Erotic short. Milo and Clay try something new.
Explicit M/M erotic short between a cis man and a trans man.
Contains titfucking, dirty talk, teasing, banter, bondage, silly sex. Light-hearted.
Terms used for the trans man are cock and dick, and cunt. Trans man is a year on testosterone and has a prominent t-dick.
Also on WorldAnvil.
Clay was grinning, which was infuriating, but Milo had tied his wrists together, and as soon as he saw Clay open his mouth to say something he pulled hard on the harness around his wrists, pulling them up toward the headboard with a quiet thunk of his big, meaty hands against the wooden frame.
Clay hissed lowly, but he was still smiling, all smug, and Milo shifted forward from where he was straddling the lower part of his torso, coming up to his chest instead, squeezing Clay’s tits together with his knees.
He inhaled, the sound reedy, because it did feel good, as good as he’d expected it to, had wanted it to: Clay was a big man, beefy with fat tits so big most trans men wouldn’t have them, and the hair covering his chest in a thick thatch was stiff and pleasantly scratchy against his lips, all good, rough texture.
Testosterone had been —
Good, to Milo’s dick.
It had always been prominent, had always been bigger than average with a heavy hood, and after a year on T it was huge compared to what it had been before, almost thumb-sized, and when he got hard, his head made his hood pop back slightly like his own little foreskin.
Clay liked it.
Clay liked it a lot — he liked how obvious it was when he turned Milo on, liked to finger him or slide a vibrator up against his g-spot to see his cock fucking jump and twitch, and he liked to put it in his mouth, too — and that was nice, because Clay with Milo’s cock in his mouth couldn’t say a fucking word.
“Excited?” Clay asked, looking up at Milo with a smug smirk on his lips, and Milo tried to concentrate. He was already wet, and his dick was hard, big enough now that when he tipped his hips forward he could lay his dick flat between the pressed together mounds of Clay’s tits, see it nestled in the hair there.
An electric thrill ran up his spine.
“Yeah?” Clay asked. “Excited to fuck my tits, sweetheart? Want to motorboat me after?”
“Shut the fuck up,” said Milo, and squeezed his knees tighter together, forcing Clay’s tits together, and he groaned as he slid his cock into the furrow between them, felt Clay’s chest hair rub and drag at his cock, felt the soft squeeze of his tits on both sides.
“If you didn’t want me to talk, you’d have gagged me,” said Clay. “You want to ride my titties, big boy, I’m happy to give my running commentary.”
That made Milo flush hotly, his cheeks burning red and more of a blush showing down his neck, his own chest, and that made Clay laugh from deep in his belly, his body shuddering under Milo’s so that Milo moaned, reaching down to use his hands instead of his knees to keep Clay’s chest together as he started to grind between them.
“Gonna leave a snail trail on my belly,” said Clay, and Milo grabbed one of his nipples and tugged as hard as he could, making Clay groan in pain and then laugh even more loudly.
“Do you think that’s going to turn me on?”
“Well, your dick is hard, sweetheart, so what am I supposed to think?”
“My dick is hard despite you talking.”
“Uh huh,” said Clay, leaning up slightly to look at Milo’s cock, and Milo saw him lick his lips, and that made him clench on air. “You want me to dip into a lingerie store, pick out something nice for you, huh? One of them see-through bras that’s all cleavage, shows you what you’re dreaming of, nice little banana hammock with a lace back, too?”
“Shut up,” Milo groaned, pressing Clay’s tits harder together and forcing his cock between them, his eyes closing shut and his head tipping back as he rocked his hips down. It was a good friction, not the same as getting his dick sucked but good, Clay’s tits fat and just rough enough that it added to the tickle as he fucked between them.
“Love to see a cock in you while you do this, too,” said Clay mildly. “Shove some nice big dildo up that cunt of yours, let that fuck you while you fuck my tits, yeah? Maybe a vibrator, see if we can’t make you squirt all over me — you wanna do that, huh? Get some bukkake going?”
“Christ,” Milo hissed, disgusted by how that made his whole cunt throb, and Clay laughed.
“You should ride my face next time, let me shove my tongue in you while you do that,” said Clay.
“You’re such a fucking blockhead,” muttered Milo as he spread his fingers between his lips, sliding some of it over his cock to get himself wet. A sharp noise eked out of his throat as he fucked harder between Clay’s tits, feeling it wet now, wet and slick and still dragging at him, God —
“That’s it, big boy,” purred Clay. “Let me see that fat thing of yours come on my boobies — ”
“You call them boobies one more fucking time, you embarrassing piece of — ”
Clay shifted his chest from side to side, making them jiggle slightly between Milo’s grasp, and Milo heaved in a choked gasp as he felt himself coil tighter, tightest, and then cut loose.
He shoved himself forward on his knees as he felt himself come, riding the waves, and Clay opened his mouth and sucked Milo’s cock down, making messy, wet noises as he sucked so hard on it that Milo was dizzy for a second, almost yelling as he rode Clay’s face.
Clay’s mouth and lips were soaked and shining with Milo when Milo got off of his face, and Milo pulled the release on his wrists, letting his hands free.
“Time to put Excalibur back in the stone,” said Clay proudly, gripping Milo by the hips and pushing him down toward his cock.
“You know, with those words,” said Milo, “you’ve ensured I never fucking come in your presence again.”
“Never fear, young squire,” was the immediate response in an exaggerated accent, and Milo let himself be manhandled, let himself be pulled down onto Clay’s hard cock — he was oversensitive and it cut right through him, made him whimper, “my mighty sword shall bring you to your little death ere the night ends.”
“Disgusting,” Milo said as he sat down on Clay’s cock, felt it spear him wide.
“Ready to ride?” asked Clay.
“I hate you,” said Milo as seriously as he could (though his cock betrayed him by twitching visibly), and Clay laughed as he started to roll his hips.
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