We stay up late, laying next to each other- nude- on our stomachs. You’re propping yourself up a little on your elbows and I’m pillowing my head in crossed arms, listening to you quietly. You talk of outer space, and how scientists can tell what elements and gases are in the atmospheres of different planets and stars. I interrupt you softly.
“But what does it all matter?”
You turn to me with a smile, scooting closer. I roll over on instinct and you bring an arm over me, holding your chest above mine with our eyes and lips aligned.
“Human beings are endlessly in search of knowledge,” you state it like a fact.
“I’m not,” I bring a hand up to your hair. You lean down and kiss me.
“You are. There’s all sorts of kinds of knowledge.”
I’m not in the mood for philosophy. Your cock looks about ready to go again if I give you a nice bit of head though. You can read my intent in the way I lick my lips, and you move off me, spreading your legs as I reorient myself between them.
“What is it about sucking cock that you like anyway?”
I roll my eyes at you. “You want me to answer that or do you want me to suck your cock?”
You grab a fist full of my hair and guide my mouth down in reply. I take your cock between my lips, running my tongue all over and around the head before going down on the shaft. You loosen your grip on my hair and softly groan as I bob my head up and down on you. I love that sound. I love the way I feel your cock lengthening and hardening inside my wet mouth, going rigid against my tongue, and the taste of your precum as I pull off with a sloppy pop. You take me by the hands and invite me up into your lap. I take a seat, straddling your torso. Your hard cock pressed up between the wet lips of my boycunt. You hold me by the waist.
“Where do you want me to cum, babe?”
“Inside me, of course.”
“But that’s so predictable. Why not try something different?”
“It’s not *that*, predictable. You might knock me up this time.”
“What is it about pregnancy risk that turns you on?”
I lean back, falling down to the bed and bringing you with me. You can tell I don’t want to answer. What kind of a man wants to get pregnant, after all? That’s not supposed to be possible.
Transness defies that. It defies everything. You could come out to me as a woman, or agender, or something else, tomorrow and it wouldn’t change much in terms of who you are, what we are, or what our bodies are capable of.
I feel your cock sliding into me. Your hands knead at my waist and your mouth comes down to suck one of my nipples. I close my eyes, let out a moan, and let you have me.
We turn our thoughts down for now. The only thing I can think of is the feeling of your cock pistoning inside me. The constant feel of my inner walls coming together, then being forced apart, over and over as you strike something pleasurable deep inside me. I’d wonder what you thought about at moments like this, but I don’t wonder about much except for when you’re going to cum.
At the last moment, you pull out. Your hot semen comes out in ropes over my stomach. I gasp in surprise when your cock pops out. You grunt and jack yourself off over my body. I wait until you’re done before looking at you.
“Why’d you pull out?”
You shrug, “I wanted to try something different.”
I let out a sigh as you start eating your cum off of me. I’d ask you what about eating your own cum turns you on, but if you actually answered I’d feel pressured to answer your earlier question too. It’s best to just… change the subject.
“So, you were saying about different kinds of knowledge… Obviously, there’s scientific knowledge, and subsets of that like medical knowledge and physics and biology-”
“Really? We’re back to this? You don’t wanna talk about cum eating or something instead?”
“*No*, I don’t.”
I shove you off and roll back onto my stomach. You laugh. Maybe at me, maybe at nothing. I don’t care. You’re next to me on your stomach and elbows again a second later.
“Yeah. There’s science, and then there’s stuff like music and linguistics. And personal knowledge, like how we know ourselves to be ourselves, and identifying our thoughts and feelings.”
I frown, “I’m not in the mood for philosophy.”
You laugh again, “Why didn’t you just say so?”
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