Chapter 4 #4
Because, okay, yes, maybe he actually did enjoy this.
He loved the way Aspen’s lips stretched around the thicker part of the dildo, and the way they squirmed their hips against the blanket every few moments.
Occasionally, Noah’s hips would stutter, desperately seeking friction, and Aspen would tighten their hands on Noah’s ass, urging him forward.
Finally, Aspen managed to choke themself on the dildo, and they laughed around the length, attempting to deep throat it again with tears and mirth in their eyes. Noah canted their hips back, and the dildo fell out with a lewd-sounding pop.
Aspen’s laugh, now much more audible, was gravelly and unfairly sexy. “When I said I wanted you to teach me about nonheteronormative sex, that was definitely not what I’d been picturing.”
Noah’s stomach sank, and he opened his mouth to apologize when Aspen jerked forward and blew a raspberry on Noah’s stomach. He squealed and tried to back away, but Aspen grabbed his hips and peppered kisses all over the slight swell of his belly.
“That’s not a bad thing, babe,” they said, placing a long, wet kiss next to his belly button. “I thought it was pretty fucking awesome, actually, but I’m ready for more.”
Noah’s dick throbbed, and he reconsidered the vibe. He should probably at least show Aspen how it worked, right?
The part he’d left out of his explanation was that he liked to be in control when topping, and sometimes a vibe, or a textured base, would distract him to the point he lost himself a bit.
That was also why he didn’t bottom very often.
He’d had some…not great experiences while still identifying as a woman in college.
The sense of control made him feel safer.
But the thing was, he trusted Aspen just as much as they seemed to trust him. Aspen gazed up at him, their chin resting on his stomach, and he felt a little desperate to prove their trust was well-founded, even if only to himself.
“Do you want me to prep you with my fingers?” he asked.
He caught Aspen’s chin in his hand so he could bend down and press his lips to theirs, drinking in their whispered “yes.”
“Okay,” he said, patting their bare thigh. “Scoot up on the bed, I’m just going to grab something.”
He hurried back over to his desk and grabbed the vibe that came with the harness and slotted it into place before pulling out his half-empty bottle of lube. When he turned around, he found Aspen splayed out across the bed, in a very un-sexy pose.
That is, until they began absently playing with their dick. As Noah watched, they managed to find a sensitive spot, and they gasped, their back arching off the bed in a way that made Noah’s fingers ache to grab their hips.
Aspen looked down the length of their body and made eye contact with Noah. A small smirk appeared on their lips as their hand picked up speed. They only got halfway into moaning Noah’s name before he was on top of them, pressing their bodies together as their mouths found each other again.
It was hard to believe that this sexy person, with a tongue that danced like sin, and lips that felt like pillows, was their best friend. They’d spent hundreds if not thousands of hours together, and that whole time, this fire was slowly building between them.
Noah felt it burning across his skin everywhere he and Aspen were touching. He ran his hands up and down the curves of their hips, grasping at the meat of their ass as they explored each other's mouths.
With a soft groan, Aspen grabbed Noah’s hand and threaded it between their bodies. “Need you,” Aspen gasped into the kiss, and Noah teased his fingers over the tip of their dick.
“Do you like just the tip being played with?” Noah asked, swirling his fingers, before fitting Aspen’s dick between his middle and pointer finger. “Or do you like it to be stroked like this?”
Aspen groaned, thrusting up against Noah’s hand. “Yes.”
“So, no preference?” Noah asked as he began to strum his middle finger over their dick. It reminded him of playing the ukulele in the living room of their sorority house. Aspen loved the sound of it, but had no idea how to play it, so Noah had taught himself a few songs to play for them.
Surprisingly strong hands grabbed Noah’s ass and forced him to begin moving, rutting his hips and the dildo against Aspen’s stomach.
“You. Touching my dick. That’s my preference,” Aspen panted, pressing up against Noah until each thrust of his hip ground the unmoving vibrator against his dick.
A desperate noise escaped Noah’s mouth, and Aspen moaned. “Fuck, of course you make the sexiest noises,” they said. “Words are sexy, voice is sexy–ugh!”
Aspen writhed underneath him, and Noah had no idea how to respond to any of that. Were his words sexy? He wasn’t trying to be. He was just trying to help Aspen gauge what they liked.
“Uhm, thank you?” Noah said, and Aspen’s next groan sounded almost pained.
“Right, I forgot you have no idea how attractive you are. I guess it figures that applies to this as well.”
Noah felt his cheeks heat, and he buried his face in Aspen’s neck. Aspen stopped guiding his hips and instead reached down to grab his wrist and push it lower. “Three fingers to prep.”
Right, he was supposed to be leading the way for Aspen’s first time sleeping with someone who wasn’t a cis het guy. This wasn’t about Noah, at least not tonight.
Noah ran his fingers through the wetness between Aspen’s folds before gently working a finger inside.
They were so warm and tight. As he always did when he was given the privilege of being inside another person, he closed his eyes and tried to enjoy every sensation, from their walls clenching as he stroked his finger in and out, to the feeling of their body giving way and opening around his second and then third fingers.
Aspen made an obscene amount of noise as he fingered them open. It made sense that they would be just as loud in bed as they were in life. Noah was a little too focused on prepping them, but the second he got his dildo inside them, he wanted to begin to learn what each of their sounds meant.
“Babe, I am so beyond ready,” Aspen panted, grabbing for his wrist again.
“You feel good,” Noah said, mimicking their words from earlier.
Aspen yanked his hand out and shoved him up onto his knees. Their eyes were the same pretty brown Noah knew, but their smile was almost feral.
“So do you, babe. Your fingers are fucking incredible. Some day very soon, I want you to finger me through as many orgasms as you can wring out of me, but today, I am learning about straps.”
Something very interesting happened to Noah’s heart. It jumped up into his throat and then swooped down into his dick. He was left momentarily immobilized, but thankfully, Aspen maneuvered him into position between their legs.
Noah’s eyes went everywhere, from the openness between Aspen’s legs, to the slick on their thighs, and the desperate curve of their lips. He wanted to kiss them and wrap himself around them like a vine.
Thank god Aspen had said they wanted to do this again. Noah didn’t think he’d ever be able to get enough of the sounds they made when he slowly slid the dildo into them.
“Fuck!” Aspen cried, arching their back to take in more of the purple length. Noah flexed his hips, pushing forward until he bottomed out, his boxer-clad thighs pressing against Aspen’s ass.
“Asp,” he whispered, gripping their dick between his thumb and middle finger and giving it an experimental rub.
Aspen shuddered and bucked their hips. “More!”
Noah snapped his hips, loving the way Aspen responded with their entire body. They pressed their feet into the mattress and arched up to meet Noah’s next stroke as their hands flew out to the side, crumpling up the blanket in their fists.
He waited until he worked them up to a steady rhythm before reaching for the vibe.
“This is when I turn the vibrator on if I’m going to use it.
Want to get my partner going first, then we can both lose ourselves a little,” Noah said, and Aspen lifted up on one arm to watch Noah adjust the vibrator so he could click it twice before slotting it back into place.
The pleasure was instantaneous, and it only got better as he picked up the pace.
Aspen rolled their head to the side and peered up at Noah through their blue fringe. “Oh, babe…does it…feel good for you?”
“Yeah, it feels really good. You feel really good.”
He ran both hands down and around Aspen’s back until he could grip their hips. Aspen lifted their knees to their chest, and Noah sank into them even further.
Aspen made a guttural noise and began rocking against the dildo, moaning each time it pressed up towards their belly. Noah took the hint and began thrusting up, using his grip on their hips to slam Aspen down with each thrust.
“I’m–I’m gonna come,” Aspen gasped, dropping one of their legs to swirl their fingers over their dick.
Noah tried to memorize the movement, but as Aspen tightened around the dildo, it pressed the vibe against Noah’s dick in the perfect way, and his brain short-circuited.
His hips kept moving on autopilot, and Aspen came with a keening sound, only for Noah to follow a moment later.
He managed to pull out of Aspen and turn off the vibe, but the room spun as Aspen grabbed him and swung him around to lie down on his back.
“This is awesome, I need to get myself one of these! What brand is it? Do you prefer this over others? What about the vibe?” Aspen asked, barely breathing between questions.
Meanwhile, all Noah could do was close his eyes and let his best friend–his lover?–yank at the harness, tugging the straps in a seemingly random pattern until they finally managed to loosen it enough to remove it.
Sometimes after sex, Noah would crash pretty hard.
He liked to be cuddled and held, so he knew he wasn’t just some sex toy that could be used and thrown away.
Aspen didn’t exactly hold him, but as they kept talking a mile a minute, they threw out praise and compliments amidst their chattering.
They also kept a hand on him at all times, stroking his stomach, arms, and cheek.
When Noah felt soft lips on his, he tried to lift a hand to catch Aspen’s face, but it was like trying to grasp the tide. Aspen slipped back out of his reach and began making a lot of grunting and shuffling noises, presumably trying on the harness.
Noah should probably get up and help so they didn’t tangle themself in it. It was an extra small, but the straps were fairly adjustable. He had a more standard-sized harness somewhere. Maybe he should find it for them?
Familiar fingers began stroking through his hair, and he lost his last remaining hold on consciousness.
“Thank you for making my first experience perfect. I can’t wait for more,” Aspen whispered, right as Noah dropped off to sleep.