This is a snippet from a longer piece of writing. Victor is a cis guy, Ben is a trans guy. In case of any confusion: in this story, I use both the words “dick” and “pussy” to reference Ben’s external and internal anatomy respectively.
Victor is lying back, head propped up slightly against the head of the bed. Ben is straddling his hips, and, he’s sure, blushing fire-engine red. His gaze travels from where Victor’s cock is lying, hard and fat, up the trail of dark hair on Victor’s belly; further, to his small brown nipples; further up, to his face— and Ben can’t do it; he covers his face with both hands and struggles to get a grip on his shyness.
“*Tell me what you want,*” Victor says. “Don’t— no, dude, stop covering your face. Let me see you.” He reaches up and draws Ben’s hands away, looking up into his flushing face. Victor’s eyes are wide, almost reverent. He’s looking at Ben as though Ben is something precious, as though he can’t bear not to look. “You’re so handsome, Ben. Start acting like it. Take what you want from me.”