Keigo’s first message of the evening was soft—sweet enough to make your chest warm.

Keigo 🪽: Miss you. Feels too quiet without you here.

You smiled, thumbs hovering over the keyboard to tease him, but then another text came through—much less innocent.

A picture. His arm, flexed, shirt sleeve pushed up, bicep ridiculous and glistening from a recent workout.

Keigo 🪽: Just finished training. Imagine these holding you close.

A beat.

Keigo 🪽: …or holding you still.

Your breath caught.

You adjusted the hem of his shirt—your “house uniform”—and glanced down at your bare thighs. The ribbon you’d tied just above one of them earlier was still in place.

You lifted your phone and snapped a picture: thighs pressed together, one wrapped with the soft ribbon, his shirt hanging loose and teasing.

Then you typed:

You ❤️: Imagine THESE around you 🫶🏻 Or Imagine these on your face. While you lie down.😊

Sent.

He opened it in less than a second.

Read. Typing… Stopped. Typing again.

Keigo 🪽: Baby. Come on.

You smirked.

Then:

Keigo 🪽: You know I’m already warm. Don’t do this to me.

He never said “in heat,” but he didn’t need to. His clinginess, the way his messages turned breathless—dead giveaways.

Another ping.

Keigo 🪽: That ribbon… You’re trying to kill me.

A pause.

Then the one that made your knees weak:

Keigo 🪽: If I were home right now, I’d have your thighs on my shoulders. While I’m lying back. Letting you sit on my face like you were made for it.

Your heartbeat slammed against your ribs.

Typing again—

Keigo 🪽: I want that. I want you. Right here.

You barely recovered before another message appeared:

Keigo 🪽: I’m heading home.

You: Thought you had paperwork?

Keigo 🪽: It can rot. You can’t send me pictures like that and expect me to stay away.

You: How long?

Keigo 🪽: Give me five minutes. And keep your thighs ready. I’m putting my head right there the second I walk in.

You laughed, face burning.

You ❤️: You love my thighs too much.

He sent one last message before you heard him literally running down the hallway through your phone speaker:

Keigo 🪽: Yeah? Well I want them around my face when I tell you how much I love you.

And then:

Keigo 🪽: Unlock the door. I’m almost there.