Chapter 5 #2
Noah stopped his tracing, waiting for Aspen to answer, but they didn’t know what to say. They pressed up into his hand, forcing his fingers to skirt along the swell and up to their achingly hard nipple.
“Yes?” Noah asked, and Aspen pressed up again. Noah smiled, soft and understanding. “Sometimes?”
Aspen nodded aggressively, and Noah swooped down and dropped a kiss on their lips and then another on their straining nipple.
There was something almost reverent in the way he closed his eyes and pressed his soft lips to one of Aspen’s most contentious parts.
It almost made them believe Noah’s words. That they were…gorgeous.
“Fuck–can we–please,” Aspen whimpered, scrambling for the hem of their shirt.
Noah helped them get it off, then rearranged them so Aspen was lying between his spread legs, their back against his chest. He wasted no time in getting two handfuls of their tits.
They were too big to fit in his hands, but he managed to cover the top third or so.
Aspen loved the way it looked, with their flesh pushing up between his fingers.
It looked like they belonged to him. Like he wanted them just as much as they wanted him, even at fuck-thirty in the morning when he could be sleeping instead.
Aspen squirmed against his hands, and he squeezed them a few times, making a low, satisfied noise in his chest. It made his ribs vibrate against Aspen’s back, like some sort of sexy proof of his arousal.
When he released Aspen’s tits, they started to whine, but he immediately opened his hands, rubbing his palms in a circular motion.
“Oh fuck,” Aspen moaned as Noah worked both their nipples to razor-sharp peaks.
Noah kept playing with them, teasing with his fingers, gently scratching with his nails, and pinching just often enough to keep Aspen guessing.
They were unbearably hard and wet, and they tried to rub their thighs together, but Noah wrapped his legs around theirs, placing his heels against Aspen’s knees and forcing their legs open.
“Noah–”
“I’ll get to your pretty dick in a moment,” he murmured, directly into their ear.
Aspen’s entire body quaked as Noah pinched both nipples and somehow pressed Aspen’s legs even wider. They felt their folds open and slick leaked out of their hole onto Noah’s formerly clean sheets.
A funny thought occurred to them, and they couldn’t help but share. “Dick, hole, tits, and nips. I guess four-letter words are my kryptonite,” Aspen said, giggling at the absurdity.
“Well, you do like the numbers three and four.”
That damn butterfly took flight, blocking out Aspen’s windpipe until they had to gasp desperately for breath.
How had this amazing man been right in front of them for half their life? How had they missed all the signs?
Probably because their head was too far up Ethan’s ass.
Ew. What a visual.
“Noah, please,” Aspen whined, squirming against his legs, trying to get their focus back on the here and now, not the frustrating past.
“Fingers?”
“Yes! Please, I need it,” Aspen cried, completely unashamed that they were basically begging. Noah felt so good wrapped around them, almost as if their weighted blanket was a very clingy octopus that also made them feel good. Sexually…but also emotionally.
The butterfly gave an affirmative flutter in their chest. It wasn’t just that Noah was good at sex; it was that he was good at sex with Aspen.
He was able to interpret Aspen’s disjointed thoughts about their body and even helped Aspen name their parts.
As he dropped his hand between Aspen’s legs, he found the most sensitive part of their dick and stroked them until they started begging for real.
“Please, Noah, please,” they whined, savoring the way his name felt in their mouth.
This was better than any wish, dream, or fantasy.
Their best friend, the person they’d loved and trusted for so long, was now stroking his fingers inside them like he’d studied a map.
He was holding their tit like a prized possession, and he kept dropping absent kisses on Aspen’s head like he couldn’t help himself.
This trial period was off to a phenomenal start.
“Oh god, feels so good,” Aspen moaned, writhing helplessly in Noah’s arms as he tweaked their nipple and curved his fingers inside them.
“Stroke your dick for me,” Noah said, and Aspen fumbled around until they managed to get their fingers working in some kind of rhythm.
Aspen sort of felt like they were floating, being rocked back and forth by pleasure so intense it made their toes curl, and their fingertips tingle.
“Please, more,” they whimpered, wishing Noah really was an octopus and had four more hands to pleasure them with.
“Do you want to try playing with yourself?” Noah asked, nodding towards their very lonely tit.
Aspen brought their hand up and brushed against their nipple, but immediately, that feeling of ick and wrong clawed up their neck.
They froze, the muscles in their back tightening until they nearly lifted out of Noah’s arms.
“Hey,” Noah grabbed their chin and turned their face until they were practically eyeball to eyeball. “That’s okay. I don’t like touching my nipples either, but I like it when other people do.”
Aspen did their best to slot that fun factoid away, but the feeling of wrong was still crawling across their skin, trying to take away the joy and pleasure they’d just been feeling.
“I… like it when you do it,” they whispered, and Noah’s smile was nearly blinding. He pressed a rough kiss to their mouth before swirling his fingers one after another over their nipple.
“Like this?” he asked, as he did the same thing to the other one.
“Yeah,” Aspen sighed, their spine loosening until they were nothing but a limp pile on Noah’s chest.
“Okay. When we’re together, and you’re in the mood, I promise I’ll take care of your perfect tits for you.”
“Yes, please,” Aspen whined, thrusting up against Noah’s fingers. “I don’t mind touching my dick and hole but…”
“Your tits are mine,” Noah said, and Aspen probably shouldn’t have liked those words as much as they did.
They weren’t sure if that level of possession and belonging was allowed in their trial period.
They’d heard Noah loud and clear that he wasn’t sure what he wanted his romantic life to look like.
But it seemed like his sexual life was open and fair game, so Aspen planned to capitalize on that for the full six months at least.
“Please, Noah…I want to come just like this,” they begged, craning their neck to brush their lips against his.
He sealed their mouths together, grunting in exertion as he worked them towards an orgasm.
Aspen was pretty sure they were going to have bruises from all the pinching and grabbing of their tits, but it felt amazing, grounding them in their body as he expertly worked his fingers in their hole.
Finally, a red-hot ball of pleasure exploded in their belly, and they came all over his hand.
Noah held them through the aftershocks, and unlike the night before, Aspen felt thoroughly drained. They refused to move when he tried to encourage them to get up, and they ended up sweaty cuddling for a while.
Eventually, Noah begged for a shower, but Aspen still didn’t want to get up.
They weren’t sure if showering together was on the menu for them yet.
They hadn’t seen Noah completely naked since college, and they didn’t want to pressure him, but they also didn’t want to leave his side quite yet.
When he began actually whining, they finally relented.
Noah held out a hand to help them off the bed, and they were beyond thrilled when he didn’t let go of their hand all the way into the bathroom.
The room was tastefully masculine, with a matching navy-blue rug, shower curtain, and trash can.
Aspen had offered to help him furnish his apartment, but he’d ended up going to a home goods store, picking one color per room, and that had been that.
Aspen hadn’t let out their quirky interior decorating in their house with Ethan, but their apartment was an explosion of colors, patterns, and textures.
Noah had complimented them on every room of the house, including their own bathroom, which had a rainbow chevron curtain, a tie-dye rug, and a yawning panda trash can.
“Is this okay?” he asked as he turned the shower on and pulled the curtain back.
“Babe, you’ve literally been inside me,” Aspen said, giving him an innocent grin when he made a scandalized expression. “Of course showering is okay with me. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, though.”
Noah glanced down at his boxer briefs and then back at Aspen’s naked body. “I think as long as we focus on you, and not me, I should be fine.”
Aspen was more than happy to do that. They decided to take some initiative, and they got into the shower, allowing the water to roll down the curves and folds of their torso, cascading down over their dick and onto their thick thighs.
For all of Ethan’s flaws, he’d never failed to hype up Aspen’s larger body. They knew they weren’t everyone’s cup of tea, but they loved their size, even when it sometimes challenged their androgynous styling.
As Noah stepped into the shower behind them, they turned and peaked flirtatiously over their shoulder, shaking their butt and their–yes, butterfly tramp stamp–at him. The way the blue in Noah’s eyes darkened as his pupils expanded made the butterfly in their chest go wild.
“Asp,” he groaned before surging forward to press his long, lean body against Aspen’s back. They were pretty sure they could feel his T–dick against their spine, but they didn’t draw attention to it. Instead, they threw their arms back behind his neck and arched as prettily as they could.
“So perfect… What am I going to do with you?” he grumbled, cupping Aspen’s tits and pressing them together, collecting a pool of shower water that fell to the floor with a splat when he released them.