Aak's torso brush against his and then the other nipple is subjected to a wet and rough tongue rolling over it.]
[So, the toy is rolled on one side while Aak laps at the other. The mass of sensation there with little additional details of the Feline's fur, his breath, the small creaks of the bed, all happening at once.]
[ It's not likely that Keita will get angry. Impatient, almost certainly, but one thing he knows by now is that there's pleasure in the delay, in being pushed to his limits and then past them, so while he will almost certainly (eventually) try to urge Aak on, he has no expectation that Aak will listen—and indeed, he'll enjoy it more if Aak doesn't.
For now, what Aak gets is another amused exhale and then a sharper inhale as the vibrator rolls over the stiff peak of his nipple once more. ]
This is doing, mmh, quite a bit to—to convince me I should explore...
[ The thought trails off as Keita's attention is distracted by the shift of movement. In the dark like this he can't see the way Aak moves, but his future-memories provide him with a burst of sensation only instants before it comes, the rough rasp of a feline tongue over his other nipple, equally sensitive if not more so.
It earns another moan, make Keita's legs shift helplessly on the bed. It stings a little, the roughness—and that sting only turns him on more, makes his back arch into the sensation and coaxes him that last little bit to full hardness, his cock lying heavy against his hip. Each breath he draws hitches a little, embarrassingly aroused, and Keita bites down on his lower lip like that might save him from himself. ]
[Aak flicks his tongue around, alternating the rough side with the smooth edges. His eyes light up with every response he draws from Keita's lips. When the older man bites down on his lower lip, he presses the toy more firmly down so the vibrations take on a different, more forceful edge.]
[He pulls back, shifting to glance at the the rest of the body he had for a canvas.]
Well, look at that... you can't, obviously, [There's something quite satisfying about seeing that erection and knowing Keita was only going to get attention when he decided it. There's the impulse to start playing with it immediately. He holds himself back but pauses to enjoy the sight, at least. A nice moment of staring while still holding the toy against one nipple.]
I need more hands! Or some tape or something. [the vibe is cautiously balanced- it won't last through a single arch of Keita's back but it's time to move over and pick up another of the assembled toys.]
[ The intensifying pressure behind the vibrator is Keita's first indication of Aak's more forceful tendencies, a new and interesting angle to a young man who Keita has only ever known to be playful, albeit not exactly polite. The shifting perception is attractive, in a way, and serves to increase Keita's anticipation for whatever is to come.
He indeed can't look at himself at all, but he can imagine himself the way Aak must see him: naked and hard, sweat beginning to bead on his skin, likely flushed with arousal. It's not often that Keita considers his own naked body, but there's enough of a tone of approval in Aak's voice that he can only assume Aak must see something he enjoys.
Or perhaps it's just the allure of having someone completely at his mercy, subject to his whims. ]
Perhaps you'll need to be creative.
[ But because Keita can also tell that it's only his own stillness that keeps the vibrator balanced against his chest, he does his best to stay still for now. Without the pressure of Aak's hand, the sensation of the vibrations is very different—more teasing, butterfly-light against his sensitive chest, and it does admittedly make it difficult not to squirm... ]
[As Keita's view of Aak evolves, so does Aak's view of Keita. Whoever was in charge didn't bring people who were unattractive. There was a range, though, and taking Keita from an older, comforting kind of figure into the "toy" category was something that make Aak shiver with the excitement of it. The kind of person he wouldn't have considered before all the time in Golden Peacock but here, truly, everyone could become a wonderful sexual object. Combine that with the fact he actually seemed to enjoy the rougher treatment, to be excited by the idea of what may happen next, it's quite freeing for Aak.]
[He retrieves one of the toys. Keita will be left in the dark while Aak feels out some of the finer details. Something with a silicon texture will touch against his erection. Hm, nope, that won't work that way. Another little bounce of adjustment and when it touches again there will be the slowly-warming sensation of a lubricant.]
Hmhmhm~ [his humming joins the low sound of buzzing from the vibrator as it becomes clear he's sliding something lubricated over the other man's cockhead, stretching the silicon to fit snugly around the circumference.]
We can't have this going off early. [he insists, sliding the cock ring down along the shaft so it can rest snugly at the base.]
[ As thoroughly distracted as he is both by the vibrator and by the novelty of having his eyesight so restricted, Keita doesn't immediately parse the cockring for what it is—it's not until Aak has begun to roll it down over his shaft that he finally understands, and the realization then prompts a low moan when Aak's touch reaches the base of his cock. It's tight, but not uncomfortable. Just enough pressure to let Keita know that he won't be able to come until Aak lets him, no matter how badly he might want it.
It is thrilling, to be under someone else's control this way. It makes Keita's heart rate kick up a little, his breath coming quicker as he listens for any additional rustling or sounds that might give him a clue as to what Aak has in store. ]
No, indeed, [ Keita agrees, ] that would disappoint us both.
[ By now he's achingly hard, his cock beginning to bead precum where it lays against his belly. With a slight shift, Keita spreads his thighs wider, a halfhearted attempt to grant himself some relief. ]
[For the moment, Aak stays perched where he is. Perhaps he's simply admiring his work. The control and the withholding of release is heartpounding. As fun as it would be to see the older man blow his load, this way they could play for much longer. And when it did happen it would be that much more satisfying.]
[As Aak admires for a moment, the excess lubricant used on the ring drips down. Keita shifts and a cooler droplet of lube slides down and directs his attention next.]
[Like, his fingers are slick anyways.]
[Is this relief? No, it's a finger gently pressing at his entrance. Aak goes for a direct approach so he doesn't give the other any hints by grabbing another toy. He can start with just his fingers before picking something with a bit more girth on it. He doesn't usually bother with his fingers much, so there's an appreciative whistle as he pushes against the ring of muscle present there.]
How often are you doin' this sort of thing? You like bein' on the receiving end?
[These would normally be taunting questions. He has a feeling keita might just answer, though. It was still exciting enough to talk shop about their sexual encounters and treat positional preferences as casual as liking chocolate versus vanilla.]
[ Although Keita's sure that the moment of stillness only lasts a few seconds, with his hands restrained and his vision blocked it feels like much, much longer—enough so that he jolts when Aak's fingers press to his entrance and slip inside, although the jolt is one of surprise and pleasure rather than genuine alarm.
He also senses, perhaps, that there's a relationship between the activities of Aak's fingers and the question he's asking, because Keita does do this often and is, consequently, rather easy to prepare. ]
I—mmh. Rather frequently, I suppose. [ He draws in a breath, exhales it slowly. His body relaxes in increments around Aak's fingers. ] I've learned that I do enjoy being on the giving end as well, but... my preference is for receiving, yes.
[ He's a good top, when he sets his mind to it! But logistically it can be difficult to be a 5'4" top in a resort where so many of the men are freaking tall. And since Keita naturally does prefer bottoming, it tends to work out one way or another. ]
[Aak curls his finger a bit, stopping to play as he works his fingers deeper. With many repeat partners he's starting to get a grasp for what experience feels like and what a lack feels like.]
Ohh, good for you, learning [the Feline praises his dalliances with topping in a way that sounds sarcastic. Really, though, having and knowing a preference was impressive enough for some people. He would understand the struggle to get a chance. He's only about an inch shy of Keita's height and, if not for his enthusiasm, aggression, and stubbornness would definitely be shoved in the bottom box.]
[Wasn't it fun to take down someone bigger, anyways?]
I prefer to be on top but I got a few people I'll do a favor for. [A harmless white lie]
This looks good on you, though. [He leans forward to stroke Keita's inner thigh, punctuating the statement with another pointed curl of his fingers inside.] Suits you, I guess!
[ Although the praise does sound sarcastic, Keita doesn't take it personally. In fact, he leans into it by offering an additional piece of information for Aak's amusement: ]
It was quite a lesson, considering that I arrived to this place as a virgin. [ A thirty-nine year old virgin at that, although Keita isn't sure Aak actually knows his age. Surely at the very least he can guess that Keita is older than many in this place. ] I started from a c—considerably lower baseline than others.
[ The stretch of Aak's fingers inside him is pleasurable even with the slight sting of it, and Keita shifts in response, his lips parting on heavier breaths as his body responds to the attention. ]
Thank you, I think. [ Is "you look like a bottom" a compliment? ] I'm confident I could say the same about you being on top.
[That information does get a delighted little look, one that Keita doesn't even have the pleasure of seeing. He might notice a little increase in the pressure of Aak's finger but otherwise he has to wait until the voice rings out,]
Damn! And you seem like such an upright guy- well, horizontal guy right now.
[and then he laughs at his own joke. When he says "upright" he doesn't mean moral- it would make sense for an overly moral person to still be a virgin late in life. Instead, the idea that there must have been someone who was interested. Perhaps life got in the way of it all. That's part of why Aak came here with no practical experience, just 21 years younger.]
And now you're tied up, blindfolded, and lettin' a former criminal do anything they want to ya'.
[Aak pulls back his fingers with a satisfied hum. Keita's admission only encouraged him to keep up his naughtiness. There's the bounce of him pressing himself up off the bed to go get another tool to use.]
[ Life does indeed have a tendency to get in the way. In Keita's case, he'd been in love with the same man for a decade, had picked himself up out of Japan and moved himself to England for that man, only for that man to marry himself off to a woman. Oh, well. It's not as though Keita hadn't known it would be a possibility, and Thaniel's happiness meant more to him than anything else—but it did somewhat quash Keita's desire to find anyone else to have sex with.
And then he'd died and the whole thing was moot anyway. ]
Indeed I am. How times change, [ Keita says, although the last consonant catches in his throat and blurs out into a soft gasp as Aak's fingers slip out of him. It's clear from the bounce of the mattress that Aak is off to find another implement with which to torment Keita, but for the time being Keita doesn't bother looking into the future to figure out which one.
It might be a bit of a stretch to say he trusts Aak, when they don't know each other very well yet, but at the very least Keita knows that his goals and Aak's are aligned right now, and that's certainly enough to put Keita at ease. ]
[Aak can't imagine loving anyone for years and years. A part of it is his own youth, ten years seeming like an infinitely long time. He prefers to imagine a world in which something else drew him away from sexual dalliances. It costs him nothing, after all, to just make up his own answers. Right now he wanted to understand the other's body, not their mind or heart.]
[There is a pause with no information for Keita to take in. Aak's footsteps were so quiet that unless he made a point of it the buzz from the vibrator would mask it. It's not like he wanted to be distrusted. Keita's mental assertion is right. Still, there's a moment he maybe feels a bit lost in the lack of suspicion- like, c'mon, he's a criminal, he's not a good guy-]
[Anyways, a shake of the head to dismiss that thought. Something is grabbed and he returns to the bed with the little bounce Keita is getting used to.]
Got something bigger for ya'. [He smiles, waggling the mystery object in his hand. Truly, he cannot just ignore the visual presentation of it all even with his target blindfolded.]
Maybe not as big as you really want, I dunno. [He starts to tease Keita's opening with the cucumber.]
[ Those catlike reflexes, Keita supposes. He honestly hasn't given that much thought to the ways that Aak is more catlike or more human-like (or, "human"-like, in the sense of humans from Keita's own world), but the relative silence of his footsteps as he moves through the rooms is interesting. It means that Keita can't track his movements with any of his senses, which is odd and disorienting for a moment until he feels the tell-tale bounce of the mattress that means Aak has returned. ]
Do you? [ Keita asks, amused by what he assumes is a demonstration of the toy(?) in question, even though he can't see it.
The toy, of course, turns out rather immediately not to be a toy at all. At first, as the thick object presses against his hole, Keita thinks it must be a dildo of some kind, but the surface is strangely textured, and it's much cooler than Keita can imagine a silicone cock being.
He shifts slightly nonetheless, opening his thighs in allowance, encouraging Aak on before he gets around to asking, ] What is it?
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[There's still something strangely novel about his promises being anticipated... positively. It's good, it's a good thing, he's just gotten so used to thriving off of people's complaining and dread. Keita's acceptance and invitations are a change.]
S'more fun to be eager anyways. [his tail flicks as he tugs to make sure the next handcuff was there. He says that but a bit of his energy is more focused on getting all the pieces together. He wasn't as prepared to do all these ties and cuffs as he was, say, to do a surgery.]
[It's only after he's got the legs secure that he grabs the blindfold. For some people, being forced to watch would be part of the pleasure. Keita is so accepting of it, though, that Aak doesn't even consider it. He wasn't going to get any twisted expressions of trying to hide how pleasurable it was- and he wouldn't need the proof of their own hard-on in front of them. Even without the future sight angle he gets why being blindfolded would be better.]
[Perching now by the head of the bed, he does pause to brush his fingers through Keita's hair. He wouldn't ruin his clothes and he doesn't want his hair to get stuck in an unsexy position from the blindfold going over. Priorities.]
Thanks for waitin'~ [as if it were a briefly delayed date instead of a tying up.]
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[ Even just the drag of Aak's fingertips along Keita's skin is enough to make the muscle of his thigh twitch slightly, an almost ticklish sensation and yet surprisingly arousing. Just as Aak is surprised by Keita's anticipation, so too is Keita surprised by Aak's enthusiasm—but the weight of Aak's stare and his touch is pleasant, too, leaving Keita even more aware of himself.
He stretches out where he's guided, allowing both wrists and both ankles to be bound however Aak wants them, and when it comes time for the blindfold Keita tips his head back against the pillow to let Aak do what he likes. The brief pause to brush through Keita's hair makes him smile slightly, a small gesture but an appreciated one, and then the world vanishes behind fabric and Keita shivers at the strangeness of his immediate future-memories all going black. ]
My pleasure. [ Evidently. He's grown even harder in the interim, although not quite fully there. ] I don't know what I'd expected, but the restraints are surprisingly comfortable.
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Not everyone into this stuff's into getting roughed up, I guess. [and even as someone who's gotten a rush from inflicting pain, he wouldn't want to do it through shitty restraints. The intention was every bit as important as the act.]
You wanted to go a while anyways so good for you! [his voice moves around the room as he shifts off the bed and assures the location of his toys. There was an entire canvas of eager person for him to work with. There's the faint sound of somethings being tossed onto the free spaces of the bed, no sound distinct enough to pin down their identity. When the weight of Aak makes the mattress dip it's on his left-hand side, with no immediate conversation to give away what's running through his head.]
[There is the briefest press of room temperature plastic against a nipple before,]
And here. [The vibrating toy starts to buzz against the skin. In Aak's eyes, going for the erection was too obvious. He wanted to see things build before he went for anything major.]
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[ That is, if Aak is going to bite or scratch or hurt him in other ways Keita would rather it be Aak to do it, instead of leaving welts on his wrists just from thrashing around in the restraints. And, indeed, given their intention to test Keita's stamina tonight, he thinks the comfort of the cuffs will be very much appreciated.
Breathing softly and very aware of each sound he hears, Keita tries to track Aak's movement around the room. A shift of fabric here, a footfall there—Keita can't determine exactly what he's doing, but the longer his vision is blocked, the more easily Keita seems able to use his hearing to at least understand Aak's general location. And when the mattress dips as Aak sits, Keita gives himself a mental check mark for having guessed correctly.
There's a press of something cool and hard against his skin, and then moments later, Keita jumps as a motor buzzes to life within the casing of the little toy. ]
Oh, [ he half-gasps, a shudder of sensation running through him. Keita's chest is sensitive—not as sensitive as some other places on his body, but certainly sensitive enough that such direct, sustained stimulation is enough to make him shift a little, his breath hitching and his cock twitching slightly against his lower belly. He arches his back on instinct, as if trying to press into the sensation. ] Oh, that's very... mm...
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[There are plenty of places for Aak's eyes to wander. He may miss the visibility of his subject's eyes but he can still clean a lot from the curve of the lips, when they part in pleasure, and any flush of blood in the skin. Looking too long at the face, though, then he misses out on the eager erection. At least a long night promises plenty of time for both.]
Mmhm? [Aak tilts his head, another small shift as he moves his weight. There's a brush of short fur against the far side of Keita's body and the weight of a hand pressing down on the bed. The toy continues to be rolled over his nipple, the most distinct feeling compared to the hand on the other side or the fact he may be leaning over the older man.]
Use your words, huh? While you still can, [he teases.]
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I think I told you, [ Keita manages, relatively steady although his voice does waver in places. ] I don't have much experience with... toys.
[ He pauses to draw a breath, then exhales slowly, ending on a low moan as heat flushes through him. If this is how toys feel, well, Keita is beginning to understand why people seem so enthusiastic about them in this place. ]
But it feels good... it feels—warm, a little. And tingling.
[ To say nothing of the little twitches of stronger pleasure that keep running through him, but surely Aak can see those on his own. ]
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You should try 'em more often! [Aak says with an eager edge to his tone.]
Sure, sometimes a human touch is better, but, [heh,] two good things that go good together, you know?
[That phrase should be a clue that he intends to touch Keita somewhere- a combination of the stimulation of the toy and something he can uniquely bring. Where, exactly, is only uncovered little movement by movement. The mattress shifts, Keita can feel Aak's torso brush against his and then the other nipple is subjected to a wet and rough tongue rolling over it.]
[So, the toy is rolled on one side while Aak laps at the other. The mass of sensation there with little additional details of the Feline's fur, his breath, the small creaks of the bed, all happening at once.]
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For now, what Aak gets is another amused exhale and then a sharper inhale as the vibrator rolls over the stiff peak of his nipple once more. ]
This is doing, mmh, quite a bit to—to convince me I should explore...
[ The thought trails off as Keita's attention is distracted by the shift of movement. In the dark like this he can't see the way Aak moves, but his future-memories provide him with a burst of sensation only instants before it comes, the rough rasp of a feline tongue over his other nipple, equally sensitive if not more so.
It earns another moan, make Keita's legs shift helplessly on the bed. It stings a little, the roughness—and that sting only turns him on more, makes his back arch into the sensation and coaxes him that last little bit to full hardness, his cock lying heavy against his hip. Each breath he draws hitches a little, embarrassingly aroused, and Keita bites down on his lower lip like that might save him from himself. ]
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[He pulls back, shifting to glance at the the rest of the body he had for a canvas.]
Well, look at that... you can't, obviously, [There's something quite satisfying about seeing that erection and knowing Keita was only going to get attention when he decided it. There's the impulse to start playing with it immediately. He holds himself back but pauses to enjoy the sight, at least. A nice moment of staring while still holding the toy against one nipple.]
I need more hands! Or some tape or something. [the vibe is cautiously balanced- it won't last through a single arch of Keita's back but it's time to move over and pick up another of the assembled toys.]
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He indeed can't look at himself at all, but he can imagine himself the way Aak must see him: naked and hard, sweat beginning to bead on his skin, likely flushed with arousal. It's not often that Keita considers his own naked body, but there's enough of a tone of approval in Aak's voice that he can only assume Aak must see something he enjoys.
Or perhaps it's just the allure of having someone completely at his mercy, subject to his whims. ]
Perhaps you'll need to be creative.
[ But because Keita can also tell that it's only his own stillness that keeps the vibrator balanced against his chest, he does his best to stay still for now. Without the pressure of Aak's hand, the sensation of the vibrations is very different—more teasing, butterfly-light against his sensitive chest, and it does admittedly make it difficult not to squirm... ]
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[He retrieves one of the toys. Keita will be left in the dark while Aak feels out some of the finer details. Something with a silicon texture will touch against his erection. Hm, nope, that won't work that way. Another little bounce of adjustment and when it touches again there will be the slowly-warming sensation of a lubricant.]
Hmhmhm~ [his humming joins the low sound of buzzing from the vibrator as it becomes clear he's sliding something lubricated over the other man's cockhead, stretching the silicon to fit snugly around the circumference.]
We can't have this going off early. [he insists, sliding the cock ring down along the shaft so it can rest snugly at the base.]
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It is thrilling, to be under someone else's control this way. It makes Keita's heart rate kick up a little, his breath coming quicker as he listens for any additional rustling or sounds that might give him a clue as to what Aak has in store. ]
No, indeed, [ Keita agrees, ] that would disappoint us both.
[ By now he's achingly hard, his cock beginning to bead precum where it lays against his belly. With a slight shift, Keita spreads his thighs wider, a halfhearted attempt to grant himself some relief. ]
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[As Aak admires for a moment, the excess lubricant used on the ring drips down. Keita shifts and a cooler droplet of lube slides down and directs his attention next.]
[Like, his fingers are slick anyways.]
[Is this relief? No, it's a finger gently pressing at his entrance. Aak goes for a direct approach so he doesn't give the other any hints by grabbing another toy. He can start with just his fingers before picking something with a bit more girth on it. He doesn't usually bother with his fingers much, so there's an appreciative whistle as he pushes against the ring of muscle present there.]
How often are you doin' this sort of thing? You like bein' on the receiving end?
[These would normally be taunting questions. He has a feeling keita might just answer, though. It was still exciting enough to talk shop about their sexual encounters and treat positional preferences as casual as liking chocolate versus vanilla.]
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He also senses, perhaps, that there's a relationship between the activities of Aak's fingers and the question he's asking, because Keita does do this often and is, consequently, rather easy to prepare. ]
I—mmh. Rather frequently, I suppose. [ He draws in a breath, exhales it slowly. His body relaxes in increments around Aak's fingers. ] I've learned that I do enjoy being on the giving end as well, but... my preference is for receiving, yes.
[ He's a good top, when he sets his mind to it! But logistically it can be difficult to be a 5'4" top in a resort where so many of the men are freaking tall. And since Keita naturally does prefer bottoming, it tends to work out one way or another. ]
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Ohh, good for you, learning [the Feline praises his dalliances with topping in a way that sounds sarcastic. Really, though, having and knowing a preference was impressive enough for some people. He would understand the struggle to get a chance. He's only about an inch shy of Keita's height and, if not for his enthusiasm, aggression, and stubbornness would definitely be shoved in the bottom box.]
[Wasn't it fun to take down someone bigger, anyways?]
I prefer to be on top but I got a few people I'll do a favor for. [A harmless white lie]
This looks good on you, though. [He leans forward to stroke Keita's inner thigh, punctuating the statement with another pointed curl of his fingers inside.] Suits you, I guess!
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It was quite a lesson, considering that I arrived to this place as a virgin. [ A thirty-nine year old virgin at that, although Keita isn't sure Aak actually knows his age. Surely at the very least he can guess that Keita is older than many in this place. ] I started from a c—considerably lower baseline than others.
[ The stretch of Aak's fingers inside him is pleasurable even with the slight sting of it, and Keita shifts in response, his lips parting on heavier breaths as his body responds to the attention. ]
Thank you, I think. [ Is "you look like a bottom" a compliment? ] I'm confident I could say the same about you being on top.
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Damn! And you seem like such an upright guy- well, horizontal guy right now.
[and then he laughs at his own joke. When he says "upright" he doesn't mean moral- it would make sense for an overly moral person to still be a virgin late in life. Instead, the idea that there must have been someone who was interested. Perhaps life got in the way of it all. That's part of why Aak came here with no practical experience, just 21 years younger.]
And now you're tied up, blindfolded, and lettin' a former criminal do anything they want to ya'.
[Aak pulls back his fingers with a satisfied hum. Keita's admission only encouraged him to keep up his naughtiness. There's the bounce of him pressing himself up off the bed to go get another tool to use.]
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And then he'd died and the whole thing was moot anyway. ]
Indeed I am. How times change, [ Keita says, although the last consonant catches in his throat and blurs out into a soft gasp as Aak's fingers slip out of him. It's clear from the bounce of the mattress that Aak is off to find another implement with which to torment Keita, but for the time being Keita doesn't bother looking into the future to figure out which one.
It might be a bit of a stretch to say he trusts Aak, when they don't know each other very well yet, but at the very least Keita knows that his goals and Aak's are aligned right now, and that's certainly enough to put Keita at ease. ]
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[There is a pause with no information for Keita to take in. Aak's footsteps were so quiet that unless he made a point of it the buzz from the vibrator would mask it. It's not like he wanted to be distrusted. Keita's mental assertion is right. Still, there's a moment he maybe feels a bit lost in the lack of suspicion- like, c'mon, he's a criminal, he's not a good guy-]
[Anyways, a shake of the head to dismiss that thought. Something is grabbed and he returns to the bed with the little bounce Keita is getting used to.]
Got something bigger for ya'. [He smiles, waggling the mystery object in his hand. Truly, he cannot just ignore the visual presentation of it all even with his target blindfolded.]
Maybe not as big as you really want, I dunno. [He starts to tease Keita's opening with the cucumber.]
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Do you? [ Keita asks, amused by what he assumes is a demonstration of the toy(?) in question, even though he can't see it.
The toy, of course, turns out rather immediately not to be a toy at all. At first, as the thick object presses against his hole, Keita thinks it must be a dildo of some kind, but the surface is strangely textured, and it's much cooler than Keita can imagine a silicone cock being.
He shifts slightly nonetheless, opening his thighs in allowance, encouraging Aak on before he gets around to asking, ] What is it?