Chapter Eleven #2
“I’m glad you like it.” I slipped my arm around him and we relaxed, enjoying the movie, laughing and I maybe even shed a tear.
When the credits rolled over a happy dance hall of couples waltzing, Aster turned his face up to kiss me.
“I loved it.”
I pulled him closer and kissed him again. “Good.”
“How about I get the alpaca settled for the night while you pack this up?” Aster’s offer surprised me. He’d seen me do it enough times that I was confident he’d know what to do.
“Sounds great.” I let go of him reluctantly, contented, but a little nervous about what would come next. We’d had one celebration, but in the bedroom, things had the potential to get complicated.
I focused on packing down the electronics into my father’s box, and tried my best not to worry.
Aster
I was horny, of course I was, but I had no expectations at all. We switched the lights off together, and I followed Mickey upstairs, hoping he wasn’t too worried.
This was uncharted territory, even if we had played around together the other night.
My heart was full. Mickey’s surprise had been mind-blowingly lovely. The fact that he’d put that all together for me, just because he remembered a throwaway statement I’d made days ago was everything. He’d remembered because he cared, because he listened to what I had to say.
I was determined to listen to him as well. We would talk about everything before we did anything. Full communication, full consent.
Hell, I wasn’t even going to assume he wanted me to follow him to bed. I’d let him make that invitation.
Mickey paused at the top of the stairs and turned back to me.
“You coming to bed with me, or what?”
I grinned. “I’d love to. Just let me... grab a couple things from my room?”
“Thank you for not saying ‘slip into something more comfortable’.” Mickey kissed my cheek. “I’m gonna brush my teeth.”
I went to my room and grabbed the bag of my sexy time items, just in case.
I brushed my teeth as well. Instead of ignoring the butterflies in my stomach, I leaned into the feeling. It was okay to be excited, it was okay to be a bit nervous too. I loved Mickey, I wanted him, he wanted me, and he loved me.
I was nervous. He’d confessed that being demisexual had gone badly for him in the past, and I didn’t want to pressure him in anyway.
What I wanted was to make him feel good, and attractive and sexy, because he was.
I rinsed my mouth and headed to his room, wearing the same clothes I’d worn all day and carrying my little bag.
Mickey hadn’t changed clothes either, he was just coming back into the bedroom when I entered.
We stared at each other for a moment, the awkwardness suddenly ratcheted up to a thousand.
I cleared my throat. “I’m um, I want you to feel comfortable, so I won’t like, instigate sex or anything unless you ask me to.”
Mickey bit his lip. “Okay well, I’m asking. But as you know, I’ve never had a trans partner before you so, I don’t want to accidentally be offensive or take anything for granted about what you like.”
“Let’s talk it through then.” I sat on the bed, setting the bag down beside me and patting my other side. “C’mere.”
Mickey sat beside me, his shoulders hunched and his hands clasped together between his knees. Whatever nerves I was feeling, it looked like Mickey had them a million times worse.
“I’m flexible in bed,” I said. “I’m happy to bottom if you want to top. You can use my ass or my boypussy, whatever you like.”
“Boypussy?” Mickey looked at me, his eyes wide.
I chuckled. “Yeah it’s an alternative hole, like the bussy is the back pussy and the boypussy is what some trans guys have.” I shrugged. “It doesn’t much matter to me which you prefer, they both feel good. Or, if you’d prefer, I can top.”
Mickey’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “You... you can top?”
“Sure I can.” I pulled a box out of my bag and opened it, showing him my strap on. “Unlike you, I can carry my dick around in a box.”
Mickey laughed. That was good, laughing was good. Laughing meant relaxation.
“I’m not gonna lie, the idea of fucking you is ridiculously hot to me. I’d also love to bottom for you, though. Or we could just touch each other again.” Mickey reached out to stroke the silicon of my dick and smiled. “I’d... I’d really like to try this with you, Aster.”
My little trans heart grew three sizes.
“Yeah? Because I’d really like to make you feel good and I think I can.”
Mickey nodded and pulled me closer for a kiss. “Yeah, I want it.”
I would never get enough of his kisses, it was tempting to just linger there, but he’d expressed what he wanted and I had to honor that.
“Remember you can ask me to stop if you change your mind at any time or you want to slow down or anything. I will not take it personally, I promise.” I looked deep into his eyes.
“It’s going to be hard for me to remember that...”
“We’ll work on it together.”
I climbed into his lap and kissed him, working his shirt off with my hands.
He moaned gently, his hands caressing my waist and then cupping my ass.
“How’d you get so clever about sex, Aster?
” He mumbled it as I kissed his neck, nose buried in his beard.
“Oh, consent and communication is really big in the BDSM community.” I ground down on his hardness which was poking me through his pants.
“BDSM?” His tone was intrigued rather than put off, which I took as a good sign.
Very promising in fact.
“We can build up to that. Again, I’m flexible, I like to top and bottom, and I’d absolutely love to have you bound up and begging me...” I nipped his neck gently. “Or have you spank me with a riding crop...”
I didn’t imagine it. His hardness was even harder. He made a noise that was somewhere between a growl and a groan.
I grinned. “But that can wait. Lift your arms.”
Mickey lifted his arms and I stripped his shirt off. “Now you.”
I sat back and lifted my arms and he stripped me down to my binder. “This stays on, if that’s okay?”
Mickey nodded. “Do you want any attention there, or?”
I shook my head. “No thanks, not until I’ve had top surgery.”
Mickey hooked his hand around my waist and pulled me closer, perhaps sensing how vulnerable referencing my chest made me. He kissed his way down my jaw and neck.
I’d been kissed there before, of course I had, but it had never felt like this. Mickey’s lips had an electric charge. Every inch of skin he touched came to life and tingled. I could feel where he’d been after he’d moved on, every fiber of me responding to his attention.
“God, Aster, you’re so handsome,” he said. “Your skin is so soft, so pretty...”
I moaned my response, slipping my hand between us to undo his belt.
I slipped my hand inside his pants to stroke him. He was so big and so hard. I imagined what it’d feel like if he fucked me and drooled a little.
Mickey responded beautifully, his eyes slipping closed as I stroked him. I was getting impatient.
“Lay down on your back, so I can get these pants off you,” I murmured.
Mickey lay back, pulling me with him so he could kiss me again.
I made short work of the rest of our clothes, tossing them aside. I encouraged Mickey to hitch his knees up.
I grabbed the lube from my bag and started working him over. I was impatient to get going but my main priority was to make Mickey feel amazing.
Slow and steady was the order of the night. I used first one finger, relaxing him and stretching him, and then a second, listening hard for what noises he was making to know how to pace myself.
“Aster, oh fuck...” he moaned as I stretched the tight ring of muscle with my two fingers.
“Yeah? That feels good, huh? Keep talking.”