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[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?
[Aak chuckles to himself, still deeply satisfied with what he was doing. Every little step was thrilling. The background noise of deep breathing between their bits of conversation kept up a low heat in his gut. He was insistent on playing until he couldn't take it anymore. As his heart continued to race and blood continued to flow he keeps up his chatter.]
Here's a hint! [as he presses it a bit further,] They're not gonna be makin' a salad with this one after.
[He'd very briefly considered putting a condom over the thing but he's glad he didn't. What was the point of just pretending it was a dildo? The taboo was the fun part. He pats the inside of Keita's thigh affectionately as he takes it in.]
[ A salad? It's likely testament to how overheated Keita's brain is already becoming that it takes him a moment to even parse that statement as intelligible, let alone figure out what it is Aak means by it. Not least of all because his coherent thought is somewhat derailed by the sensation of something thick and cool pushing inside him, his body stretching to accommodate.
After a moment, though, Keita gasps a laugh and says, ] Aak, are you fucking me with a cucumber?
[ He doesn't sound put off by it, at least. It's strange to be sure, but no less than what he'd expect from someone as adventurous as Aak, and anyway—vegetable or not, it feels pretty good. Less give to it than a dildo or a real cock, which provides some enticing fullness as Keita's body accommodates more and more of it.
He squirms a little, his thighs falling further apart. Keita's breath is coming in soft pants by now, and although he's doing a good job of maintaining his composure, it's very clearly underpinned by his arousal. ]
[It didn't need to be answered, necessarily. Aak would be pretty pleased to know when he got Keita to an unintelligible state. Then he could truly just play around for a while, enjoying his one-sided banter, and making sure the older man would feel it in the morning.]
[(Or, would he be satisfied? After all, he experiences a clear trill of excitement from Keita's comment. He feeds off the energy he gets. Usually, the energy he expects is negative and he acts accordingly. Keita is giving him a remarkably clean and positive energy. He might get addicted.)]
Maaaa~ybe, [he says with the clear tone of someone who is. He twirls his wrist to draw a little circle in the other's body with the vegetable. That stretch is drawn out and might be painful if not for how the preparation before it had gone.]
It was on the wheel! I figured there must be somethin' good about it.
[To punctuate his teasing, he lifts a finger to lightly flick the underside of Keita's poor, ring-restricted cock. There was something so alluring about pushing it further and further. He can tell he's gotten noticeably stiffer himself, thinking about the moment he'll finally let that blood flow freely again. It'll be a new wave of pleasure to send crashing over his dear, tied-up victim.]
[ As it turns out, they are surprisingly well-suited to each other, Aak with his penchant for experimentation and Keita with his enjoyment of being experimented on. It is perhaps unconventional to enjoy being fucked with a garden vegetable, but Keita's physical responses tell no lies: the longer Aak spends working the cucumber inside him, the more readily his hips rock into it, and his cock is indeed flushed and heavy with desire where it lays against his lower belly.
The flick to the bottom of it does make Keita cry out as a jolt of—something, some overwhelming sensation, runs through his nerves. It both is and isn't pain, is and isn't pleasure, or more realistically it's some potent combination of both that only serves to heighten Keita's sensitivity, making his body clench and shudder around the object inside him. ]
Fuck, [ Keita mutters thoughtlessly, his thighs shaking slightly. He knows better than to ask Aak to make him come—not least of all because he doesn't actually want to come, not yet—but he can feel his body tightening, his balls drawing up as if in preparation for orgasm even though the cock ring will prevent it. ] It is—good, yes. Oh, right there—
[ As the end of the cucumber rubs over Keita's sensitive prostate, he finds himself writhing again, no longer completely in control of his own body's responses the longer he's under Aak's influence. ]
[While a well-timed beg to come would certainly enhance the atmosphere, Keita is right that it wouldn't influence Aak's speed. It would happen when Aak couldn't resist any longer, when he had to see the other make a sticky mess out of his lower stomach, and not a second before. Until then, he enjoys the twinge of muscles along the older man's form and the pointed rocks to get more pleasure from the impromptu toy.]
[Every sound reverberates in his mind. Cursing from a man who seemed so docile? Good. Admittance of pleasure despite the unconventional? Wonderful. The sound of the restraints briefly rattling against the frame as Keita's body reacts? Ecstasy. It was starting to get difficult to control his own arousal. There was the tell-tale discomfort of his erection brushing against the material of his pants.]
Gimmie a sec- [As much as he wants to keep plying those sounds out of Keita. It leads to a weird stretch in which he swings his legs off the bed to start kicking his own pants off while still leaning to try and fuck the older man deep with a cucumber. This is perhaps one he's glad the other is blindfolded for. Keita will simply feel the shift of the bed, some rustling of clothes, and then finally the pants getting discarded to the floor.]
[Much better. A few seconds later there's the second thump of the shirt hitting the ground, one that takes far less effort but does mean Keita isn't getting the external movement of his new toy.]
[ On the one hand, the brief cessation of movement is a welcome relief after how thoroughly out of his mind Keita was starting to feel; on the other hand, it's strange and arousing in its own right to be so full and yet feel no movement, the cucumber just sitting inside him when Aak pulls away to—what? Remove his clothes, Keita thinks dizzily, or at least that's the impression he gets from the soft whump of fabric falling to the floor.
He squirms a little, making the cucumber shift just enough inside him to earn a low noise, and then Keita subsides against the pillow when he finds it's not quite as satisfying that way as it is when Aak is holding the other end. Trying to distract himself from the weight of it inside his ass, Keita takes a slow breath, lets it out, and then says, ]
Are you—planning to fuck me properly, and not just with toys?
[ He hopes so. The particular future where that happens stands out as a shining beacon of enjoyment for Keita, who is, perhaps surprisingly, already intimate familiar with barbs like Aak's, albeit in a slightly different context. ]
[Keita is simultaneously unimportant and the most important thing in the room. Aak's able to abandon him for a few moments and yet the fact he was still there lingered in his mind. His breaths, the groans from his shifting, every little thing that filled up the room. With a knee back on the mattress, he hears the other's question.]
Huh? [He heard him, of course, without a shadow of a doubt.]
[He gets closer than he did before, once again grabbing the cucumber to direct the feeling inside the older man. He can feel the fur of Aak's leg brush against his inner thigh- and then the outer. The Feline is straddling his left leg, practically flushed up against the hip. With a leg on each side Keita can assume something's in the fluffy space in-between.]
Aren't you having a great time with this one? [Aak teases, forcing the vegetable a bit deeper again.]
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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?
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Here's a hint! [as he presses it a bit further,] They're not gonna be makin' a salad with this one after.
[He'd very briefly considered putting a condom over the thing but he's glad he didn't. What was the point of just pretending it was a dildo? The taboo was the fun part. He pats the inside of Keita's thigh affectionately as he takes it in.]
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After a moment, though, Keita gasps a laugh and says, ] Aak, are you fucking me with a cucumber?
[ He doesn't sound put off by it, at least. It's strange to be sure, but no less than what he'd expect from someone as adventurous as Aak, and anyway—vegetable or not, it feels pretty good. Less give to it than a dildo or a real cock, which provides some enticing fullness as Keita's body accommodates more and more of it.
He squirms a little, his thighs falling further apart. Keita's breath is coming in soft pants by now, and although he's doing a good job of maintaining his composure, it's very clearly underpinned by his arousal. ]
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[(Or, would he be satisfied? After all, he experiences a clear trill of excitement from Keita's comment. He feeds off the energy he gets. Usually, the energy he expects is negative and he acts accordingly. Keita is giving him a remarkably clean and positive energy. He might get addicted.)]
Maaaa~ybe, [he says with the clear tone of someone who is. He twirls his wrist to draw a little circle in the other's body with the vegetable. That stretch is drawn out and might be painful if not for how the preparation before it had gone.]
It was on the wheel! I figured there must be somethin' good about it.
[To punctuate his teasing, he lifts a finger to lightly flick the underside of Keita's poor, ring-restricted cock. There was something so alluring about pushing it further and further. He can tell he's gotten noticeably stiffer himself, thinking about the moment he'll finally let that blood flow freely again. It'll be a new wave of pleasure to send crashing over his dear, tied-up victim.]
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The flick to the bottom of it does make Keita cry out as a jolt of—something, some overwhelming sensation, runs through his nerves. It both is and isn't pain, is and isn't pleasure, or more realistically it's some potent combination of both that only serves to heighten Keita's sensitivity, making his body clench and shudder around the object inside him. ]
Fuck, [ Keita mutters thoughtlessly, his thighs shaking slightly. He knows better than to ask Aak to make him come—not least of all because he doesn't actually want to come, not yet—but he can feel his body tightening, his balls drawing up as if in preparation for orgasm even though the cock ring will prevent it. ] It is—good, yes. Oh, right there—
[ As the end of the cucumber rubs over Keita's sensitive prostate, he finds himself writhing again, no longer completely in control of his own body's responses the longer he's under Aak's influence. ]
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[Every sound reverberates in his mind. Cursing from a man who seemed so docile? Good. Admittance of pleasure despite the unconventional? Wonderful. The sound of the restraints briefly rattling against the frame as Keita's body reacts? Ecstasy. It was starting to get difficult to control his own arousal. There was the tell-tale discomfort of his erection brushing against the material of his pants.]
Gimmie a sec- [As much as he wants to keep plying those sounds out of Keita. It leads to a weird stretch in which he swings his legs off the bed to start kicking his own pants off while still leaning to try and fuck the older man deep with a cucumber. This is perhaps one he's glad the other is blindfolded for. Keita will simply feel the shift of the bed, some rustling of clothes, and then finally the pants getting discarded to the floor.]
[Much better. A few seconds later there's the second thump of the shirt hitting the ground, one that takes far less effort but does mean Keita isn't getting the external movement of his new toy.]
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He squirms a little, making the cucumber shift just enough inside him to earn a low noise, and then Keita subsides against the pillow when he finds it's not quite as satisfying that way as it is when Aak is holding the other end. Trying to distract himself from the weight of it inside his ass, Keita takes a slow breath, lets it out, and then says, ]
Are you—planning to fuck me properly, and not just with toys?
[ He hopes so. The particular future where that happens stands out as a shining beacon of enjoyment for Keita, who is, perhaps surprisingly, already intimate familiar with barbs like Aak's, albeit in a slightly different context. ]
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Huh? [He heard him, of course, without a shadow of a doubt.]
[He gets closer than he did before, once again grabbing the cucumber to direct the feeling inside the older man. He can feel the fur of Aak's leg brush against his inner thigh- and then the outer. The Feline is straddling his left leg, practically flushed up against the hip. With a leg on each side Keita can assume something's in the fluffy space in-between.]
Aren't you having a great time with this one? [Aak teases, forcing the vegetable a bit deeper again.]
I gotta make sure I get it off my tab, you know!