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He moves lower, lavishing kisses down the line of my stomach. He buries his nose against the soft curls on my pelvis before finally dipping even lower.

“Fuck,” I gasp out as Rodney licks across my dick. My knees tighten around his ears but that doesn’t seem to faze him. If anything, it spurs him further into action. He wraps his lips around my cock and sucks it gently. I bury my fingers in his hair and keen with pleasure.

“This is okay, right?” Rodney asks, pulling back and looking up at me from his place between my legs, his hands gripping my hips and keeping them open. He curls his legs up in the air, swinging them back and forth. The sight makes me laugh out loud and affection curls around my heart. I love him. I love this manso fucking much.

“Yes,” I tell him with a nod. “Please, keep going. I wanna come on your tongue.”

“Yippee!”

“Oh my god,” I say with a startled giggle, ready to yell at him for being such a dork, but before I can, he’s diving back in. His tongue dips between my folds, moving lower to lick at the source of my wetness. Rodney groans, like the taste of me is turning him on. It feels so good and I ride my hips down, pushing further into his mouth.

His legs are still up in the air but I can tell he’s grinding himself against my bed, so turned on to be allowed to eat me out. The sight leaves me breathless and lightheaded. My arousal grows with every pass of his tongue until I’m right on the edge.

“Please,” I gasp out, gripping his hair even tighter. “I’m so close, Rodney. Please. Suck my cock.”

Rodney moves his mouth back to my cock, taking it into his mouth. He lavishes his tongue back and forth over the hard bud. The wet warmth of his mouth feels so fucking good. God, I’m so close. The pit of my stomach grows heavy and tense, my entire body surging with pleasure. Just a little more.

“Fuck,” I cry out as Rodney sucks my dick once more. The suction is just right and it throws me over the edge, my body tensing and releasing over and over. I can feel myself gushing with slickness against Rodney’s chin but I can’t even care, too overwhelmed with how good that feels mixed with the little breathy noises of pleasure coming from between my legs.

Rodney pulls back but he doesn’t go far, licking me over and over with soft, barely there licks. He cleans me up with his mouth, the greedy man, doing his best to get every last drop.

“Jesus Christ, Rodney.”

Rodney finally pulls away from my groin, sitting back on his heels. The front of his sweatpants are dark with wetness and I’m not sure if it’s from rubbing against me or from his precum. Probably a mixture of both. Fuck, that’s hot.

“Was that okay?”

“Was that--” I shake my head, letting out a little chuckle. “That was fucking amazing. You were so good at that.”

“Enthusiasm over technique,” he says with a grin. “Fuck, you tasted so good, Pete. We are so doing that again. And again. Andagain.” A shiver goes through me at the intensity of his words.

“Anytime you want,” I tell him, unable to keep the smile off my face. “Now get naked so I can return the favor.”

Rodney scrambles off the bed for a moment, pulling his sweats and boxers down. My mouth waters at the sight of him, completely naked before me. I sit up on my knees, holding out my hands for him. He gets onto the bed and I shove him down, reversing our positions.

“You aregorgeous. The amount of boners I’ve gotten from you walking around our apartment shirtless,” I murmur, more to myself than to him.

“Same,” he says, covering his face with his hands. “After you had top surgery, you stopped wearing a shirt any time you were at home. I couldn’t stop staring.”

“I thought you were being weird about my incisions or the fact that I have no nipples.”

“No. Never.” Rodney’s hands move over my stomach, over my chest, then down my arms so he can lock our fingers together. “I love you,” he says softly. “Every part of you. Every scar. Every decision that led us to right here, right now. You’re perfect, Pete.”

The breath is stolen from me. “I love you too,” I tell him right away, leaning down to kiss him. I adjust myself so I’m straddling Rodney’s lap, his cock fitting perfectly against my own. I’m still so fucking wet that when I move against him, we slide together just right. His cock catches on mine, sending shivers down my spine.

We frot against each other, moaning into each other’s mouths, our hands caressing each other’s skin. This feels like a dream, and I never want to wake up.

“You feel so good,” Rodney says against my lips. “Fuck, Pete.”

“You too,” I breathe out. Leaning back, I scoot until my pelvis is pressed against the base of his cock. Then I take his cock in my hand, stroking him. From this angle, it almost looks like I’m stroking my own cock, like Rodney’s ismine.

A surge of emotion rushes through me, warming me from the pit of my stomach and running outward. Gender euphoria. Fuck. I stare down at the place where our bodies meet, stroking just a little bit faster.

“Pete. You’re gonna make me come,” Rodney says with a groan of pleasure, his head falling back against the pillow. His hands grip my thighs, holding me tight.

My hips do tiny little circles, rubbing my dick against him as I stroke him, my brain still latching onto the sight below us. My body tenses and pleasure pools hotly in my pelvis. The dick in my hand hardens impossibly further and a moment later, I watch as Rodney begins to come.

A broken noise leaves my throat. “Mine,” I growl out as I follow Rodney over the edge, close enough to his release that my brain can pretend it’s my cum pooling against his belly, that it’s my seed marking him.

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