He slowly blinks his eyes open and looks at me.
“I need you to tell me if I do something wrong, okay?”
“Sure,” he breathes, pulling at my shirt impatiently.
“I mean it. You need to tell me if there’s something you don’t like or if there’s something that triggers you.”
His face sobers, and he nods. “I promise, Caleb. I will.”
“Good. Now take your shorts off.”
He nods eagerly and starts unzipping his shorts. I’m rock hard, and as I watch him pull down his shorts, I cup myself, squeezing my length. “Shit, sweetheart. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”
His shorts are now gone, and he’s in a pair of white boxer briefs. My mouth waters; his golden, tanned skin is such a contrast to the crispwhite. His toned thighs are dusted with darker blond hair, and I can just make out a happy trail where his shirt has ridden up.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I blurt, my eyes feasting on his body. “So damn beautiful.” Kayden whimpers, his hand flying to his crotch, grabbing his dick outside his briefs. I pull off my T-shirt, discarding it on the floor behind me as I drop to my knees. Kayden’s thighs widen, welcoming me, and I move between them, placing my hands against his heated skin. He trembles, closing his eyes as his head drops back against the couch. My hands move up his thighs, the feel of him beneath my fingers taking my desire to unprecedented levels. I can’t get over how responsive he is, like his body is so tuned into mine, almost a natural extension of me. When I move, he moves. When I sigh, he sighs. My exhale mingles with his, and we share one breath. It makes me feel like he’s mine, like he always was.
“Please.” His hips shoot forward, his hands digging into the couch on each side of him. I can smell him from here, his arousal so heady. Leaning in, I bury my face against his hip joint and breathe him in. His scent wraps around me, and my dick thickens in my pants. Fuck, I could come like this, just smelling him, feeling his body vibrate underneath me. I dip out my tongue and lick along the soft skin of his inner thigh, my teeth grazing this sensitive part of him. He blubbers a string ofpleasesandshitsandCalebs. I nuzzle his hip, and he widens his thighs, inviting me in. My fingers snake underneath his briefs, and he hisses when I graze something hard. I dive in, burying my face against the outline of his dick.
“Caleb,” he moans. “Ahhh, that’s so nice.”
“Yeah? You like my mouth on your dick?” I stick out my tongue and trace the outline of his hardness through the cotton fabric. I think he’s wearing a packer, because I read that a lot of trans guys do. I’m pretty sure this is not Kayden’s real dick, but I can tell it spurs him on whenever I call it his dick, so I keep doing it.
“Yes,” he gasps. “I love it.”
I rub my tongue back and forth against his dick, and he moves with me, his body so in sync with mine.
“Can I see you?” I ask, and he nods.
“Yes.Please.”
I slide my hands up his hips and wrap my fingers around the waistband of his briefs. Kayden watches me intensely, drops of sweat beading along his forehead, his hair damp in places. He’s so aroused, and it’s the biggest fucking turn-on. I start sliding the briefs down his hips. He lifts his ass when I tap the outside of his thigh. His gaze is fixated on mine the entire time. His hand moves to his crotch, and when I pull off hisbriefs the rest of the way, he holds his packer against him. I slide the briefs down his thighs and further down his muscular legs, then place them on the floor next to me. Kayden’s gaze flickers all over the place as he clutches the packer against his crotch.
“Hey.” I slide my hands up and down his thighs, kneading the skin. “It’s okay.” I lean down and press a line of kisses against his hip. He moans again, his body surging toward me. I look up at him and find his eyes wide and worried.
“You still with me, sweetheart?” I murmur against his skin, and he nods. “You know we can stop at any time. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. We’ll get there eventually.”
His eyes are shining, the blue all watery. “Thank you,” he says.
“For what?”
“For making me feel… like a guy.”
“Youarea guy. A gorgeous fucking guy, K.”
He smiles at me, and my heart nearly stops with how beautiful he is when he looks at me like that.
“Can I…” I nod at where his hand is resting on his packer. “Can I see you? Underneath your packer?”
His eyebrows lift at my words. “My pac-ker?” he stammers.
“Yes.” I draw circles on his thighs, hoping my touch will keep him with me.
“You know what it’s called?” Surprise tints his voice.
I shrug. “Yes. I wanted to be prepared so that I can, you know, make it good for you. And not trigger you.” Suddenly, I feel strangely self-conscious. It’s true. I really just want to be good for Kayden, to make him feel safe and seen and give him the best kind of experience I can. Because this is new to me, too. I’ve never been with a trans guy before, and I don’t want to fuck it up.
He reaches out and brushes his fingers through my bangs. “Thank you, Caleb.” His blush deepens, and then he slowly pulls his packer to the side and places it next to him on the couch.