Dex laughed, peppering their face with little kisses until they were laughing too. “That’s hotandadorable.”
He shifted their position until they lay more on their back with his torso hovering over them. His eyes roamed over their face, like he was trying to memorize them, as he undid their braid and sifted his fingers through their hair.
“I won’t ever do anything you don’t want, and if you never want me to touch you there, that’s okay.” He traced their brows, then down the flat bridge of their nose. “But I gotta ask: do you not want me to go down on you because you’re afraidIwon’t like what I find down there?”
Sometimes, they hated how clearly he could see them, but they also loved him for it too. They stared at his chin, unable to meet his gaze as they shrugged.
“There were surgeries, when I was a baby,” they whispered as they traced his lips with their fingertips. “To try and fix things. There were complications, and not everything healed well. I have scars.”
He puckered his lips against the pads of their fingers. “Does it hurt?”
They shook their head. “Opposite.”
“What do you mean?” he asked gently.
Horribly embarrassed now, they swallowed thickly and ran their fingers down his throat and over the top of his chest. “They removed parts of my—of me. So I’d look more like a girl. But now, with the scar tissue and the missing pieces, sensation is dulled.”
“I’m sorry. They shouldn’t have done that to you when you were too little to consent,” he said, and they blinked away the responding tears. “Can you still come? Last night, I thought you did.”
“I was very aroused, which makes a difference, obviously.” They shaped his prominent pecs without looking at him; it was easier to speak candidly that way. “And I’ve figured out what works.”
His knuckle tapped under their chin, then hooked and pushed, forcing them to look at him. “I’d really like it if you showed me sometime.”
A flush of heat bubbled under their skin, and it was only forty percent embarrassment. “You want to watch me touch myself?”
Dex’s grin was all teeth. “Yeah, baby, I’d love to watch you touch yourself. Then you can teach me how, so I can make you come too. Only if you want me to,” he added, so sweetly.
“I don’t know,” theysaid honestly.
“That’s okay.” His forehead rested on theirs. “Can I make you feel good in other ways?”
Slowly, they nodded. “My nipples are very sensitive. Like, there’s been a few times that I was able to, um, climax that way,” they told him, and his eyes brightened with interest. “Which I know is kind of weird.”
“Not weird.” He shook his head, lowering his hand to circle their areola through the shirt. “Hot. Like, really hot.”
They smiled, gasping as he grazed the barest touch over their nipple. “Oh. Good. That’s… good.”
“Maybe”—he flicked their peaked nub with his fingernail, making them mewl—“I could go brush my teeth, and when I come back, we could try that?”
Their hands fisted in the short, downy fur of his chest as they trembled. “What about your sister? She’ll be awake soon.”
“She knows not to come into my room.”
His hips flexed, rubbing his erection into the curve of their hip as he boldly cupped their breast, thumb rolling over their nipple in earnest. Cya moaned, arching into him as pleasure rushed through their veins and settled low in their belly.
“Dex,” they gasped, and he growled in satisfaction.
He surged back in to kiss them, but their lips barely met before his alarm blared through the room, shattering the moment. They both groaned in disappointment, and Dex flopped over on the mattress, smacking the alarm clock harder than was probably necessary.
Throwing an arm over his eyes, he pouted like a little kid deprived of their favorite candy. “How irresponsible would I be if I skipped the game today to stay in bed and sex you up?”
With a full-belly laugh, Cya propped themself up on an elbow, peeking at the tent in his shorts where his erection strained against the fabric. A small damp spot darkened the material near the tip of his dick, his pre-cum soaking through, and pride filled their belly.
“Pretty irresponsible, I’d say,” they said, and he scowled up at them.
“But… sex,” he whined.
“How about you come over to mine after the game?” they suggested, fingers tip-toeing down his sternum to the ridges of his abs. “We can take advantage of my big, empty house.”
