The Key

Chapter 47

“I’ve got three.” He shrugged.

Deimos smiled and it was like seeing the sun rise. It was too pure. “Thanks, dude.”

“No problem.”

Mira wrapped an arm around Kalmin and snickered. “Hey, you know what we should do,” she said with a smirk. “We should have a Studio Ghibli marathon so Deimos can be initiated with us cool kids.”

Kalmin burst out laughing. “You’re incredible,” he blurted out.

Deimos made a face. “Am I joining a cult?”

“Basically,” Mira laughed.

He rolled his eyes and walked inside, tip toeing around Mira’s artworks. “Get out of bed, dinner’s ready.”

Mira whined and wrapped her other arm around Kalmin. Playfully, she tugged him down and they flopped onto the bed, hugging him tightly as Deimos approached. “I’m tired,” she whined with a sneer. Kalmin felt his face burn even hotter and he looked at Deimos to see if any of this was going overboard. But…that damn Greek god was just smiling at them and tugging Mira’s floppy arm.

“You dork, get up,” he groaned.

Mira whined and snuggled close to Kalmin. She giggled when Deimos grabbed Kalmin’s arm too and yanked both of them up. The three of them tumbled to the middle of Mira’s room in a fit of giggles and tangled limbs. Kalmin bumped right into Deimos, their faces close. For a moment, Deimos looked shocked until Mira popped her head between them. She snickered.

“It’s a Mira sandwich,” she joked.

“Don’t get any ideas,” Deimos said, deadpan.

“Are you guys finished making out?!” Raven called out suddenly from the veranda. “The burgers are going to go cold you jerks!”

Deimos and Mira snickered. “We’re coming,” Deimos called. They untangled their limbs and filed out the door. Mira left the trio to chat with Raven near the barbeque, hugging her from behind.

“Sorry, she’s a little touchy,” Deimos commented when they washed their hands in the sink. Kalmin looked up from wiping his hands, surprised and shook his head.

“No, it’s ok,” he said quickly. “She’s nice. You’re lucky.”

“You’re not dating anyone?”

“No.” Kalmin rubbed his neck. He hasn’t thought about dating anyone in a while, school and work gets in the way. “How long have you two been dating?”

“Just a month and a half.” Kalmin handed him the towel.

“Really? You guys seem really close,” Kalmin blurted out. Deimos smiled and rolled his eyes. He flashed his wrist, which had a gold friendship bracelet.

“We became friends in the winter and she likes to move fast,” he said bluntly.

“Cute bracelet,” Kalmin laughed.

Deimos smirked. “Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll earn one too.”

Both of them chuckled and exited out into the veranda. The table was set and overflowing with buns, patties, condiments and fries that smelled heavenly. Mira poured lemonade for the group, Raven and Renee were operating the barbeque and Annie was already digging in.

Dinner was nice.

Kalmin sat between Deimos and Raven and chatted amongst the group. Everyone in this house was so welcoming and casual. They were hilarious too, the banter and bits they did at the table a joy to witness. Raven and Mira re-enacted Annie and her boyfriend’s first Christmas miracle, which was dropping the turkey in front of Daniel’s parents, and Annie and Deimos joked about Mira’s worst day at work, which was being hit on by a fifty year old man. They chatted about past hilarious stories that left Kalmin’s gut hurting, and were eager to know more about Kalmin and the s**t he’s gone through. Mira and Deimos had already helped him feel a part of the group already, and he was glad to share the shitstorm parties he’s gone to, like the graduation party that ended up in figurative flames when the police stormed the place and Kalmin ended up on the side of the highway in a ditch with his teammates. He also talked about the cruel reality of frat houses and how most of the jerks in his house are actually all single and super desperate. The night was cool and moths danced around the light keeping the veranda bright as they all talked, relaxed and full, chatting about home, work and vacation they were going to embark on in only two days.

“There’s an island we can swim out to at the place we’re staying at,” Annie said happily. “Well, the strong swimmers. We’ve got a canoe for the weaklings.”

“Hey, rude,” Mira sassed. “Have you seen these arms? I’m a great canoer.”

They all chuckled.

“An island, huh,” Raven said. “Sounds romantic for the large amount of couples going on this trip.”

“Hey, rude,” Annie copied Mira’s tone.

“It’s only Kalmin and I who aren’t in a relationship in this dumb group.” Raven crinkled her nose.

Kalmin laughed. “Really?”

Raven groaned dramatically. “Yep. We’ve got: Gabriel and Aaron, Mira and Deimos, Annie and Daniel, Sophie and Rika, and Renee and Micheal. God, where’s my prince charming or queen to swipe me off my feet?”

“You’ll find someone,” Mira said softly. Raven grinned and ruffled her hair.

“Let’s hope so,” she groaned.

Raven was pretty, she’ll find someone.

After dinner was finally over, everyone pitched in cleaning up the veranda and washing the dishes. Raven, Annie, Renee and Mira were friends since middle school and it showed as they all joined in singing songs as they cleaned, Deimos and Kalmin exchanging reaction looks whenever they did something hilariously overdramatic like raising a huge dripping plate up in the air and singing the Circle of Life. Sophie and her girlfriend Rika came home afterwards and popped in to say hi to everyone before wandering into her bedroom. Annie, Deimos and Mira ended up in the living room after everything was clean and Kalmin was in the kitchen making cookies with Raven. She hummed as she worked, music a constant thing as it played softly from her phone. They decided to make M&M and chocolate chip cookies, and both of the mixed kids had to keep the kitchen on lockdown as Mira and Annie kept stealing the chocolate chips and M&Ms.

“Your house is crazy,” Kalmin laughed as he folded in the chocolate chips and M&Ms into the dough to Mira and Annie’s despair. (They were pouting in the living room watching him bake.)

“When it’s just the five of us, it’s the most insane,” Raven laughed, pulling out the cookie sheets.

“I’m amazed you guys have been able to stay together for so long.”

“Eight years is a long time,” she laughed. “I’ve known them for half my life. But what about you and Aaron? You two are close as well.”

Kalmin nodded. “We met in high school, so five years. Been through a lot.”

“God, I know how it feels, I’ve known Mira the longest. Ten years of my life with that i***t,” she snickered. “I love her to bits.”

“I love Aaron too,” Kalmin sighed. “I guess both of us are kind of going through the same thing.”

“Our best friends finding bester friends?”

He chuckled. “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” Raven sighed. She took the bowl from him and started scooping out the first batch. “It is a little lonely at first but they’re finding someone who loves them.”

Kalmin leaned on the counter and glanced at Deimos and Mira. They were cuddled up on the couch, silently watching whatever was on TV now.

“Do you think it’s going to work out between Gabriel and Aaron?” Raven asked suddenly.

Kalmin looked back at her. “I just want the best for both of them. And hey, maybe this road trip will be a good bonding experience for them.”

She nodded. “It’s going to be a bonding experience for all of us.”

“That sounds foreboding,” Mira commented. Kalmin jumped as Mira had suddenly appeared right beside him with a clean spoon in her hand. Raven laughed and immediately shielded the bowl of cookie dough away from her.

“Dude, chill,” Raven said as Mira crept up to her.

“Just one scoop!”

“You’re not seven! Wait until I’m done and then you can lick the whole bowl clean!”

“Raven!” Mira whined. Kalmin chuckled as they bickered, Raven finally letting Mira get a monstrous scoop. After the first batch was finished and in the oven, Raven had everything under control now and Kalmin wandered back into the living room. Mira had already cleaned her spoon and smiled at Kalmin as he sat down beside them.

“Hey,” she said happily.

“Hi,” he replied back.

For a bit, all four of them silently watched TV until Mira checked her phone and untangled herself from Deimos.

“What’s up?” Her boyfriend asked calmly.

“Gonna check on the paintings in the garage,” she murmured, walking around the couch.

“The paintings in the garage?” Kalmin blurted out.

Mira paused and smiled at him. “Yeah, you wanna see? They’re from the art party.”

“I’d love to,” he said quickly.

Their garage was very different from normal garages Kalmin has been in. Usually there was a car and shelves of storage but what he got was the remnants of the art party. Empty paint cans, water guns, soiled paint brushes, the occasional bright paint splatter and the little army of paintings lining the floors. They varied in size from printing paper to four feet wide, incredibly bright and colourful and contrasted strongly against the dull grey concrete. They were all an individual a burst of colour that ranged in styles from star-cluster splatters to stringy streaks. Some pieces looked like colourful rivers or psychedelic mountains or inverted galaxies. One piece in particular caught his eye for not only being the biggest piece in the collection but also the most intricate and detailed. Every millimetre of the piece was covered in tiny dots, tiny coloured stars. From far away, the dots molded into new colours, into clusters of shades of pink, blue and yellow, but up close they were all miniscule dots of several colours. Unlike the other works, there wasn’t any variation in shapes. They were all dots, no stringy lines or streaks or strokes of a paint brush. The painting looked like galaxies colliding, its stars swirling into an intergalactic tango, twirling and twisting and circling together. It was beautiful.

“Wow,” he said softly.

Mira walked over beside him and smiled. “I finished varnishing them this morning.”

“This is incredible,” he said, astonished. “You’re incredible.”

“It was a group effort,” Mira laughed.

Kalmin bent down to look at the detail in the work. Mira sat beside him, cross legged with her knees touching him. He asked about how she was able to get such fine dots and apparently the technique was by diluting the paints and tapping the brush’s handle instead of whipping the paint.

“Is this for any kind of exhibition?” He asked.

“No, this is just for fun. I might sell some but, I’m thinking of keeping this one,” she replied softly.

“Any reason why?”

Mira glanced at him and smiled. “For this one, we assigned each other a base colour. I was red and so all the shades of red, including pink, symbolize me in this piece.”

“I was blue,” a new voice interrupted. Deimos leaned against the door, staring down at the two in the garage. Kalmin couldn’t decipher that stare. Was he jealous? Was he indifferent? He walked over and sat beside him.

“Oh,” Kalmin said softly. He glanced down and noticed the pronounced blue and red in the piece and how the colours never really separated.

“Gabriel was yellow and Raven was purple,” Mira murmured. “Hey, I think you’d be a nice green.”

“Me?” Kalmin blinked. He looked down at the painting again and noticed there was an absence of green.

“Yeah, I can see that,” Deimos pondered out loud. “A rich green. Like pine forests.”

Mira nodded happily. “Yeah, yeah, a green that reminds you of home. Warm and soft.”

Kalmin blushed. “T-Thanks?”

The two of them chuckled. “It’s a compliment,” Mira said, leaning against him. Kalmin felt his face burn up and he rubbed his neck nervously. Mira and Deimos were great.

Too great.

Mira sat on Deimos’ lap, kissing him deeply. He groaned, his head dizzy and eyes distant as they parted, their faces flushed red and hearts beating fast.

God, it was hot.

The space between them, the air around them, the sheets they sat on, the breaths they made. Sweat dripped down Deimos’ chin and Mira licked at it. Inside her mouth was hot, between her thighs were hot, inside Deimos’ mouth was hot. In a daze, their lips connected again and Mira swirled her tongue around Deimos’. He twitched and shivered, his sweaty hands slipping under her shirt and ghosting up her spine. Deimos had a sensitive tongue and he liked deep kisses a lot. The look of his red and swollen lips excited Mira, and the noises he made were euphoric.

It’s been a while since they’ve just made out in his bedroom. Usually Mira has work or they’re over at Mira’s across town. And when stuff does get heated like this, it’s too damn hot or there’s the danger of roommates walking in. Summer has gone too quickly for both of them. Tomorrow they’re on the road and in America for a week. Then right after Deimos is going back to Greece for two weeks. Today and tonight is their last time to be together. And what a way to kick it off.

Throughout the month of getting to know Deimos’ body, Mira has noticed several things. He wasn’t joking when he said his n*****s were sensitive. He also wasn’t joking about his infatuation with lingerie sexually. And from their little night after the exhibition, he loved being fingered. But what Mira didn’t know was the amount of s*x toys he had. He liked being submissive to toys that brought him to that tipping point where he’s twitching and drooling in euphoria. He loved o****m delay. Teasing him to that very edge where he’s about to c*m and then forcibly pulling him back. He loves it. He loves pain. He loves teasing, he loves begging, and he loves s******g.

God, he was so hot.

The more Mira knew about Deimos’ sexuality, the more she craved him. Thirsted for him. Needed him. He and she fit perfectly together. Deimos knew more about her and her body as well. How she loved force on her or to her partner. How she loved kisses and hair pulling. How the nape of her neck was the most sensitive spot on her body for the exception of her c**t that Deimos paid attention to very well. His hands and lips touched and explored every inch of her, kissing and licking her toes, her arms, her lips, her breasts and especially between her legs. She admitted to him one night that she did like him going down on her and that was one of the best decisions in her life. But, most of all, Deimos loved the fact that Mira liked being dominant. He loved her on top of him, he loved her being in control and she loved him back immensely for letting her do that.

They fit together.

“Mmngh,” Deimos whined into her mouth and his hips shook. Mira parted lips and stared down at him. His lips were slightly open, eyes dewy and hair a hot mess. She smiled, bit her lip and slid her hands down his neck to his chest, teasing his n*****s through his clothes.

“It’s hot,” she murmured.

“It is,” he murmured back. His hands slid up to run his fingers through her wet hair. Both of them took a shower half an hour ago to cool off but it didn’t do anything to quell this heat.

“What do you want to do today?” Mira whispered into his ear, biting and sucking it afterwards. Deimos groaned and slipped both hands down her shorts to squeeze her ass.

“What do you want?” He muttered softly.

“Me?”

“Yeah.”

She hummed. “I’m ok with whatever excites you.”

His eyes went wide and he bit his lip softly. He was acting coy. And god, it made Mira want to shove him against the mattress and make out with him harder.

“What is it?” Mira smiled. She wanted to know everything that made him tick. She wanted to know what he lusted for. She wanted to know what turned him on.

He sucked in a breath when Mira leaned in closer, her hair slipping onto his face. “Can…Can I dress up? I got a cute babydoll and garters the other day…” His voice was small. Coy.

“Of course you can,” Mira chuckled. She kissed his nose and wrapped her arms around his head. “Anything else?”

His cheeks started to redden and shakily he sucked a breath. “C-Can you…fuck me?”

Mira blinked.

“I-I mean…m-maybe not actual pegging, b-but,” his voice was high and shaky. His face and ears were completely red now. Mira smiled and kissed him again.

“It’s ok, I’m fine with it,” she murmured. “I know what you mean.” Her hands slid down his arms, sending a shiver down Deimos’ spine. He whimpered and rested his head against her chest.

Deimos liked to be on the receiving end. Mira liked to give.

They fit together.

Slowly, Deimos walked out of the bathroom and into his bedroom again. Mira was sitting on his mattress patiently, a bottle of lube, condoms and his small little chest containing all his s*x toys beside her. His heart sped up when he realized she was just wearing grey Calvin Klein’s, leaning on one arm as she sat patiently on his bed. Her eyes clicked from her thighs to him in an instant, eyes widening in surprise when he stood a foot away from her. He felt his face burn and blood boil after seeing the sheer hunger in her eyes.

Mira and Deimos have only slept with each other three times this past month. Yes, those nights were long and amorous, but this was still very new to him. And only in those three times of deep make out sessions and mind-blowing fingering (Mira’s accord), Deimos has worn lingerie twice. He wasn’t used to showing this…side to him. The side that fantasized about being f****d deep and hard in lingerie. The side that fantasized about being s*****d in silk panties. The side that wanted to be eaten out in thigh highs.

Deimos wore a soft pink baby doll, translucent and silky with bows and velvet strings. He wore a matching garter that fit snug at his hips and on the garter belt in the middle right on top of his bellybutton was a silk pink bow. The pink straps also had cute little bows on the ends of them that held up his white thigh highs that were sheer and silky. This is what he wanted to look like to Mira. Cute, feminine. Soft, silky, smooth. He loved the way the babydoll was so freeing and soft against his n*****s. He loved how the garter looked on his thighs. He loved the smoothness of the thigh highs down his legs. He loved how Mira’s expression changed the instant he walked out the door. Nonchalant, unnerved. Then, god, absolutely livid. Hungry.

She made him want to bend over and let her s***k him all night long. She made his mind melt with just that animalistic stare. She made him weak in the knees with her kisses and roughness and energy.

“God,” Mira blurted out. Her smile was wide. She made him blush like a stupid i***t when she smiled so beautifully. She made him feel loved and accepted and excited for nights like these in lingerie. She loved this side of him.

Deimos bent down and kissed her. “Do…I look ok?” He asked softly. His cheeks were warm, he knew that. Mira ran her eyes down his figure again and stole one of his hands that were on her hips. Slowly, she slipped his fingers underneath her underwear and to her p***y. His head spun as he felt her wet, velvety warmth. She was dripping wet and it brought shivers down his spine. She loved this.

Quickly, their lips met again and Deimos pinned her to the bed. Mira smiled, disoriented and overwhelmed with Deimos’ sudden brashness in soft lingerie.

“You’re so f*****g…” Mira trailed off, her eyes searching through Deimos’. “Incredible.”

Deimos smiled and nuzzled their noses together. For a moment, they just pressed their foreheads against each other and sighed softly. Deimos could feel Mira’s heartbeat against her warm skin, quick and strong. He smelled her and she smelled like his body wash.

Then, slowly Mira opened her eyes and slid her hands up his thighs to his hips, rubbing his hips softly. She started to move and swiftly wrapped her leg around him to flip him over onto his back with a soft thud. She smiled into their next kiss, Deimos basically kissing her teeth as she giggled softly.

God f*****g dammit, she was precious.

Eventually, they melted back into the pace they had earlier and Mira’s experience brought Deimos weak. She knew how to make him go insane. Her roughness was exciting as she yanked Deimos’ hands up and pinned them to the bed, leaving him open to her punishing lips on his skin. His legs twitched when her tongue licked down his figure to his n*****s. Shamelessly, she licked and sucked at his n*****s through the sheen babydoll, her hot saliva dripping through the soft fabric. Mira loved his n*****s to the point it was disorienting. His c**k throbbed as she teased them, his panties getting tighter and tighter more and more.

As he bit his lips to stifle his moans, Mira dipped lower and lower, licking and sucking and dirtying his babydoll as she went. When she kissed his stomach, he twitched and brushed his hard erection against her, Mira lovingly giving back by rubbing her breasts against his c**k. She kissed and sucked at his stomach and her hand slid to his panties. He groaned out, feeling her fingers through the fabric of the lace panties. He gasped when Mira slipped her hands into his underwear and found his puckering pink hole. Mira’s fingers were hot.

“Do you want to take off the panties or keep them on?” Mira whispered into his ear when she swirled her fingers around his entrance. His toes curled at the overwhelming sensation. God, he wanted her to f**k him. He wanted to be held and rammed into. He wanted to be f****d into the mattress.

He wanted so much more.

“T-Take them off b-but leave the babydoll,” he whimpered out. Mira obliged ever so eagerly, unbuckling his garter belt and slipping off his panties. She threw them across the room and went back to kissing Deimos as he widened his legs further for Mira to explore. She squeezed lube onto her fingers before she began fingering him slowly. His thighs quivered as she softened him up, gentle and slow with kisses planted all over his body. Pangs of pleasure bubbled in him and he reacted a little bit too loudly when Mira rubbed his sweet little spot. She smirked at him and explored deeper inside of him that left him twitching and moaning louder than he wanted to. His toes curled up when she started to quicken her pace and stretch him a little bit wider.

“Feeling good?” Mira purred. She loomed above him, dark eyes trained on him as he twitched and shivered to her fingers.

“F-f**k me,” he groaned, throwing his head back.

She hummed and stretched his throbbing hole particularly wide. He gasped when a third finger was added. “You’re still f*****g tight,” she growled.

Mira swearing was turning into a kink he couldn’t live without. He bit his lip and let her continue her torturously slow pace finger-f*****g him. She ended up lacing her hand into one of his as she licked and bit at his n*****s through the babydoll, all while f*****g him deep and slow in the ass with her fingers. It was truly a scene out of Deimos’ fantasies. It seemed too unreal to be true.

“M-Mira,” Deimos gasped out. His mind was swirling and his thighs felt like jelly.

“Yeah?” She said softly, lifting her lips up from his swollen and sensitive n*****s.

“P-Please,” he whimpered and widened his legs for her. “P-Please f**k me harder.”