restless dreams

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Making Keigo edge himself and send you videos of it is so cute because he always has to say something adorable alongside it. Right below the preview of the video, he texts something like, “thank you, mistress/sir/master” plus a description of how good it felt and how grateful he is that you allowed him to touch today.

Mostly because he knows he’s being a good boy by giving you food for thought to have a real orgasm to. Unlike his sorry ass. But also because the chatterbox genuinely does want to talk about how good his dick felt, how stiff and hard and leaky it was, how full his balls are, how horny he can get. How sore he is, how it jumps when he thinks about you and the things you so graciously allow him to do to himself while he’s away.

It’s cute. Keigo likes when you play with him. Make him hump the cheap pillows at the hotels he stays at on missions, send you pictures of his fingers lubed up and curling in his ass trying to reach his prostate the way you do, audios of him whimpering and crying like a slut about how badly his body wants to cum but how good he is for you to deny himself.

It’d be extra mean to send him videos of you actually getting off. Poor thing’s eyes go so wide as he stares at his screen, biting his knuckles, sinking into bed. Jealous. Of course, he’ll edge to the video and yank his hand away from his dick as soon as you cum.

Aren’t you just indulging his breeding kink? Keigo’s orgasms only serve one purpose: to breed. So why on earth should he waste any of his cum, his pleasure, on anything other than you? It’s infinitely more reasonable to have him get himself extra desperate for you once it’s time for him to be of use.

Of course, the day he gets home, he’ll squirm in your presence and try so badly to be a gentleman, not bringing up how badly he wants it until you do. How was your week? Anything interesting you did that you want to share? Is your houseplant still alive without him? Oh my fucking god, Keigo just wants to tackle you and shove himself inside and start fucking you like a lowly, desperate animal, dear god, it hurts, and he smiles politely.

God, he’s being such a bad boy. He can’t think of you punishing him for it without making the arousal worse. You smell good. You’re infinitely attractive to him, like magnets, like the moon’s pull. He can be good for you. Fuck, your voice.

When you finally laugh and let him loose, Keigo pounces on you. Kissing you fiercely, rubbing his cock between your thighs, whining about how badly he missed you and how gorgeous you are. How badly his cock missed you. How grateful he is when he finds you prepped and wet and sinks his cock inside, railing you on the couch as he chases his orgasm, “thank you, thank you, thank you.”