#sub keigo

He at first displayed bravado when he confidently agreed to do this, but you knew better and saw the hesitance lingering underneath once he got undressed. The research and mere idea of sticking something in *there* had his resolve waver for a bit, but he still planned to go through with it at the promise of a good time (who was he to say no to something you've been wanting to try for ages). He even somehow convinced you to start him off with the bumpy silicone rather than the smooth titanium you had in mind, but he seems to be taking it just fine. You'll admit though, you didn't expect him to be so receptive, and that only served to make the view before you much more rewarding.

Absolutely alluring.

You broke the consistent sound of his laboured breaths after some time of letting him get used to the rod, "Keigo."

He faintly heard you call his name and he intended to say something in acknowledgement, yet the haze currently flooding his senses leaves him unable to verbally respond. He knows why you called out to him. He's supposed to stay still, but that's much easier said than done when-

"Are you ready?"

"Huh?" Having his thoughts broken so suddenly has his clouded mind playing catch up while trying to decipher what exactly he should be ready for.

"I'm gonna push it in all the way to the ring."

"W-Wait!" He worked to get his breathing somewhat under control while his feathers ruffle behind him with each exhale. The death grip he had on the sheets slackened as he splayed his palms over the heated material, and he nodded once he was ready, not trusting his warbling voice enough to not make him sound like a bitch in heat. There's also the matter of him trying to keep his dick from getting too erect before you finish putting the rod in. You don't bother asking if he's okay like you did minutes ago, knowing that if he wanted you to slow down or stop he'd simply give you the word. You shift in your spot across from him and get into a more comfortable position, opting to lay down on your torso to shamelessly get a closer look, before applying the smallest bit of pressure to the rod's handle.

"Shit-" The curse slipped out without warning as his brain blanked on him the moment it slipped a few measly centimeters deeper. The slick movement was made possible with the copious amount of lube you applied beforehand, as well as the near constant flow of precum at the obscenity of this act. His back arched a bit from the strong tingles that ran up his spine, and he nearly fell backwards without the aid of the headboard and some pillows.

Is he crying? No, just tearing up.

"Baby, you have to relax for me." You spoke softly, knowing he's doing his best to not jolt around too much. You take one hand to rub at his thigh and calm his trembling, the action serving it's purpose by grounding him to the point that only his wings are restless with their frequent twitches.

His watery orbs opened with an involuntary whimper from his lips. He struggles to keep his hips glued to the bed at the feeling of your gentle ministrations combined with the overwhelming pleasure stemming from his lower half. He's well aware of the shameful position he's in, completely bare while you're fully clothed. That's far in the back of his mind with the loud pounding of his heart resounding directly in his ears, yet he's marginally able to hear your whispers of encouragement and finds solace in your tenderness. He's thankful for the lack of condescension and "told you so"s from your side, he's a bit too sensitive and gooey in the head to handle anything like that at the moment.

Those articles did absolutely nothing to prepare him for how fucking good this would feel.

He closed his eyes once again, the action sending a few tears down his cheeks, and the lack of sight made him acutely aware of the rod going further into him. It feels wrong, it feels good, it feel weird, it feels right, his brain struggled to pick a description while it tried to manage his breathing. The smooth ridges of the silicone rod somehow rub against all the right spots with each gentle push and pull you give it. It's going deeper as a result, the realization pulling a deep groan from his chest once he feels the tip near its stopping point. His brain briefly flitted through his earlier research on this sensual act, something about plunging. As concerning as the concept sounded when he first looked it up, his current experience has him wondering if going further would be any better than this. What's life without a few risks?

Maybe we should try tha-

"OH-" his exclamation was interrupted by an endless string of moans, none of which could be muffled due to his slackened jaw. He realized you had let go of the ring at some point during his ruminating in favor of giving him a handjob without warning. You're not applying much pressure in your grip, but the pleased expression you're donning tells him you know that's all you need to drive him crazy. You also know Keigo is beyond the point of restraint judging from his semi-crossed eyes and the near constant bucking of his hips. He's not even aware of his wings being squished into the pillows meant to keep him upright, the bit of typical first time discomfort mixed with the pleasure keeps him distracted.

"Look," You gave a heated smile as the hand you weren't using to slowly jerk him off places itself back on his thigh, "it's all the way in."

In spite of his pulse thumping strongly in his ears, he heard you clearly and opened his eyes with a sniffle to see what you're talking about. Sure enough, the only thing left sticking out is the ring, all 4 inches have disappeared and his pulsating dick looks ready to burst. Something about the sight makes his body heat up and simultaneously calm down.

God, this is humiliating.

You paid no mind to your back growing tired of your stomach down position, more interested in establishing a steady but still slow rhythm of jerking him off while fondling his tightened balls. He immediately let out a cross between a sigh and a moan from the overwhelming stimulation as his thighs trembled uncontrollably, feeling an immense amount of pressure in his lower half warning him of an oncoming orgasm. And yet, as good as this all feels, he found himself craving a bit more to push himself over the edge.

He swallowed upon feeling how dry his throat is and began to ask while squirming in place, "Can I, uh..."

You pulled your attention away from your activites to see him glancing off to the side and pointing at the rod. With a teasing purse of your lips, you pause your ministrations and respond to his half spoken request, "You're getting a little greedy, aren't you?"

With a narrow of his glossed over eyes, he asks impatiently with a hoarse voice, "Can I do it or not?" He quickly tacked on a 'please' when you sent him a certain look at the demanding tone.

Brat. You have half a mind to reprimand him, but you push that urge aside for later and simply tell him, "Knock yourself out~" You watch intently when he eagerly raises a hand to the ring and pulls ever so slightly, built up precum starting to pool a bit around the rod. He took a sharp inhale of breath once he found a pace and threw his head back in utter bliss, making for an enticing scene you couldn't help biting your lip at. You returned to your services and resumed lightly tugging at his swollen cock, occasionally pressing kisses back and forth between his length and tender balls.

"Mmm, fuuuuck, 'm so close~" The build up is undoubtedly much more intense than any orgasm he's had before, borderline painful yet equally pleasurable. Am I a masochist? Gulping for air by this point, his legs quivered around your head as he whines and nearly pulls the rod out for some kind of release, only for you to let go of his dick and say sternly, "Don't."

Your tone coupled with you stopping his action pulled a loud sob out of him, only spurring his tears and high strung emotions, "It hurts, I can't cum!"

The immense delight radiating from you was clear as day when he sent you a look of pure desperation, wings flapping furiously and face drenched by tears and sweat. "I wanna try something real quick, you can cum afterwards, pretty," you stated eagerly.

In spite of his distress at you postponing his relief, he keened at the promise of it eventually coming his way and kept his protests to himself. Though he's confused as to what exactly you want to do to him, you're not saying anything and his only hint is your thumb ever so lightly grazing his perineum. It wasn't until you ground down on it with your digit and forced a guttural sound from him that he figured out your plan for him.

"There it is~"

Oh fuck.

You were merciless in abusing his prostate, pressing down with just the right amount of force to teeter on the line separating 'too much' and 'not enough'. With you deciding out of nowhere to slowly lick a stripe up his dick at the same time, you had the grown man right where you wanted him, overwrought by pleasure and pleading for respite as he tries (and fails) to suppress his frenzied movements. It didn't take long for the pent up tension to snap weirdly, resulting in him throwing his head back with a long pornographic moan. It felt amazingly terrible if one were to ask him how a dry orgasm felt. You'd expect the pleasure to end right there, but the sensation of nothing being able to bypass the rod was pure torture, akin to being trapped in a neverending loop of arousal with no way of being sated. It also doesn't help that you're still going-

"Fuck, fuck, too much!" He shot a hand out to hold yours and subsequently stop your reign of terror for a little, though it did little to quell his fever ridden frame or calm his quaking. You decide to cut him some slack when he appears to be in a serious internal debate over letting you continue or pulling you away entirely. You don't give him much breathing time when you finally grasped the ringed handle of the rod and pulled on it, the leisurely pace being downright torturous for him since you started doing so without warning. You would've wanted to wait until he'd gone mostly flaccid to pull it out, but patience is nonexistent for you (and him based on his expression), and the rod's flexible enough for this anyway.

The instant it's completely out, you take half of him into your drooling mouth and pump the rest, knowing he'd require little to no effort since he was long overdue to cum. And you were right, he lurched forward and unintentionally shoved you further down his cock by pushing on your head, giving you a minuscule amount of room to prepare yourself for the copious strings of cum shooting down your throat. The loudly alleviating sobs he let out overshadowed your gulps and groans of slight displeasure from the unwarranted manhandling; Keigo's disposition made the experience more bearable though, and it wasn't all that detestable if you were being honest with yourself.

You didn't stop sucking on the bulbous head until he wearily threw himself back into the pillows, his weakened arms pushing at your head with each overstimulated jolt of his hips. Once you relented, you sat yourself up to lean forward and peck his lips, "You okay? That was pretty intense."

His overworked vocal chords felt the strain of reaching tones and volumes he wouldn't normally touch, not to mention his body catching up on the air it lost out on during all of this. But he responded anyway, "Good, 'm good..."

"You did good, too. Thank you Kei'." You placed yourself beside him and pulled his body to you for the much needed tlc it deserved, wiping his face with a tissue you grabbed on your way towards him. He obliged and let you do as you please, wrapping his arms around you and letting his body go lax from your loving whispers of praise coaxing him into a clearer headspace. It didn't take too long for him to regain some clarity with the help of your touches and a couple sips of the bottled water on the nightstand, "Y'know it almost looked like you enjoyed this as much as me."

A breath akin to a laugh escaped you as you kissed at his hairline, "Well, it was something I'd been wanting to see in person." A beat of silence passed between the both of you, only scarcely broken by Keigo's breaths stabilizing and two mutual whispers of 'I love you's, before you spoke, "Oh yeah, you gotta pee after that."

Keigo removed his forehead from your collarbone to give you a scrutinizing look, "I was literally about to fall asleep."

"Love you too pretty boy, let's take a bath while we're at it." Though it was a little comedic seeing his sleepiness snuff out his usual attention to aftercare, you'd prefer to avoid any accidental mishaps of UTI's.

He got up with a huff, but listened to you and followed you to the bathroom on his incapacitated legs (he did kind of have to pee after you mentioned it).