I love being on my knees for you. Feeling your hands on my head. Your fingers winding in my hair, pressing my mouth further down on your cock. Tasting your sweet nectar that coats my chin. There’s no way this wouldn’t be messy.
Your breath hitches deep in your throat.
“Fuck, baby.”
I look up at you. Your eyes are closed, your head tilted back. Your mouth open just enough for the moan to escape. The stubble on your chin catches the light. Dark shading against your dark skin.
I close my eyes— the better to breathe in the scent of you. The rich musky taste of your cock and your cunt. The way you coat my tongue.
I can feel your pulse with every movement of my lips. The way your press against me insistently. How the warmth spreads as you get closer to climax.
Watching you in ecstasy is exquisite. The way your back arches, the way your legs spread wider. The way the curls of hair nestle against the scars that criss-cross your chest. I’m enveloped in every way.
The T makes your cock so sensitive. Light flicks and sucks of my tongue on your head and under your hood make you moan and gasp.
When I ask if you want me to put a finger in you, you respond by grabbing my hand and thrusting my fingers deep inside you. You’re soaking. Dripping down my palm and wrist with eagerness.
*God, you taste good.*
You spread your legs further and push against my mouth, getting me to fuck you harder.
*How can I say no?*
The grunts and moans that come with each thrust are more than worth it. I’d do anything to make you feel good. You pull harder on my hair, until there is nothing outside of this existence. Me, between your legs, sucking your cock.
Your gasps come faster now. Your hips bucking against my face, the juice from your cunt makes me into more of a mess. Now isn’t the time to pull back. Now is the time to continue.
*How can I do anything but continue with enthusiasm?*
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
You harden even more in my mouth and I can feel how close you are, how warm you are, the blood and passion rushing beneath your skin.
“FUCK.”
Your back arches as you pull my face deep into your cunt, between your legs. I can’t breathe. I don’t want to.
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This is an explicitly queer, explicitly transgender piece. These are the terms that I use to refer to *my* trans body, which does not mean that they are universal to all trans experiences. Please be respectful.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i0g01a/transcensendence_pov_t4t_body_worship