Shotgun Wedding Log: Got Ready for Summer
Mikoto leads Keiji and his ice cream over to his apartment. And usually one might expect him to immediately go for a kiss, but he starts hurriedly taking off his cute shoes, explaining, "I need to de-drag like *now*."
Keiji was definitely a little surprised at Mikoto hurrying to get his shoes off right away, but the comment made him understand pretty much immediately. "Oh! Yeah! Go!" He encouraged, working on his own shoes a little less hurriedly. Then he added, "Do you need any help?"
"Uhh, no, that's ok," Mikoto replies, pretty sure it would take more effort to explain how to get helped than just doing it, and also it's an awkward situation downstairs so he prefers to handle that himself. He gets his feet free, and scampers off to the bathroom.
"Okay." Keiji replied easily. He honestly wasn't sure how he would have helped, but if Mikoto had asked him to do something, he would have. Since his help was *not* required, he took his ice cream to the kitchen and put it in the freezer.
There's no way to really get across how good it feels to finally be able to use the restroom after basically all day holding it. He washes his hands, and realizes -- he's pretty fed up of being in drag, even the parts that usually don't bother him so much, and also his clothes are certainly quite sweaty. He sticks his head out of the bathroom, and admits, "Actually, I think I want a shower. Want to join me?"
Keiji had just been looking at Mikoto's music collection to decide on something to put on while Mikoto got himself figured out, when the blond made that suggestion. "Mmm? Oh. I could definitely go for a shower~" He agreed, giving up on the music in favour of hot water with his even hotter lover, and immediately making his way for the bathroom.
"Yay~" Mikoto replies. When Keiji joins him, he's still in the process of undressing - he's got nothing on the lower half (that had gone first, as he'd had to get everything off in order to go to the bathroom), and he's left wearing a bra, his breast plate, and the cincher - basically a less strict corset. He still has his feminine makeup on and his hair done, so it's quite a gender confusion of a look.
That joy made Keiji even happier with his decision. When he joined the blond in the bathroom, he was faced with the interesting state of dress that the other man was still in. He just smiled, wet his lips subtly, then asked, "Mind if I finish undressing you?" *He* would love to divest the other man of his cincher and bra (and even the breast plate if Mikoto told him how/where to put it so it wouldn't be damaged), but he also understood that Mikoto wasn't always comfortable with him touching the pieces that the blond used for work.
"Hmmm, are you sure? I'm ok with it, but everything is absolutely drenched with sweat," Mikoto has to admit - and the sweat is even weirder because it's cooled from being inside in the ac. But it is much easier to get the cincher off with help, so he turns around and lifts his hair out of the way. Since Keiji's a model, he suspects the younger man can figure it out without much help. And he's sure Keiji's undone more than a few bras in his day.
"Very~" Keiji confirmed with a warm look in his eyes at that acceptance. Sweat didn't bother him in the least. Models worked hard in season-inappropriate clothing, and sweat was very common. Plus... well, maybe he was weird, but he found the general scent of his lover's sweat to be pleasant. Once Mikoto's hair was out of the way, Keiji had little trouble figuring out how to get it undone, and the other man was soon freed from the piece of clothing. "Is this okay on the floor? Or should I put it on the vanity?" He asked. The lines left on his lover's body by the piece of underclothing made the model want to get his hands on him to rub them out a little.
"On the vanity, please," Mikoto replies. They probably won't splash too much, but better safe than sorry. He's still holding his hair up, offering, "Get the bra too, ne~" Just like anybody who wears a bra, he's eager to have it off. The back of the bra is sweaty, though the front is the driest thing on him, because all that sweat is stuck between him and the breast plate.
"Okay." Keiji responded, then reached out to place the cincher on the vanity. That done, he chuckled at the request about the bra. "Don't worry, I'm going for that next." He promised, then easily freed Mikoto from the bra, sliding the straps sensually, but not too slowly, over Mikoto's arms, and pressing a kiss to the other man's shoulder when he got there. Once it was all the way off, the model placed it on the vanity on top of the cincher. "And now... the last piece."
The blond smiles, taking in the intimacy of this all - especially that kiss on his shoulder. Somehow the fact that he's lifting his hair out of the way to help feeds into the feeling. Since he hasn't had Keiji help with his breastplate before, he explains, "It's kind of like a bib? So up by my neck, you'll find clasps not unlike the bra."
He brings his free arm to hold the breast plate so it won't fall when undone -- although frankly it would probably adhere to his chest on sweat alone so he probably doesn't need to worry about it.
"Ah~ Okay. I was wondering how it stayed on." Keiji admitted with genuine interest and curiosity. Having been given the knowledge, though, He went to work undoing the clasps, finding them only slightly trickier than the bra clasps due to the size and position of the strap around Mikoto's neck. Once the clasps were undone, Keiji was momentarily surprised at how light the breast plate felt in his hands, but then he saw that Mikoto was supporting it from below, and it made far more sense. "Okay, you're free~" He said, then let the straps go, since the blond seemed to have that under control, and instead indulged himself in lightly rubbing the lined areas on the other man's sides and stomach.
"There are a lot of different styles of them -- but I'm not a literal drag queen so I went with a simpler style," Mikoto explains, although he'd gotten an expensive version of the simple style - in fact the detailed, realistic nipples on the piece had cost an extra 20 dollars USD alone. Mikoto takes off his plate, and while those hands on his stomach feel good -- he turns away from Keiji. He has a whole little set of breastplate items kept under the sink, including some dish soap in a spray bottle that he uses to carefully wash the breast plate. "It's expensive, so I need to care for it properly." he explains, although he doubts Keiji would have any complaints even without an explanation.
"Ah~ That makes sense. And it still looks, and feels, amazing. Honestly, I can't imagine what a more expensive one would even look like." Keiji admitted. When Mikoto moved away, Keiji didn't even have a moment to feel weird about it. It was immediately obvious why his lover had moved away: care for an important piece of equipment. "Makes sense." He said with a smile, then asked, "Will it distract you badly if I go back to rubbing the grooves out of your body?" If it would, he would just wait until they were in the shower. After all, *he* was still fully dressed at this point.
Mikoto smiles at the idea of Keiji rubbing down his back while he works, "I don't think it would distract me too badly, so go ahead." he says, even as he works. He explains, "At that point it's less about the realism level, and more about... the coverage. An important part of the illusion is how you cover or hide the edges, after all. If you want to wear really revealing stuff, more coverage might help with the illusion. Well, also bigger breasts are more expensive, but I'm so small, the B cups look quite large on me anyways."
With that consent given, Keiji moved back in to move his hands over Mikoto's skin, rubbing it gently to help work the lines, and discomfort, out. "I see. Yeah, I guess it makes sense that something more covering, or just bigger, would be more expensive." He agreed. "I can't imagine bigger boobs on you." He added, though he did take a moment to try.
"I think if I actually had boobs, they'd probably be smaller than this," Mikoto theorizes, based on his siblings and the general lack of body fat he seems to possess. He could be wrong though, "If I got much bigger... they'd look fake. Which I guess they would be, so fair." He giggles at that, as somehow the conversation had a serious tone that it probably didn't warrant. "Quality is often shown on the edges too. If the edges are tapered down and thin, it's easier to hide... there are a lot of factors. I could have gotten this shape and this breast size for half what I spent, but it wouldn't have been as good in quality."
Done washing the large silicone piece, he moves over to hang it up properly on the custom wooden hanger it had come with. To Keiji, he says, "I'm going to go put this away. Feel free to strip down and get the water going for me, ne?"
"True, they would be, but the idea here is titillating while still being believable, right?" Keiji said, obviously having put some thought behind his words. Of course, he could be wrong about that, but he knew *he* enjoyed the believable look, so whatever the reason, it worked for him. He kind of nodded along with the rest of the information, though, just listening and taking it in. He certainly didn't know much about fake boobs himself. By the time Mikoto was done with cleaning, the singer had gotten to rub his hands pretty much all over his lover's belly and sides, and when the blond moved away, he easily let him go. "Alright, sounds good. See you again soon~" He said, already moving to get the water going before starting to strip himself down in preparation of a lovely, steamy shower~
"If it was American style drag, being more exaggerated would be an option, but the Japanese okama style is a lot more closely related to trans identities than even American drag, so.. yeah it's a bit more about being believable, even if it's not necessarily about passing." Although Mikoto's ability to easily do both, along with his natural charisma has made him and kept him top girl at his job for quite a while now.
Once his breastplate is safely tucked away, he returns to the bathroom. He's already naked so he just gets in the tub first, sighing at that hot water washing away all the sweat.
Keiji was just finishing getting undressed as Mikoto got in under the water. He couldn't help but smile at that sigh, though. He could totally understand that feeling. Once he had divested himself of the last of his clothing, the singer stepped into the shower as well, and for the moment just enjoyed the view of Mikoto rinsing himself down under the water. Wet blond was definitely a delightful vision.
Mikoto feels his boyfriend join him in the shower, opens his eyes, and turns around, since he also wants to enjoy the view of Keiji nude and getting sprayed down with the shower. Of course, now that all his immediate needs and discomforts are settled, there's something else he wants. He gets a hand on Keiji's upper arm, and leans up, asking for a kiss without even bothering with the hair tug, sure the body language was more than obvious enough.
The body language was almost more than enough, and Keiji easily leaned down to meet Mikoto's lips in a very warm, very welcoming, *very* interested kiss. His arms went around his lover almost automatically, and he enjoyed the sexy romance of the steamy water falling around them.
"Mmm~ Hello Kei-kun," Mikoto replies. Sure they'd technically greeted each other when the model had arrived at Setsuna's, but this felt like a more proper greeting for them. They have a lot more going on between them than sex, obviously, but there's also usually a lot of sex.
"Hmm~ Hello Miko-kun~" Keiji returned, feeling rather similar. The small kiss from earlier hadn't really scratched the intimacy itch he'd felt on seeing his lover for the first time that day. "Are you feeling as hot as you look right now~?" He asked, maybe being a little cheesy, but also not caring.
"It's summer, so I'm definitely feeling hot right now~" Mikoto replies, not feeling the need to give a serious answer to that cheesy line. Which isn't to say he didn't enjoy it -- he loves seeing Keiji feel comfortable enough to be goofy. He locks his own arms around Keiji's lower back, holding the model close.
"Oh? Maybe I should have run the shower cold so you could cool off~" The singer teased lightly, though really, that *was* a tactic that Keiji used fairly often to avoid running the AC too much: cold baths and showers. In the blond's cool apartment, though, it likely wasn't necessary.
"Don't you dare," Mikoto threatens, under no (current) circumstances willing to put up with that. Especially when they could be kissing. So he suggests instead, "What if, instead, you heated me up even more, so even the air feels cool in comparison?"
That threat made Keiji laugh, but he was totally down for that suggestion. "Mmm~ I suppose I could try that~" He agreed, then leaned in to kiss Mikoto again, deliberately turning up the heat with both his lips and his hands. He slid his palms confidently over his lover's wet body. There wasn't any cleaning going on, but that was fine.
It'd be a shame to get cleaned up if they're just going to get dirty now anyways~ That's Mikoto's reasoning, at least. He meets Keiji's kiss and heat easily. They've been together quite a long time now, so these things are natural enough that there's no need to focus on the technique, and instead they can easily just enjoy the sensations.
Keiji wouldn't dream of arguing with Mikoto's reasoning, if he knew. After all, they often ended up in the shower after sex too, and he was almost certain that was where they were heading. Well, if they weren't, he'd be pretty shocked after their flirting and the heat they were purposely manifesting between themselves. He kissed Mikoto again, and again, letting each kiss naturally lengthen and deepen, following a rhythm that they had gotten used to as they got closer and more familiar with each other. It felt easy, and right, being with Mikoto like this.
Oh, Mikoto definitely wants to get off at this point - the real question is how. Next time they breathe, he goes flat footed again (rather than being on his tiptoes, which is the usual, standing up kissing position). "Ne, Kei-kun, what should we do?" He asks. He'd love to just fuck here, but with their height differences and the slippery nature of the tub, it could be kind of difficult.
For all that they had been together for a while now, Keiji also hadn't considered going condomless either, so he really wasn't thinking about penetrative sex in the shower (nevermind the lack of lube and the difficulties with the height difference). He had no trouble understanding that Mikoto was asking about some kind of sex, though. "Mmmmm...... handjobs might be the easiest.... unless there's something else you'd rather?" The singer asked, always open to Mikoto's desires. Even if it was something new that they hadn't tried before, he was always open to considering it, at least. While they went over their options, though, Keiji's hands were still subtly moving and enjoying the feel of the other man's body under his fingers.
While it's not exactly what he *wants*, Keiji's suggestion is definitely the most reasonable one. He doesn't quite sigh at the decision, but Keiji likely knows him well enough to detect that the blond maybe isn't as enthused about it as he could be, "Yeah, handjobs are probably the way..."
Keiji could definitely tell this was not what Mikoto wanted, and honestly it wasn't exactly what the singer had been envisioning either. "Or.... we could get out, dry off a bit, do something more like I think we were both thinking, *then* come back and clean off?" After all, they hadn't actually started on the actual *cleaning* yet. The most they had done was rinse off Mikoto's sweat at this point.
Mikoto blinks. It's still not quite what he wanted - he actually did want steamy shower sex, even though all he can think of are reasons why that's a bad idea, but it's definitely more like what he wants than handjobs, so he nods. Enthusiasm definitely higher now, since Keiji had come up with *some* kind of solution, he agrees, "Oh yeah, we could definitely do that."
"Well, then, let's get out and save the water.... and figure out what we *actually* want to do." Keiji suggested, but before even making a move to do so, he asked, "Are you feeling kind of romantic? Or.... more, mmm... feral?" He hadn't really figured out how to describe Mikoto's need to be straight up fucked sometimes, but 'feral' seemed a decent word for it, in the moment.
The blond turns off the water, and steps out. He grabs a towel to get dried off so the water doesn't make him too chill. He grins at the use of the term 'feral', which is amusing, but ends up admitting, "Kind of in the middle?" He's not looking to get fucked, but he also doesn't want the full, long romantic process either.
Keiji followed, getting himself dried off as well, and mused, "So... loving, but get to the main event pretty quickly?" He towelled his hair just dry enough that he wouldn't drip, then asked, "So... to the bed, then?"
"Mm, yes. That sounds great," Mikoto agrees to Keiji's description of the mood, as that definitely sounds like (most) of what he wants. Minus the shower steam. And while the bed would make sense, that somehow feels even further from the idea of shower sex than other options, so the blond offers up, "Or the couch?"
"Sure~" Keiji agreed easily, not having any reason, himself, to argue against the couch. It did have that middling sort of feeling, if he was being honest. It wasn't plowing the blond up against the door, but it also wasn't lovingly moving with the other man on the bed either. Once he was dry enough, Keiji began moving toward the living room, knowing the things they needed were in one of the side tables. "So.... wanting to ride? Or use the back? Or get creative laying down?" He asked, since there were a few options involved with the couch.
Mikoto's first goal upon entering the living room is to find the remote for his CD system and find a good song to have sex to~ There have been a lot of kpop songs with perfect grooves recently, and he had burned a CD of them because, well, that's often something he wants. "Hmmm." He considers positions for some time, then remembers his boyfriend is quite tall. "I have an idea~ You'd have to kneel on the ground though, if that's ok?"
Keiji was not at all surprised when Mikoto went for the music first, and he had to admit that the first song on the mix that the blond had chosen had the perfect sound for what they were about to get up to~ "Oh? Yeah, I think that's okay." Keiji responded, trusting his lover that this wasn't going anywhere that he would be uncomfortable with. He did snag the lube and a condom on his way to the floor, though. "Just tell me how you want me positioned." He said, obviously able to take direction in how to pose or position quite well.
"You don't want a cushion or anything?" Mikoto belatedly asks as Keiji makes his way to the floor in front of the sofa. The blond has spent a lot of time on his knees, and while a cushion isn't necessary -- being uncomfortable is also not necessary. It's so obvious to him that he's not asking for a blow job or anything, that he doesn't even think about how that's normally what this suggestion sounds like. It's just so off the table in this relationship. The blond gets onto the sofa, positioning himself basically on the edge. When they actually get started, his butt will need to be slightly off the sofa, but they're not quite ready yet. He directs Keiji in between his legs, and once Keiji's set, he finally explains his vision, "So.. we get to be face to face, I can even have my arms around you, and you basically thrust up into me."
Keiji, so used to odd and uncomfortable positions for his job, hadn't even thought about a cushion. "Ah... if that wouldn't hurt the vision? And if there's one nearby?" He responded, though his tone implied that he was fine without, otherwise. "I mean, I doubt this will be worse than some things I've done for work." He added, also thinking that, whatever they were about to do, he wouldn't be concentrating on a little discomfort in the knees for long. When Mikoto settled into position, Keiji still wasn't sure how this was going to work... until the other man explained. "Ooooh~ Now I see why you wanted to know if I wanted a cushion. I'm going to mostly be *up* on my knees." Yes, that did seem an interesting position, but possibly hard on him with not really being able to settle back on his heels at all.
While Keiji sounds like he's fine with not having a cushion, Mikoto chalks this up to the younger man being, well, younger. Not only would the model be up on his knees, but thrusting probably means he'll be rocking on them, so he's feeling more and more like he should get a cushion. He looks around -- and finds something even better, "Oh! You could use my yoga mat -- it'll be perfect." And he extracts himself from the couch by clambering over the armrest to go get his yoga mat. It will give cushioning while being even, flat, and unlikely to slide around much.
Keiji got up when Mikoto moved so that they could get the yoga mat in place. Once rolled out, Keiji moved to settle back in place, and had to agree that this felt so much better on his knees. "I think this'll work." He approved, "much easier on the knees than hard floor." He added with a smile while he waited for Mikoto to get back in position as well.
"Mm, good," Mikoto replies, feeling very happy and maybe even proud of taking proper care of his boyfriend there, and insisting on the other man's comfort. He gets back on the sofa, directing Keiji to bring his feet together behind him for more stability, and then getting his own ankles around the back of the younger man's thighs. Finally he loops his arms around Keiji, and on the topic of the position they're about to try, points out, "Look at how intertwined we are, and you're not even inside me yet~"
Keiji moved at Mikoto's subtle direction, and once they were tangled together, he couldn't help but grin at his lover's observation. "We really are~" He agreed, then reached for the lube. Obviously, since they were in this position already, and they were both more than halfway ready to go, he was pretty sure that most foreplay wasn't necessary, so moving on to prepping so they could *enjoy* this position faster, made the most sense to him.
"And I'm taller for once," Mikoto jokes, since it takes Keiji being on his knees for the blond to have the height advantage, obviously. He enjoys the novelty of leaning *down* to press a kiss to Keiji's lips. He had asked for at least medium romantic, so this seems firmly along that plan to him.
That made Keiji chuckle, but he definitely leaned up into that kiss, helping support Mikoto with one hand, while the other slid one finger up to swirl around the tight ring of muscle of the blond's entrance. He could feel the moment that it relaxed, and his finger slid in easily.
Mikoto's position would be relatively comfortable if he wasn't scrunched over to kiss Keiji, but~ He doesn't wanna miss out on those kisses. It won't work when they get to the main event, but during prep time? He's not going to give it up at all. "Mmm~" he murmurs against his lovers lips as that digit slips inside him.
Keiji swallowed that delightful sound, and it warmed a spot in his chest. It was certainly a different feeling, having Mikoto leaning over him for kiss after kiss, even as his fingers slowly, but surely and lovingly, prepped his lover. One finger, then two. Another deep, wonderful kiss. Scissor, and curl. And another delightful press of lips to lips. They were connected in such wonderful ways, and there was even better to come.
What's really funny for the blond, is that he'd done this position once before, but hadn't been that into it. But now? Doing it with someone he loves? Being so intimately entwined? The thrill of leaning down to kiss Keiji? This is pretty awesome, and they've barely gotten started. He only pulls back when it's obvious that they're ready to move on, and he doesn't think the kissing will work well when the singer starts thrusting.
"Mmnn~" Keji partially complained as Mikoto's lips parted from his. "Gods... I wish I were a little taller, for probably the first time in my life." He said quietly, even as he removed his fingers from his lover so he could get a condom on, then get himself in position. He got up on his knees and slowly slid into his lover's body. "Nnn~" The feel of being so curled together, so intimate... he was no longer complaining about the lack of kisses.
Mikoto laughs at the absurdity of Keiji being *even* taller, and points out, "I'd have to walk around on stilts to kiss you normally then." He runs his hands over Keiji's shoulders as his lover finishes the last of his preparations, and his eyes half close in bliss at Keiji enters him. "Oh~ Oh this is a really fucking good angle, oh my god."
That made Keiji chuckle as well, imagining the stilts, or super high heels, for a moment. But... he was way more interested in what he was doing now. Watching Mikoto's eyes close that way drew the softest moan from his lips, followed by a soundless gasp as he sank fully into his lover's body. Hearing that glorious exclamation from the blond, though, made him very glad he had agreed to trying this. Keiji braced himself as well as he could, then used his legs and core to amazing purpose starting to move. His next thrust was somewhat careful, making sure he had the angle right, but after that he found that as good as the angle was for Mikoto, it was also rather easy for him to move in and out of his lover and he fell into a wonderful rhythm of thrusts.
Mikoto's own ability to move is limited, since he's perched on the edge of the sofa, but he does figure out he can somewhat rock his hips along with Keiji's rhythm, and it's absolutely fucking fantastic (especially for a position he'd written off in the past!). As he gets more into it, and closer to the edge of pleasure, his heels start to press into the back of Keiji's thighs, trying to somehow pull the other man in closer.
The combined intensity of his own pleasure and the feel of Mikoto's heels pressing into him like that made Keiji's thrusts much shorter, staying deeper inside his lover, overall, as a consequence. It felt incredible, though: the feeling of getting closer and closer, and the implication that Mikoto wanted to be as close as possible as they flew high together.
"Aa~ Aa~ Kei-kun!" Mikoto calls out before being totally overwhelmed -- and lord it feels good, to ride through his orgasm, and come out the other side still fully wrapped up in each other like this.
As Mikoto loudly found his pleasure, Keiji's breath was coming in short, soft gasps. His own orgasm was so, so close, and the way that his lover reflexively clenched around him nearly squeezed it right out of him right there. He only got a couple more thrusts in, though, before he was coming hard as well, but couldn't hold the position anymore at that point, and dropped back down on his knees, panting hard.
Oh, there is a distinct feeling of loss as Keiji (understandably) settles back on his knees. Mikoto gets his arms under Keiji's armpits, "Here, come up here with me." He isn't strong enough to completely pull his lover up, but he coaxes the other man with him, and soon enough he gets them lying down on the sofa, with the model on top of him, of course.
"Mmmnn~ Okay. Just... just one second." Keiji agreed, but took that requested second to deal with the condom, dropping it in a discrete bin that was there only for this purpose (to his knowledge) and would get cleaned out once they could properly move again. That done, he let Mikoto coax him up onto the couch, and lay down on top of the blond. "Mmmm..... this is nice." He commented happily, a light sigh escaping his lips as they lay cuddled together.
After that intimate position, it's all Mikoto wants to have Keiji on top of him, and to wrap his arms firmly around his lover. Once that's finally achieved, he also sighs. And then he admits, "Know what's funny? I didn't like that position that much the first time I tried it~"
"Oh?" Keiji asked, obviously surprised, "I didn't know you had tried it before. Any idea what might have made the difference?" He asked, mildly curious. He was definitely enjoying the feel of Mikoto's arms firmly wound around him as they laid there.
"Just the once," Mikoto replies, since again, he hadn't cared too much for it after the first try. That said, the reason it was better this time, in retrospect, were pretty obvious. "Well, for one, you're taller than him, so the angle was probably better, but also... it's kind of an intimate position? And he was just some guy." An intimate position with his lover is going to be a very different experience than the same position with some club hook up.
"Ah~ Well, that would all make a difference, wouldn't it?" Keiji agreed with a warm smile. It really did feel like a position that was a little too intimate for someone you had just met. For some reason he had thought, just for a second, that the 'just once' had been with Akio, but it didn't seem like it. At least, he didn't think that Mikoto would feel the need to hide it by not mentioning the drummer by name. "Obviously not a position we can do all the time, but it was fun, and it was a good middle ground."
Mikoto would certainly not refer to Akio as 'just some guy'. The redhead was a dear friend, who used to have benefits as well. And the blond, at least after a few escapades, would have *avoided* something quite this intimate with the drummer since they were band mates and not trying for anything more. Certainly on his side of the situation, at least. He nods about Keiji's comments, about the position being a little awkward with someone you've just picked up, and also being good for the middle ground. "Yeah.. but for us? That nice mix of intimacy, but a really good thrusting position? A very nice middle ground~"
He wouldn't wanna do it all the time to spare Keiji's knees, but it seems like a super fun option.
"Mhm~ Very much agreed~ And it seemed like it was immediately a fantastic angle for you." Keiji observed happily. While there were lots of fun positions they had tried over their months together, they didn't always result in perfect thrusting angles easily, or consistently. All of that said, the singer was feeling very good about everything, and he shifted his head a bit so he could press a kiss to his lover's cheek.
A position didn't have to have an excellent angle to still be fun, but usually the best angles were from behind, so it is worth remembering a good front angle like this, "Mmm~ It really was. Although part of that is definitely thanks to your height." He lets his hand walk playfully down Keiji's back, not inclined in the least to move away from this position. The AC in his apartment is good enough that even using the model as a blanket isn't making him too hot. The sweet kiss prompts a sweet, "mm~"
The feel of those fingers walking down his spine brought a happy little huff from Keiji. Over the last few months, he had worked on teaching himself to let out the little sounds he wanted to make, and he was pretty proud of himself for just letting this one out. As opposed to his lover's feeling about the temperature in the apartment, Keiji was starting to feel a little chill. Most likely because he kept his own apartment much warmer due to money concerns. But.. he wasn't at all cold enough to move out of this position just yet.
Mikoto giggles at the soft sound Keiji had made, overjoyed to have caused it and heard it, honestly. He closes his eyes, truly just soaking in the warmth and closeness of their current situation until he feels satisfied, and then suggests, "Shall we go for part 2 of our shower now, then?"
By the time Mikoto spoke up, Keiji was definitely starting to feel chilled, so while he was happy to cuddle, his reply was, "Mhm~ Yes please~" And then moved to carefully to get off of his lover. Once up, he held a hand out to the blond to help him up, though.
Even though it had been Mikoto's suggestion, he does not enjoy the feel of their bodies parting, not the least of which because the contrast between Keiji's skin on his, and the cool air, makes him shiver lightly. He accepts the hand though, and eagerly joins his lover in returning to the bathroom.
Keiji was equally as eager to get to the shower as his lover, so he led Mikoto back to the bathroom at a brisk pace, then let the blond deal with getting the water ready for them while he got out new, dry towels for them for after. Once the water was ready, though, he got his hands on Mikoto and tugged him under the water with him, a laugh on his lips.
Mikoto gets the water going without much problem, and soon enough he's back in the shower with Keiji. And hearing his younger lover laugh so freely, in a situation that seemed impossible months ago, well, he can't help but laugh along, and give a light tug to the model's hair to request a kiss.
That little tug was almost unnecessary, as Keiji bent happily to press his lips to Mikoto's, bringing his hands up to run through that gorgeous blond hair. He just felt so happy, so free~ It was just so.... perfect~
Mikoto lets his own hands run down Keiji's slick back to settle around the other man's waist, all the while leaning up into that kiss. "Mmm~ Kei-kun." the bassist is definitely feeling the same, incredibly warm, peaceful vibes.
Keiji couldn't help the happy little chuckle that was his first response to Mikoto's words. "Mmm~ Miko-kun~" He responded more properly, then leaned in for another kiss. Yeah, sure, they were supposed to be getting clean, but that could wait just a few more minutes.
The blond ends up laughing *into* this next kiss, which is fine, because open mouths lend themselves easily to tangling tongues~ When next their mouths part, Mikoto asks, "Mm, how long have we been --" And he immediately cuts himself off, because he's not going to say together even though that's the easy conclusion to that phrase. He recovers near instantly, with, "Exclusive?"
That question, even with the pause, was not at all one that Keji had been expecting. And, honestly, he didn't have an answer right away. "Uh..... well, I'm not sure anymore when we solidified that... but I guess it would be somewhere between Setsuna-kun's birthday and Christmas?" He guessed, not remembering the exact time he decided he only wanted Mikoto. "But... I guess that would be almost six months?" He added, only realizing now himself that it had been that long.
Mikoto nods along at the timeline. This wasn't a normal romantic relationship so there definitely wasn't something as simple as a clear, anniversary day. He definitely remembers (and arguably, will never forgot) that december date with a kiss during first snow. But somehow the math that that means HALF A YEAR didn't click until Keiji says it, "Huh? no way..." it's an absolutely mind blowing fact -- they'd literally been doing this much longer than he'd been with his awful ex in the first place! He's definitely stunned at the reality.
Keiji smiled at that reaction, "Yeah, I can't quite believe it's been that long either." He admitted, "But it *is* June, so...." He shrugged since the truth was obvious. The fact that this was probably the longest, uninterrupted, relationship he'd ever had... well, that felt pretty good too. Unless this freaked Mikoto out. But... he didn't seem freaked? Just surprised.
Oh, there's definitely a *part* of Mikoto that's freaked out - but it's a manageable part. He has come a long way. A couple months ago he'd've been too scared to ask such a question. It had taken serious work to get them to the point where they refer to each other as lovers (something that he has come to adore every time he hears them referred to that way). Once the initial shock wears off, another question comes to his mind -- but he is, in fact, too scared to ask that one. He keeps his arms around Keiji, leaning in against him. He's quiet, which is always weird, but yes, clearly not upset.
When Mikoto got quiet, Keiji just kept his arms around his lover and enjoyed the water falling around them. Since the blond didn't seem upset, he didn't see any reason to try to talk in this moment. So, instead, he just held Mikoto, then pressed a kiss to the top of that beautiful blond hair. The laughter was gone for the second, but there was a feeling that it could return in a moment, so it was okay.
Nope. Definitely not going to ask that question, not yet. But it's in his head now, like a little seed. And the question has a reflection built in it too, not just the question, but how he would answer. And while he's not ready for that, the idea that he's even THINKING about it represents a huge amount of progress. He shakes his head lightly, physically shaking himself out of it, and looks up at Keiji. "Clean me?"
When Mikoto shook himself off, Keiji smiled. "Of course." He agreed to that request, reaching for the soap and loofah. "Were you thinking some deep thoughts?" He asked lightly, not asking for what those thoughts might be, but being welcoming if the blond wanted to tell him. He got the soap on the loofah, then started inefficiently washing Mikoto's back while still holding his lover close to him.
"Saa..." Mikoto responds, and while he is a fan of teasingly using this Japanese vaguery, he doesn't quite manage to get his normal level of sass into it. But he's not currently willing to talk about the kind of thoughts he'd been having. He happily keeps his arms around Keiji, as the other man starts 'washing' his back, just trying to relax and find a sense of ease once again.
Keiji was definitely a little surprised at Mikoto hurrying to get his shoes off right away, but the comment made him understand pretty much immediately. "Oh! Yeah! Go!" He encouraged, working on his own shoes a little less hurriedly. Then he added, "Do you need any help?"
"Uhh, no, that's ok," Mikoto replies, pretty sure it would take more effort to explain how to get helped than just doing it, and also it's an awkward situation downstairs so he prefers to handle that himself. He gets his feet free, and scampers off to the bathroom.
"Okay." Keiji replied easily. He honestly wasn't sure how he would have helped, but if Mikoto had asked him to do something, he would have. Since his help was *not* required, he took his ice cream to the kitchen and put it in the freezer.
There's no way to really get across how good it feels to finally be able to use the restroom after basically all day holding it. He washes his hands, and realizes -- he's pretty fed up of being in drag, even the parts that usually don't bother him so much, and also his clothes are certainly quite sweaty. He sticks his head out of the bathroom, and admits, "Actually, I think I want a shower. Want to join me?"
Keiji had just been looking at Mikoto's music collection to decide on something to put on while Mikoto got himself figured out, when the blond made that suggestion. "Mmm? Oh. I could definitely go for a shower~" He agreed, giving up on the music in favour of hot water with his even hotter lover, and immediately making his way for the bathroom.
"Yay~" Mikoto replies. When Keiji joins him, he's still in the process of undressing - he's got nothing on the lower half (that had gone first, as he'd had to get everything off in order to go to the bathroom), and he's left wearing a bra, his breast plate, and the cincher - basically a less strict corset. He still has his feminine makeup on and his hair done, so it's quite a gender confusion of a look.
That joy made Keiji even happier with his decision. When he joined the blond in the bathroom, he was faced with the interesting state of dress that the other man was still in. He just smiled, wet his lips subtly, then asked, "Mind if I finish undressing you?" *He* would love to divest the other man of his cincher and bra (and even the breast plate if Mikoto told him how/where to put it so it wouldn't be damaged), but he also understood that Mikoto wasn't always comfortable with him touching the pieces that the blond used for work.
"Hmmm, are you sure? I'm ok with it, but everything is absolutely drenched with sweat," Mikoto has to admit - and the sweat is even weirder because it's cooled from being inside in the ac. But it is much easier to get the cincher off with help, so he turns around and lifts his hair out of the way. Since Keiji's a model, he suspects the younger man can figure it out without much help. And he's sure Keiji's undone more than a few bras in his day.
"Very~" Keiji confirmed with a warm look in his eyes at that acceptance. Sweat didn't bother him in the least. Models worked hard in season-inappropriate clothing, and sweat was very common. Plus... well, maybe he was weird, but he found the general scent of his lover's sweat to be pleasant. Once Mikoto's hair was out of the way, Keiji had little trouble figuring out how to get it undone, and the other man was soon freed from the piece of clothing. "Is this okay on the floor? Or should I put it on the vanity?" He asked. The lines left on his lover's body by the piece of underclothing made the model want to get his hands on him to rub them out a little.
"On the vanity, please," Mikoto replies. They probably won't splash too much, but better safe than sorry. He's still holding his hair up, offering, "Get the bra too, ne~" Just like anybody who wears a bra, he's eager to have it off. The back of the bra is sweaty, though the front is the driest thing on him, because all that sweat is stuck between him and the breast plate.
"Okay." Keiji responded, then reached out to place the cincher on the vanity. That done, he chuckled at the request about the bra. "Don't worry, I'm going for that next." He promised, then easily freed Mikoto from the bra, sliding the straps sensually, but not too slowly, over Mikoto's arms, and pressing a kiss to the other man's shoulder when he got there. Once it was all the way off, the model placed it on the vanity on top of the cincher. "And now... the last piece."
The blond smiles, taking in the intimacy of this all - especially that kiss on his shoulder. Somehow the fact that he's lifting his hair out of the way to help feeds into the feeling. Since he hasn't had Keiji help with his breastplate before, he explains, "It's kind of like a bib? So up by my neck, you'll find clasps not unlike the bra."
He brings his free arm to hold the breast plate so it won't fall when undone -- although frankly it would probably adhere to his chest on sweat alone so he probably doesn't need to worry about it.
"Ah~ Okay. I was wondering how it stayed on." Keiji admitted with genuine interest and curiosity. Having been given the knowledge, though, He went to work undoing the clasps, finding them only slightly trickier than the bra clasps due to the size and position of the strap around Mikoto's neck. Once the clasps were undone, Keiji was momentarily surprised at how light the breast plate felt in his hands, but then he saw that Mikoto was supporting it from below, and it made far more sense. "Okay, you're free~" He said, then let the straps go, since the blond seemed to have that under control, and instead indulged himself in lightly rubbing the lined areas on the other man's sides and stomach.
"There are a lot of different styles of them -- but I'm not a literal drag queen so I went with a simpler style," Mikoto explains, although he'd gotten an expensive version of the simple style - in fact the detailed, realistic nipples on the piece had cost an extra 20 dollars USD alone. Mikoto takes off his plate, and while those hands on his stomach feel good -- he turns away from Keiji. He has a whole little set of breastplate items kept under the sink, including some dish soap in a spray bottle that he uses to carefully wash the breast plate. "It's expensive, so I need to care for it properly." he explains, although he doubts Keiji would have any complaints even without an explanation.
"Ah~ That makes sense. And it still looks, and feels, amazing. Honestly, I can't imagine what a more expensive one would even look like." Keiji admitted. When Mikoto moved away, Keiji didn't even have a moment to feel weird about it. It was immediately obvious why his lover had moved away: care for an important piece of equipment. "Makes sense." He said with a smile, then asked, "Will it distract you badly if I go back to rubbing the grooves out of your body?" If it would, he would just wait until they were in the shower. After all, *he* was still fully dressed at this point.
Mikoto smiles at the idea of Keiji rubbing down his back while he works, "I don't think it would distract me too badly, so go ahead." he says, even as he works. He explains, "At that point it's less about the realism level, and more about... the coverage. An important part of the illusion is how you cover or hide the edges, after all. If you want to wear really revealing stuff, more coverage might help with the illusion. Well, also bigger breasts are more expensive, but I'm so small, the B cups look quite large on me anyways."
With that consent given, Keiji moved back in to move his hands over Mikoto's skin, rubbing it gently to help work the lines, and discomfort, out. "I see. Yeah, I guess it makes sense that something more covering, or just bigger, would be more expensive." He agreed. "I can't imagine bigger boobs on you." He added, though he did take a moment to try.
"I think if I actually had boobs, they'd probably be smaller than this," Mikoto theorizes, based on his siblings and the general lack of body fat he seems to possess. He could be wrong though, "If I got much bigger... they'd look fake. Which I guess they would be, so fair." He giggles at that, as somehow the conversation had a serious tone that it probably didn't warrant. "Quality is often shown on the edges too. If the edges are tapered down and thin, it's easier to hide... there are a lot of factors. I could have gotten this shape and this breast size for half what I spent, but it wouldn't have been as good in quality."
Done washing the large silicone piece, he moves over to hang it up properly on the custom wooden hanger it had come with. To Keiji, he says, "I'm going to go put this away. Feel free to strip down and get the water going for me, ne?"
"True, they would be, but the idea here is titillating while still being believable, right?" Keiji said, obviously having put some thought behind his words. Of course, he could be wrong about that, but he knew *he* enjoyed the believable look, so whatever the reason, it worked for him. He kind of nodded along with the rest of the information, though, just listening and taking it in. He certainly didn't know much about fake boobs himself. By the time Mikoto was done with cleaning, the singer had gotten to rub his hands pretty much all over his lover's belly and sides, and when the blond moved away, he easily let him go. "Alright, sounds good. See you again soon~" He said, already moving to get the water going before starting to strip himself down in preparation of a lovely, steamy shower~
"If it was American style drag, being more exaggerated would be an option, but the Japanese okama style is a lot more closely related to trans identities than even American drag, so.. yeah it's a bit more about being believable, even if it's not necessarily about passing." Although Mikoto's ability to easily do both, along with his natural charisma has made him and kept him top girl at his job for quite a while now.
Once his breastplate is safely tucked away, he returns to the bathroom. He's already naked so he just gets in the tub first, sighing at that hot water washing away all the sweat.
Keiji was just finishing getting undressed as Mikoto got in under the water. He couldn't help but smile at that sigh, though. He could totally understand that feeling. Once he had divested himself of the last of his clothing, the singer stepped into the shower as well, and for the moment just enjoyed the view of Mikoto rinsing himself down under the water. Wet blond was definitely a delightful vision.
Mikoto feels his boyfriend join him in the shower, opens his eyes, and turns around, since he also wants to enjoy the view of Keiji nude and getting sprayed down with the shower. Of course, now that all his immediate needs and discomforts are settled, there's something else he wants. He gets a hand on Keiji's upper arm, and leans up, asking for a kiss without even bothering with the hair tug, sure the body language was more than obvious enough.
The body language was almost more than enough, and Keiji easily leaned down to meet Mikoto's lips in a very warm, very welcoming, *very* interested kiss. His arms went around his lover almost automatically, and he enjoyed the sexy romance of the steamy water falling around them.
"Mmm~ Hello Kei-kun," Mikoto replies. Sure they'd technically greeted each other when the model had arrived at Setsuna's, but this felt like a more proper greeting for them. They have a lot more going on between them than sex, obviously, but there's also usually a lot of sex.
"Hmm~ Hello Miko-kun~" Keiji returned, feeling rather similar. The small kiss from earlier hadn't really scratched the intimacy itch he'd felt on seeing his lover for the first time that day. "Are you feeling as hot as you look right now~?" He asked, maybe being a little cheesy, but also not caring.
"It's summer, so I'm definitely feeling hot right now~" Mikoto replies, not feeling the need to give a serious answer to that cheesy line. Which isn't to say he didn't enjoy it -- he loves seeing Keiji feel comfortable enough to be goofy. He locks his own arms around Keiji's lower back, holding the model close.
"Oh? Maybe I should have run the shower cold so you could cool off~" The singer teased lightly, though really, that *was* a tactic that Keiji used fairly often to avoid running the AC too much: cold baths and showers. In the blond's cool apartment, though, it likely wasn't necessary.
"Don't you dare," Mikoto threatens, under no (current) circumstances willing to put up with that. Especially when they could be kissing. So he suggests instead, "What if, instead, you heated me up even more, so even the air feels cool in comparison?"
That threat made Keiji laugh, but he was totally down for that suggestion. "Mmm~ I suppose I could try that~" He agreed, then leaned in to kiss Mikoto again, deliberately turning up the heat with both his lips and his hands. He slid his palms confidently over his lover's wet body. There wasn't any cleaning going on, but that was fine.
It'd be a shame to get cleaned up if they're just going to get dirty now anyways~ That's Mikoto's reasoning, at least. He meets Keiji's kiss and heat easily. They've been together quite a long time now, so these things are natural enough that there's no need to focus on the technique, and instead they can easily just enjoy the sensations.
Keiji wouldn't dream of arguing with Mikoto's reasoning, if he knew. After all, they often ended up in the shower after sex too, and he was almost certain that was where they were heading. Well, if they weren't, he'd be pretty shocked after their flirting and the heat they were purposely manifesting between themselves. He kissed Mikoto again, and again, letting each kiss naturally lengthen and deepen, following a rhythm that they had gotten used to as they got closer and more familiar with each other. It felt easy, and right, being with Mikoto like this.
Oh, Mikoto definitely wants to get off at this point - the real question is how. Next time they breathe, he goes flat footed again (rather than being on his tiptoes, which is the usual, standing up kissing position). "Ne, Kei-kun, what should we do?" He asks. He'd love to just fuck here, but with their height differences and the slippery nature of the tub, it could be kind of difficult.
For all that they had been together for a while now, Keiji also hadn't considered going condomless either, so he really wasn't thinking about penetrative sex in the shower (nevermind the lack of lube and the difficulties with the height difference). He had no trouble understanding that Mikoto was asking about some kind of sex, though. "Mmmmm...... handjobs might be the easiest.... unless there's something else you'd rather?" The singer asked, always open to Mikoto's desires. Even if it was something new that they hadn't tried before, he was always open to considering it, at least. While they went over their options, though, Keiji's hands were still subtly moving and enjoying the feel of the other man's body under his fingers.
While it's not exactly what he *wants*, Keiji's suggestion is definitely the most reasonable one. He doesn't quite sigh at the decision, but Keiji likely knows him well enough to detect that the blond maybe isn't as enthused about it as he could be, "Yeah, handjobs are probably the way..."
Keiji could definitely tell this was not what Mikoto wanted, and honestly it wasn't exactly what the singer had been envisioning either. "Or.... we could get out, dry off a bit, do something more like I think we were both thinking, *then* come back and clean off?" After all, they hadn't actually started on the actual *cleaning* yet. The most they had done was rinse off Mikoto's sweat at this point.
Mikoto blinks. It's still not quite what he wanted - he actually did want steamy shower sex, even though all he can think of are reasons why that's a bad idea, but it's definitely more like what he wants than handjobs, so he nods. Enthusiasm definitely higher now, since Keiji had come up with *some* kind of solution, he agrees, "Oh yeah, we could definitely do that."
"Well, then, let's get out and save the water.... and figure out what we *actually* want to do." Keiji suggested, but before even making a move to do so, he asked, "Are you feeling kind of romantic? Or.... more, mmm... feral?" He hadn't really figured out how to describe Mikoto's need to be straight up fucked sometimes, but 'feral' seemed a decent word for it, in the moment.
The blond turns off the water, and steps out. He grabs a towel to get dried off so the water doesn't make him too chill. He grins at the use of the term 'feral', which is amusing, but ends up admitting, "Kind of in the middle?" He's not looking to get fucked, but he also doesn't want the full, long romantic process either.
Keiji followed, getting himself dried off as well, and mused, "So... loving, but get to the main event pretty quickly?" He towelled his hair just dry enough that he wouldn't drip, then asked, "So... to the bed, then?"
"Mm, yes. That sounds great," Mikoto agrees to Keiji's description of the mood, as that definitely sounds like (most) of what he wants. Minus the shower steam. And while the bed would make sense, that somehow feels even further from the idea of shower sex than other options, so the blond offers up, "Or the couch?"
"Sure~" Keiji agreed easily, not having any reason, himself, to argue against the couch. It did have that middling sort of feeling, if he was being honest. It wasn't plowing the blond up against the door, but it also wasn't lovingly moving with the other man on the bed either. Once he was dry enough, Keiji began moving toward the living room, knowing the things they needed were in one of the side tables. "So.... wanting to ride? Or use the back? Or get creative laying down?" He asked, since there were a few options involved with the couch.
Mikoto's first goal upon entering the living room is to find the remote for his CD system and find a good song to have sex to~ There have been a lot of kpop songs with perfect grooves recently, and he had burned a CD of them because, well, that's often something he wants. "Hmmm." He considers positions for some time, then remembers his boyfriend is quite tall. "I have an idea~ You'd have to kneel on the ground though, if that's ok?"
Keiji was not at all surprised when Mikoto went for the music first, and he had to admit that the first song on the mix that the blond had chosen had the perfect sound for what they were about to get up to~ "Oh? Yeah, I think that's okay." Keiji responded, trusting his lover that this wasn't going anywhere that he would be uncomfortable with. He did snag the lube and a condom on his way to the floor, though. "Just tell me how you want me positioned." He said, obviously able to take direction in how to pose or position quite well.
"You don't want a cushion or anything?" Mikoto belatedly asks as Keiji makes his way to the floor in front of the sofa. The blond has spent a lot of time on his knees, and while a cushion isn't necessary -- being uncomfortable is also not necessary. It's so obvious to him that he's not asking for a blow job or anything, that he doesn't even think about how that's normally what this suggestion sounds like. It's just so off the table in this relationship. The blond gets onto the sofa, positioning himself basically on the edge. When they actually get started, his butt will need to be slightly off the sofa, but they're not quite ready yet. He directs Keiji in between his legs, and once Keiji's set, he finally explains his vision, "So.. we get to be face to face, I can even have my arms around you, and you basically thrust up into me."
Keiji, so used to odd and uncomfortable positions for his job, hadn't even thought about a cushion. "Ah... if that wouldn't hurt the vision? And if there's one nearby?" He responded, though his tone implied that he was fine without, otherwise. "I mean, I doubt this will be worse than some things I've done for work." He added, also thinking that, whatever they were about to do, he wouldn't be concentrating on a little discomfort in the knees for long. When Mikoto settled into position, Keiji still wasn't sure how this was going to work... until the other man explained. "Ooooh~ Now I see why you wanted to know if I wanted a cushion. I'm going to mostly be *up* on my knees." Yes, that did seem an interesting position, but possibly hard on him with not really being able to settle back on his heels at all.
While Keiji sounds like he's fine with not having a cushion, Mikoto chalks this up to the younger man being, well, younger. Not only would the model be up on his knees, but thrusting probably means he'll be rocking on them, so he's feeling more and more like he should get a cushion. He looks around -- and finds something even better, "Oh! You could use my yoga mat -- it'll be perfect." And he extracts himself from the couch by clambering over the armrest to go get his yoga mat. It will give cushioning while being even, flat, and unlikely to slide around much.
Keiji got up when Mikoto moved so that they could get the yoga mat in place. Once rolled out, Keiji moved to settle back in place, and had to agree that this felt so much better on his knees. "I think this'll work." He approved, "much easier on the knees than hard floor." He added with a smile while he waited for Mikoto to get back in position as well.
"Mm, good," Mikoto replies, feeling very happy and maybe even proud of taking proper care of his boyfriend there, and insisting on the other man's comfort. He gets back on the sofa, directing Keiji to bring his feet together behind him for more stability, and then getting his own ankles around the back of the younger man's thighs. Finally he loops his arms around Keiji, and on the topic of the position they're about to try, points out, "Look at how intertwined we are, and you're not even inside me yet~"
Keiji moved at Mikoto's subtle direction, and once they were tangled together, he couldn't help but grin at his lover's observation. "We really are~" He agreed, then reached for the lube. Obviously, since they were in this position already, and they were both more than halfway ready to go, he was pretty sure that most foreplay wasn't necessary, so moving on to prepping so they could *enjoy* this position faster, made the most sense to him.
"And I'm taller for once," Mikoto jokes, since it takes Keiji being on his knees for the blond to have the height advantage, obviously. He enjoys the novelty of leaning *down* to press a kiss to Keiji's lips. He had asked for at least medium romantic, so this seems firmly along that plan to him.
That made Keiji chuckle, but he definitely leaned up into that kiss, helping support Mikoto with one hand, while the other slid one finger up to swirl around the tight ring of muscle of the blond's entrance. He could feel the moment that it relaxed, and his finger slid in easily.
Mikoto's position would be relatively comfortable if he wasn't scrunched over to kiss Keiji, but~ He doesn't wanna miss out on those kisses. It won't work when they get to the main event, but during prep time? He's not going to give it up at all. "Mmm~" he murmurs against his lovers lips as that digit slips inside him.
Keiji swallowed that delightful sound, and it warmed a spot in his chest. It was certainly a different feeling, having Mikoto leaning over him for kiss after kiss, even as his fingers slowly, but surely and lovingly, prepped his lover. One finger, then two. Another deep, wonderful kiss. Scissor, and curl. And another delightful press of lips to lips. They were connected in such wonderful ways, and there was even better to come.
What's really funny for the blond, is that he'd done this position once before, but hadn't been that into it. But now? Doing it with someone he loves? Being so intimately entwined? The thrill of leaning down to kiss Keiji? This is pretty awesome, and they've barely gotten started. He only pulls back when it's obvious that they're ready to move on, and he doesn't think the kissing will work well when the singer starts thrusting.
"Mmnn~" Keji partially complained as Mikoto's lips parted from his. "Gods... I wish I were a little taller, for probably the first time in my life." He said quietly, even as he removed his fingers from his lover so he could get a condom on, then get himself in position. He got up on his knees and slowly slid into his lover's body. "Nnn~" The feel of being so curled together, so intimate... he was no longer complaining about the lack of kisses.
Mikoto laughs at the absurdity of Keiji being *even* taller, and points out, "I'd have to walk around on stilts to kiss you normally then." He runs his hands over Keiji's shoulders as his lover finishes the last of his preparations, and his eyes half close in bliss at Keiji enters him. "Oh~ Oh this is a really fucking good angle, oh my god."
That made Keiji chuckle as well, imagining the stilts, or super high heels, for a moment. But... he was way more interested in what he was doing now. Watching Mikoto's eyes close that way drew the softest moan from his lips, followed by a soundless gasp as he sank fully into his lover's body. Hearing that glorious exclamation from the blond, though, made him very glad he had agreed to trying this. Keiji braced himself as well as he could, then used his legs and core to amazing purpose starting to move. His next thrust was somewhat careful, making sure he had the angle right, but after that he found that as good as the angle was for Mikoto, it was also rather easy for him to move in and out of his lover and he fell into a wonderful rhythm of thrusts.
Mikoto's own ability to move is limited, since he's perched on the edge of the sofa, but he does figure out he can somewhat rock his hips along with Keiji's rhythm, and it's absolutely fucking fantastic (especially for a position he'd written off in the past!). As he gets more into it, and closer to the edge of pleasure, his heels start to press into the back of Keiji's thighs, trying to somehow pull the other man in closer.
The combined intensity of his own pleasure and the feel of Mikoto's heels pressing into him like that made Keiji's thrusts much shorter, staying deeper inside his lover, overall, as a consequence. It felt incredible, though: the feeling of getting closer and closer, and the implication that Mikoto wanted to be as close as possible as they flew high together.
"Aa~ Aa~ Kei-kun!" Mikoto calls out before being totally overwhelmed -- and lord it feels good, to ride through his orgasm, and come out the other side still fully wrapped up in each other like this.
As Mikoto loudly found his pleasure, Keiji's breath was coming in short, soft gasps. His own orgasm was so, so close, and the way that his lover reflexively clenched around him nearly squeezed it right out of him right there. He only got a couple more thrusts in, though, before he was coming hard as well, but couldn't hold the position anymore at that point, and dropped back down on his knees, panting hard.
Oh, there is a distinct feeling of loss as Keiji (understandably) settles back on his knees. Mikoto gets his arms under Keiji's armpits, "Here, come up here with me." He isn't strong enough to completely pull his lover up, but he coaxes the other man with him, and soon enough he gets them lying down on the sofa, with the model on top of him, of course.
"Mmmnn~ Okay. Just... just one second." Keiji agreed, but took that requested second to deal with the condom, dropping it in a discrete bin that was there only for this purpose (to his knowledge) and would get cleaned out once they could properly move again. That done, he let Mikoto coax him up onto the couch, and lay down on top of the blond. "Mmmm..... this is nice." He commented happily, a light sigh escaping his lips as they lay cuddled together.
After that intimate position, it's all Mikoto wants to have Keiji on top of him, and to wrap his arms firmly around his lover. Once that's finally achieved, he also sighs. And then he admits, "Know what's funny? I didn't like that position that much the first time I tried it~"
"Oh?" Keiji asked, obviously surprised, "I didn't know you had tried it before. Any idea what might have made the difference?" He asked, mildly curious. He was definitely enjoying the feel of Mikoto's arms firmly wound around him as they laid there.
"Just the once," Mikoto replies, since again, he hadn't cared too much for it after the first try. That said, the reason it was better this time, in retrospect, were pretty obvious. "Well, for one, you're taller than him, so the angle was probably better, but also... it's kind of an intimate position? And he was just some guy." An intimate position with his lover is going to be a very different experience than the same position with some club hook up.
"Ah~ Well, that would all make a difference, wouldn't it?" Keiji agreed with a warm smile. It really did feel like a position that was a little too intimate for someone you had just met. For some reason he had thought, just for a second, that the 'just once' had been with Akio, but it didn't seem like it. At least, he didn't think that Mikoto would feel the need to hide it by not mentioning the drummer by name. "Obviously not a position we can do all the time, but it was fun, and it was a good middle ground."
Mikoto would certainly not refer to Akio as 'just some guy'. The redhead was a dear friend, who used to have benefits as well. And the blond, at least after a few escapades, would have *avoided* something quite this intimate with the drummer since they were band mates and not trying for anything more. Certainly on his side of the situation, at least. He nods about Keiji's comments, about the position being a little awkward with someone you've just picked up, and also being good for the middle ground. "Yeah.. but for us? That nice mix of intimacy, but a really good thrusting position? A very nice middle ground~"
He wouldn't wanna do it all the time to spare Keiji's knees, but it seems like a super fun option.
"Mhm~ Very much agreed~ And it seemed like it was immediately a fantastic angle for you." Keiji observed happily. While there were lots of fun positions they had tried over their months together, they didn't always result in perfect thrusting angles easily, or consistently. All of that said, the singer was feeling very good about everything, and he shifted his head a bit so he could press a kiss to his lover's cheek.
A position didn't have to have an excellent angle to still be fun, but usually the best angles were from behind, so it is worth remembering a good front angle like this, "Mmm~ It really was. Although part of that is definitely thanks to your height." He lets his hand walk playfully down Keiji's back, not inclined in the least to move away from this position. The AC in his apartment is good enough that even using the model as a blanket isn't making him too hot. The sweet kiss prompts a sweet, "mm~"
The feel of those fingers walking down his spine brought a happy little huff from Keiji. Over the last few months, he had worked on teaching himself to let out the little sounds he wanted to make, and he was pretty proud of himself for just letting this one out. As opposed to his lover's feeling about the temperature in the apartment, Keiji was starting to feel a little chill. Most likely because he kept his own apartment much warmer due to money concerns. But.. he wasn't at all cold enough to move out of this position just yet.
Mikoto giggles at the soft sound Keiji had made, overjoyed to have caused it and heard it, honestly. He closes his eyes, truly just soaking in the warmth and closeness of their current situation until he feels satisfied, and then suggests, "Shall we go for part 2 of our shower now, then?"
By the time Mikoto spoke up, Keiji was definitely starting to feel chilled, so while he was happy to cuddle, his reply was, "Mhm~ Yes please~" And then moved to carefully to get off of his lover. Once up, he held a hand out to the blond to help him up, though.
Even though it had been Mikoto's suggestion, he does not enjoy the feel of their bodies parting, not the least of which because the contrast between Keiji's skin on his, and the cool air, makes him shiver lightly. He accepts the hand though, and eagerly joins his lover in returning to the bathroom.
Keiji was equally as eager to get to the shower as his lover, so he led Mikoto back to the bathroom at a brisk pace, then let the blond deal with getting the water ready for them while he got out new, dry towels for them for after. Once the water was ready, though, he got his hands on Mikoto and tugged him under the water with him, a laugh on his lips.
Mikoto gets the water going without much problem, and soon enough he's back in the shower with Keiji. And hearing his younger lover laugh so freely, in a situation that seemed impossible months ago, well, he can't help but laugh along, and give a light tug to the model's hair to request a kiss.
That little tug was almost unnecessary, as Keiji bent happily to press his lips to Mikoto's, bringing his hands up to run through that gorgeous blond hair. He just felt so happy, so free~ It was just so.... perfect~
Mikoto lets his own hands run down Keiji's slick back to settle around the other man's waist, all the while leaning up into that kiss. "Mmm~ Kei-kun." the bassist is definitely feeling the same, incredibly warm, peaceful vibes.
Keiji couldn't help the happy little chuckle that was his first response to Mikoto's words. "Mmm~ Miko-kun~" He responded more properly, then leaned in for another kiss. Yeah, sure, they were supposed to be getting clean, but that could wait just a few more minutes.
The blond ends up laughing *into* this next kiss, which is fine, because open mouths lend themselves easily to tangling tongues~ When next their mouths part, Mikoto asks, "Mm, how long have we been --" And he immediately cuts himself off, because he's not going to say together even though that's the easy conclusion to that phrase. He recovers near instantly, with, "Exclusive?"
That question, even with the pause, was not at all one that Keji had been expecting. And, honestly, he didn't have an answer right away. "Uh..... well, I'm not sure anymore when we solidified that... but I guess it would be somewhere between Setsuna-kun's birthday and Christmas?" He guessed, not remembering the exact time he decided he only wanted Mikoto. "But... I guess that would be almost six months?" He added, only realizing now himself that it had been that long.
Mikoto nods along at the timeline. This wasn't a normal romantic relationship so there definitely wasn't something as simple as a clear, anniversary day. He definitely remembers (and arguably, will never forgot) that december date with a kiss during first snow. But somehow the math that that means HALF A YEAR didn't click until Keiji says it, "Huh? no way..." it's an absolutely mind blowing fact -- they'd literally been doing this much longer than he'd been with his awful ex in the first place! He's definitely stunned at the reality.
Keiji smiled at that reaction, "Yeah, I can't quite believe it's been that long either." He admitted, "But it *is* June, so...." He shrugged since the truth was obvious. The fact that this was probably the longest, uninterrupted, relationship he'd ever had... well, that felt pretty good too. Unless this freaked Mikoto out. But... he didn't seem freaked? Just surprised.
Oh, there's definitely a *part* of Mikoto that's freaked out - but it's a manageable part. He has come a long way. A couple months ago he'd've been too scared to ask such a question. It had taken serious work to get them to the point where they refer to each other as lovers (something that he has come to adore every time he hears them referred to that way). Once the initial shock wears off, another question comes to his mind -- but he is, in fact, too scared to ask that one. He keeps his arms around Keiji, leaning in against him. He's quiet, which is always weird, but yes, clearly not upset.
When Mikoto got quiet, Keiji just kept his arms around his lover and enjoyed the water falling around them. Since the blond didn't seem upset, he didn't see any reason to try to talk in this moment. So, instead, he just held Mikoto, then pressed a kiss to the top of that beautiful blond hair. The laughter was gone for the second, but there was a feeling that it could return in a moment, so it was okay.
Nope. Definitely not going to ask that question, not yet. But it's in his head now, like a little seed. And the question has a reflection built in it too, not just the question, but how he would answer. And while he's not ready for that, the idea that he's even THINKING about it represents a huge amount of progress. He shakes his head lightly, physically shaking himself out of it, and looks up at Keiji. "Clean me?"
When Mikoto shook himself off, Keiji smiled. "Of course." He agreed to that request, reaching for the soap and loofah. "Were you thinking some deep thoughts?" He asked lightly, not asking for what those thoughts might be, but being welcoming if the blond wanted to tell him. He got the soap on the loofah, then started inefficiently washing Mikoto's back while still holding his lover close to him.
"Saa..." Mikoto responds, and while he is a fan of teasingly using this Japanese vaguery, he doesn't quite manage to get his normal level of sass into it. But he's not currently willing to talk about the kind of thoughts he'd been having. He happily keeps his arms around Keiji, as the other man starts 'washing' his back, just trying to relax and find a sense of ease once again.