Dreamland part 16

Popee looked at his boyfriend and tried to comprehend the face he was seeing, compared to the half covered multi-expressive masked man he had fallen in love with. He had pictured Kedamono without his mask before in daydreams but this wasn’t as good as the real thing, not even close.

Kedamono’s face—-to Popee, looked breathtaking and beautiful. He had an masculine, angular face, a cute button nose and deep, grayish eyes that seemed to glow.

He was holding their son as Kedamono came over.

He went over to his son and kissed his cheek. “Hello, my dear, how are you?” He said to his son and he merely giggled.

Popee grinned, “He… he’s doing well.” Suddenly, Kedamono’s gaze landed straight into Popee’s dark blue eyes.

“What did you do while we were gone, baby?” He asked Popee sweetly, and leaned into kiss him on the mouth. Popee kissed him back with fervor, his hand wanting so much to caress that lovely face.

“T-tummy time. You know? Keda Junior likes tummy time,” Popee answered, his face hot. That direct stare from Kedamono was making him feel so much at once. Love, affection and an openness he hadn’t ever seen before-literally, because, he could actually see his true love’s true face now and his gleaming, soft eyes.

“Yes, he does like that. Did you eat dinner, darling?” Kedamono asked Popee softly and he nodded.

“I had pineapple fried rice, extra spicy, very good,” Popee said with a wink and seemed to be subtly flirting with the purple haired man, which made his sister and father gravitate away from the scene.

Marifa was still stunned, never thinking this would ever happen. To think Kedamono would have such a great… bravery (the word came to her mind in a careful accuracy, she held a new found respect for whom she might call her brother in law one day)to do such a thing. To actually take off his mask. It was an incredible revelation to her. Marifa felt as though she was freed up in a way—she wished secretly she had such a way to unmask herself.

As she watched the loving display of his brother’s family, she softened her shocked and confused expression, her heart shaking in a gentle pattern, like a gentle breeze wafting over a trickling meadow. She longed for this one day.

Papi looked upon his son and smiled, feeling as though the extremely intimate moment he was courting with his partner and son. He knew that he didn’t deserve to feel welcome here, by any means, and looked at his daughter to signal they needed to go.

“Popee, Kedamono, we appreciate your generosity and hospitality,” Papi said softly as he walked over to the little family, “Marifa and I will be going now.”

Marifa nodded, and went over to them.

“I am truly sorry, Kedamono,” Marifa said, the feeling of absolute love in her heart soaking her words. “I see how patient, kind, committed and wonderful you are to my brother and your son.”

She straightened her coat, and smelled her arm, which was coated with a jasmine perfume she placed upon her palms and arms and neck every morning.

Kedamono looked at her with her bright, curious eyes and said, “You are my family, too, Marifa. If you’ll allow me, without an impertinence in my request, or implication of intimacy.”

She placed her hand on his shoulder, and he smiled the jasmine. Her eyes were warm like the perfume and Popee noticed the two people he held very dear to his heart were no longer enemies at that moment.

“I see you this way, as family,” Marifa said quietly, her eyes tearing. “And I hope..” he voice quivered, making Popee go over to her closer and place his free hand on her back in comfort. “I hope to be as brave as you one day.”

She courtsied and smiled at her family.

She bent down and kissed her nephew on the forehead and said goodbye to them, as Papi looked on with a sense of pride.

Popee hugged his sister tightly and kissed her cheek, and waved goodbye to his father as they walked out of the house, content.

Marifa couldn’t wash away the new feeling of warmth within her. Papi felt a mixed sense of exacting determination and a nostalgic sadness—-knowing he wasn’t always there for his children, yet wanting so much for these relationships to spark up again in a real way, he told himself he would try his absolute best to understand and appreciate his children from then on. Kedamono showed an extreme sense of non-ego—-and it humbled the older father and grandfather deeply.

Popee and Kedamono shared an amorous gaze as they had finally left, a shared knowing look that said something passionate, and Popee said, “You look absolutely beautiful.”

Kedamono looked at him with a deeply sensual stare. “Thank you, my love.”

Popee bit his lower lip.

Kedamono leaned in to kiss Popee on the mouth again, this time, with a ravenous pull.

The night went on in a gentle manner and they talked and laughed and Kedamono explained how he decided to finally take off his mask.

Popee was sitting next to their son as he played with his toys as Kedamono relayed his logic.

“I have been terrified of my blood line for too long, Popee,” He started, and Popee nodded gently.

“Yes, I know,” Popee almost whispered, their lights in the living dimmed and he picked up their son to rock him gently. “Yet, what was so terrifing about you?”

“Nothing. Nothing,” Kedamono frowned. “But, I think I was always afraid of this even as my brain told me it wasn’t true… of her angry blood kicking into me, like my mother, and one day, I’d be harshly judged for her various crimes and temperament.”

“So, what changed your mind?” Popee asked, walking around as he cradled his son.

“You did. Your love.” Kedamono sighed. “I knew even as the whole world could judge and hate me, you’ll still love me. So, I was not afraid anymore.”

The direct, honest words hit Popee so deftly, he stood still and blushed deeply, placing two fingers over his lips, he caressed his own mouth, and told his boyfriend with his blue eyes what they will do later for such a heated conversation.

They put their son to bed in his room, singing a lullaby together as the young child fell asleep peacefully in his crib, smiling and happy until he closed his eyes.

They waited until late evening, and decided to make love.

They undressed and laid on their cool sheets. Popee put his hair down.

Kedamono lit scented candles in place of their normal lighting. They smelt of lavender and a fireplace, making them both feel more relaxed and comfortable.

Popee laid down on the bed, legs spread out so pleasingly, and Kedamono kissed his inner thighs, and placed direct licks and kisses throughout his blonde lover’s crevices and curves.

“You’re laid out all prettily for me, aren’t you, my love?” Kedamono swooned, moving closer to kiss the blushing blonde underneath him.

“All of me is yours, Keda, come take me…” Popee dared, kissing him in a sweet peck.

Popee opened his mouth and licked Kedamono’s lips, begging for entrance, and they deepened it with their tongues.

Kedamono felt his breath go fast, as he felt their hardening members press against each other. Popee took it upon himself to move against his lover, slow at first, then faster as they continued to kiss.

“Ohh, I l-love you, Keda,” Popee whimpered as Kedamono moaned deeply in their sensual and naked embrace.

“I’m so in love with you… so much… it’s killing me…” Kedamono responded, feeling the pace pick up, he cried out as Popee was holding onto his shoulders tightly while they rubbed their throbbing members against each other with growing intensity.

“Ahh… oh, Keda!” Popee almost yelled out, and Kedamono took it as a sign to stop. He wanted them both to last.

“Ohhh… why? Why are you…” Popee closed his eyes from the sudden lack of contact.

“To finger you, sexy,” Kedamono said in a sultry tone, making Popee smile sheepishly.

“Please… o-oh, please….” Popee whimpered as Kedamono got out their store bought couple’s oil to put on his fingers and gently rubbed one finger near his bottom in a circular, teasing way.

“Oh…You like that, gorgeous?” Kedamono whispered in his ear as he nibbled on the ear lobe.

“Mmm… Keda!” Popee moaned breathily, moving his legs in an more spread eagle fashion. “I want you inside of me… please…”

“Soon… wait..” Kedamono felt like his own arousal was so incredibly built up and painful, that he wouldn’t last too long, but this was their second time making love and he hoped he’d last longer than the first. He placed one finger inside and moved slowly.

Popee rocked his hips back and forth, his breath laboring.

“More..” Popee cried, and Kedamono waited a minute and gently added another finger.

He waited another two minutes of their subtle rocking before scissoring his two fingers, making Popee cry out loudly.

“Ahh! Ohh!” He pushed his weight against Kedamono’s body on top of him, making his fingers slam against his prostrate, making Popee reel in a deep rush of pleasure.

Popee screamed out his name, and Kedamono’s eyes widened.

This didn’t happen the first time they made love.

He thought briefly that practice made perfect.

“Watching you look at me with those sexy eyes makes me want you to make love to me all day and night…” Popee whispered as he stopped fingering him, and as he gently started to move into his blonde partner after applying a liberal amount of oil for lubricant on himself, feeling a rush hit his stomach and up to his heart.

“You really like my face?” Kedamono asked self consciously.

Popee leaned up as he prepared for Kedamono to slowly fuck him lovingly, and kissed his mouth with a raw bit of sexual emotion.

“I friggin’ adore that breathtaking face of yours… now… do me,” Popee said in a gruff way.

As he moved in fully, Popee moaned unabashedly, and rocked his hips faster against Kedamono’s hard member.

“Ohh, Popee, ah!” He moaned into his mouth. He saw that Popee was very hard himself and gently rubbed his aching member, making the blonde’s cries more and more desperate.

“I’m… I’m about to come!” Popee said in a tight whisper.

Kedamono bit his lip and positioned Popee’s body at an angle as he placed a pillow under his lower back.

“Ready for this, my darling?” Kedamono whispered, and as soon as Popee nodded, he slammed repeatedly onto that sweet spot, making them come in a huge burst of fervent music.

Popee was crying tears of bursting euphoria from how much pleasure he had been under, and Kedamono came ten seconds after Popee. The sight of Popee being under that amount of intense pleasure had sent him over the edge.

They kissed and cuddled and whispered warm loving words.

Popee touched Kedamono’s face, placing a physical memory of touch to his every design and imperfection, striking it into his memory.

They blew out the candles and slept well with the aroma of their euphoria hitting the air.