Fill for this prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/10263.html?thread=3462423#cmt3462423
Disclaimer beforehand: I am not trans. I hope I did Joe justice here- if I have not, please do come beat up my ass for it.
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Nicky’s mouth is on Joe’s pecs the moment he’s pulled off his t-shirt, his tongue tracing the long scars that run horizontally underneath Joe’s nipples, first on the right side, then on the left.
Joe inhales shakily, his fingers hooking underneath Nicky’s jaw to urge him a little further upward, until he’s closing his lips around one of them and tonguing the areola.
“Fuck,” Joe breathes, eloquently, and then he’s putting pressure on Nicky’s jaw again to get him to come back up, and he’s kissing him, the hair of his beard brushing deliciously against Nicky’s chin.
“I want to see more of you,” Nicky mumbles between kisses, fingers curled hungrily around Joe’s hips, thumbs digging into the vee of his abdomen. Joe shudders underneath him at the words, his long fingers gliding to the back of his head to hold onto Nicky’s hair, letting out a slight growl of frustration when he finds very little purchase on the short strands.
“Are you sure? You know I don’t have-”
“Yes,” Nicky says vehemently, pulling back a little so Joe can see the sincerity in his eyes. “I can’t promise I’ll be any good at it, but I’ve been… doing research.”
“Research?” Joe echoes, his eyes crinkling slightly with amusement, his lips curling up into that beautiful smile, and Nicky leans in to peck the upturned corners of his mouth, and as Joe’s lips part underneath him he kisses him in earnest.
Nicky has always prided himself on being good with his mouth. He has always liked it; the feeling of a dick, heavy and throbbing on his tongue, hitting the back of his throat. He has always delighted in the pleasure his mouth can bring to his partners, and he won’t lie about it: he’s been thinking about sucking Joe’s cock since he first lay eyes on him during their very first date.
So when Joe had come out as trans at the beginning of their second date, with a nervous look on his face and a smile that was entirely too tight as he worried about Nicky’s reaction, it had come as a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Nicky thanked Joe for his trust in him, told him it changed exactly nothing, and then admitted that he’d never been with a transman before, but that he was more than eager to learn.
Joe hadn’t opened up to him back then yet, still a little hesitant, but when Nicky made it clear his thoughts on the matter had not changed in the slightest during their text conversations and then their third date, he’d relaxed and shared more details about his transition.
He’s been on testosterone for six years now, he had his top surgery two years ago (best decision of his life), and he hasn’t had bottom surgery, but he’s had an ovariohysterectomy. He doesn’t think he wants bottom surgery, not with the current techniques available, anyway, but he assures Nicky that he’s more than capable with a strap while they’re in the middle of a particularly heated make-out session.
They don’t go further than that on their third date; just some very steamy making out and a lot of communication, because the last thing Nicky wants is to be ignorant. He wants Joe to be happy, and if that means he’ll have to suck his strap like a champ, he will happily, eagerly do so, and when it means that he has to delve into the depths of the internet so he can eat Joe’s pussy if he is so inclined? Then, well, Nicky will happily do so, and be grateful for it.
As it turns out, Joe is so inclined (it is, after all, a very insightful make-out session).
So yes, Nicky spent long nights doing research, finding the entire idea of vaginas to be surprisingly arousing when he can relate them to Joe (handsome, beautiful, wonderful, strong Joe), even if the female pronouns in the explanatory texts are rather off-putting. He eventually comes to the conclusion that eating ass and eating pussy can’t be that different, and he’s never had complaints about his skills regarding the former, and if his performance indeed turns out to be subpar, then he can only hope Joe will forgive him and let him try again. And again. And again. (Nicky thinks he’ll happily eat out Joe until the end of time, if Joe so pleases.)
“I want to taste you,” Nicky says as they part again, both panting, breathing the same air, and Nicky can see the warmth in Joe’s eyes, and all he thinks is please allow me to make you feel good.
Joe swallows. “Okay,” he breathes. “But this has to come off.” He tugs at Nicky’s t-shirt, and Nicky laughs. He gets off Joe as he goes to pull it off, and Joe takes the opportunity to undo the button and fly of his jeans, and he pulls off his underwear along with them in one go. When skin meets skin again, they are both fully naked, and the scent of their arousal is cloying the air, and Nicky’s mouth is watering.
Nicky runs a hand over Joe’s hairy thigh in appreciation, and Joe bites his full lower lip as he stares up at him from underneath his thick eyelashes, and Nicky mouths at the place where his beard and neck meet, tonguing along the well-groomed line. He makes his way down Joe’s body with slight haste (he’ll have time to map out every strong line of Joe’s body later, and he will take his opportunity then, to show Joe just how much he likes it), but for now he settles for small nips to Joe’s pecs, his abs, the top of his happy trail. He traces the trail downward with his tongue, and then kisses along Joe’s pelvis, scooting further down the bed as he goes.
He’s got his teeth sunk into the firm meat of Joe’s thigh as Joe whines, a delightful sound, his legs opening for Nicky, the scent of his arousal strong now Nicky is so close to its origin.
“Fuck, Nicky,” Joe says, hands grasping for Nicky’s head and pulling him close to where he wants him. “You are such a tease.”
“I can’t help it,” Nicky says, looking up at Joe as he buries his nose in the curls of Joe’s pubic hair. He smells divine there; Nicky can only imagine what the taste must be like. “You are so handsome. You are the prettiest thing I have ever seen.”
Joe moans, his hips hitching up a little. Nicky places one hand on Joe’s hip, his thumb rubbing his stomach, and the other around his thigh, keeping him nice and open, fingers digging into the meat there. Joe’s fingers worry at Nicky’s scalp, not quite pulling him closer but definitely not allowing him to move away.
“Why don’t you put that mouth to better use?” he suggests, and his hips buck up a little again, just enough for the tip of Nicky’s nose to feel the wetness between Joe’s folds. He keeps eye contact with Joe as he opens his mouth and licks. He’s surprised at the amount of wetness that has already pooled there, the texture of it thick and warm, the taste of it slightly sweet and oh so intoxicating, and as Joe moans, loud and throaty, Nicky’s eyes flutter closed and he goes at it in earnest.
Joe’s clit is enlarged because of the hormones and easy to find; when Nicky flicks his tongue over it, Joe’s breath hitches, and when he keeps doing up the repetitive little licks, varying in pressure, Joe’s nails dig into his scalp.
When Nicky dips lower and teases along Joe’s entrance before dipping in, finding so much more of the moisture building there, Joe curses loudly and grinds down onto his mouth, hissing when the tip of Nicky’s nose brushes against his clit.
“You are so good for me, baby,” Joe praises, and Nicky moans in response to the praise, ignoring the growing ache in his jaw as he doubles down on his efforts and licks into him even harder.
The sound Joe makes when he comes is the sexiest thing Nicky has ever heard. His strong thighs quiver, tightening around Nicky’s head to keep him in place, and Joe pulses against Nicky’s mouth. He’s breathing erratically as he comes down from it, taking a shuddering inhale every time Nicky’s tongue flicks across his clit, and taking it as a sign of oversensitivity, Nicky tries to pull back.
The fingers at the back of his head tighten his hold, and Joe sounds absolutely wrecked as he pants out: “Don’t fucking stop.”
So Nicky doesn’t stop until he’s teased a second orgasm out of Joe, and then a third, and by then Joe is ushering him back up, is moaning into his mouth as he tastes himself on Nicky’s tongue, and Nicky feels drunk on love and on Joe, the air cool against the wetness on his face.
He comes embarrassingly quickly after that; he’s shooting off almost as soon as Joe’s beautiful fingers curl around his erection, and they lie next to each other, laughing breathlessly and trading sloppy kisses.
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“I have created a monster,” Joe says fondly the first time Nicky has brought him to climax five times many weeks later, the last one with Nicky’s tongue in his ass and Joe pressing the palm of Nicky’s hand against his clit as he rutted against it. When Joe sobbed out his final release, Nicky had come untouched; too riled up on everything Joe to have even noticed his own urgent arousal until it happened.
“I love you,” Nicky mumbles contently as he mouths lazily at Joe’s collarbone, licking over the love bites he’s left there.
Joe pulls on his hair to detach Nicky’s teeth from where he’s biting at Joe’s chest, and then they’re kissing, loving and happy.
FILL: Joe/Nicky, Nicky learning to eat out trans!Joe
Disclaimer beforehand: I am not trans. I hope I did Joe justice here- if I have not, please do come beat up my ass for it.
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Nicky’s mouth is on Joe’s pecs the moment he’s pulled off his t-shirt, his tongue tracing the long scars that run horizontally underneath Joe’s nipples, first on the right side, then on the left.
Joe inhales shakily, his fingers hooking underneath Nicky’s jaw to urge him a little further upward, until he’s closing his lips around one of them and tonguing the areola.
“Fuck,” Joe breathes, eloquently, and then he’s putting pressure on Nicky’s jaw again to get him to come back up, and he’s kissing him, the hair of his beard brushing deliciously against Nicky’s chin.
“I want to see more of you,” Nicky mumbles between kisses, fingers curled hungrily around Joe’s hips, thumbs digging into the vee of his abdomen. Joe shudders underneath him at the words, his long fingers gliding to the back of his head to hold onto Nicky’s hair, letting out a slight growl of frustration when he finds very little purchase on the short strands.
“Are you sure? You know I don’t have-”
“Yes,” Nicky says vehemently, pulling back a little so Joe can see the sincerity in his eyes. “I can’t promise I’ll be any good at it, but I’ve been… doing research.”
“Research?” Joe echoes, his eyes crinkling slightly with amusement, his lips curling up into that beautiful smile, and Nicky leans in to peck the upturned corners of his mouth, and as Joe’s lips part underneath him he kisses him in earnest.
Nicky has always prided himself on being good with his mouth. He has always liked it; the feeling of a dick, heavy and throbbing on his tongue, hitting the back of his throat. He has always delighted in the pleasure his mouth can bring to his partners, and he won’t lie about it: he’s been thinking about sucking Joe’s cock since he first lay eyes on him during their very first date.
So when Joe had come out as trans at the beginning of their second date, with a nervous look on his face and a smile that was entirely too tight as he worried about Nicky’s reaction, it had come as a surprise, but not an unwelcome one. Nicky thanked Joe for his trust in him, told him it changed exactly nothing, and then admitted that he’d never been with a transman before, but that he was more than eager to learn.
Joe hadn’t opened up to him back then yet, still a little hesitant, but when Nicky made it clear his thoughts on the matter had not changed in the slightest during their text conversations and then their third date, he’d relaxed and shared more details about his transition.
He’s been on testosterone for six years now, he had his top surgery two years ago (best decision of his life), and he hasn’t had bottom surgery, but he’s had an ovariohysterectomy. He doesn’t think he wants bottom surgery, not with the current techniques available, anyway, but he assures Nicky that he’s more than capable with a strap while they’re in the middle of a particularly heated make-out session.
They don’t go further than that on their third date; just some very steamy making out and a lot of communication, because the last thing Nicky wants is to be ignorant. He wants Joe to be happy, and if that means he’ll have to suck his strap like a champ, he will happily, eagerly do so, and when it means that he has to delve into the depths of the internet so he can eat Joe’s pussy if he is so inclined? Then, well, Nicky will happily do so, and be grateful for it.
As it turns out, Joe is so inclined (it is, after all, a very insightful make-out session).
So yes, Nicky spent long nights doing research, finding the entire idea of vaginas to be surprisingly arousing when he can relate them to Joe (handsome, beautiful, wonderful, strong Joe), even if the female pronouns in the explanatory texts are rather off-putting. He eventually comes to the conclusion that eating ass and eating pussy can’t be that different, and he’s never had complaints about his skills regarding the former, and if his performance indeed turns out to be subpar, then he can only hope Joe will forgive him and let him try again. And again. And again. (Nicky thinks he’ll happily eat out Joe until the end of time, if Joe so pleases.)
“I want to taste you,” Nicky says as they part again, both panting, breathing the same air, and Nicky can see the warmth in Joe’s eyes, and all he thinks is please allow me to make you feel good.
Joe swallows. “Okay,” he breathes. “But this has to come off.” He tugs at Nicky’s t-shirt, and Nicky laughs. He gets off Joe as he goes to pull it off, and Joe takes the opportunity to undo the button and fly of his jeans, and he pulls off his underwear along with them in one go. When skin meets skin again, they are both fully naked, and the scent of their arousal is cloying the air, and Nicky’s mouth is watering.
Nicky runs a hand over Joe’s hairy thigh in appreciation, and Joe bites his full lower lip as he stares up at him from underneath his thick eyelashes, and Nicky mouths at the place where his beard and neck meet, tonguing along the well-groomed line. He makes his way down Joe’s body with slight haste (he’ll have time to map out every strong line of Joe’s body later, and he will take his opportunity then, to show Joe just how much he likes it), but for now he settles for small nips to Joe’s pecs, his abs, the top of his happy trail. He traces the trail downward with his tongue, and then kisses along Joe’s pelvis, scooting further down the bed as he goes.
He’s got his teeth sunk into the firm meat of Joe’s thigh as Joe whines, a delightful sound, his legs opening for Nicky, the scent of his arousal strong now Nicky is so close to its origin.
“Fuck, Nicky,” Joe says, hands grasping for Nicky’s head and pulling him close to where he wants him. “You are such a tease.”
“I can’t help it,” Nicky says, looking up at Joe as he buries his nose in the curls of Joe’s pubic hair. He smells divine there; Nicky can only imagine what the taste must be like. “You are so handsome. You are the prettiest thing I have ever seen.”
Joe moans, his hips hitching up a little. Nicky places one hand on Joe’s hip, his thumb rubbing his stomach, and the other around his thigh, keeping him nice and open, fingers digging into the meat there. Joe’s fingers worry at Nicky’s scalp, not quite pulling him closer but definitely not allowing him to move away.
“Why don’t you put that mouth to better use?” he suggests, and his hips buck up a little again, just enough for the tip of Nicky’s nose to feel the wetness between Joe’s folds. He keeps eye contact with Joe as he opens his mouth and licks. He’s surprised at the amount of wetness that has already pooled there, the texture of it thick and warm, the taste of it slightly sweet and oh so intoxicating, and as Joe moans, loud and throaty, Nicky’s eyes flutter closed and he goes at it in earnest.
Joe’s clit is enlarged because of the hormones and easy to find; when Nicky flicks his tongue over it, Joe’s breath hitches, and when he keeps doing up the repetitive little licks, varying in pressure, Joe’s nails dig into his scalp.
When Nicky dips lower and teases along Joe’s entrance before dipping in, finding so much more of the moisture building there, Joe curses loudly and grinds down onto his mouth, hissing when the tip of Nicky’s nose brushes against his clit.
“You are so good for me, baby,” Joe praises, and Nicky moans in response to the praise, ignoring the growing ache in his jaw as he doubles down on his efforts and licks into him even harder.
The sound Joe makes when he comes is the sexiest thing Nicky has ever heard. His strong thighs quiver, tightening around Nicky’s head to keep him in place, and Joe pulses against Nicky’s mouth. He’s breathing erratically as he comes down from it, taking a shuddering inhale every time Nicky’s tongue flicks across his clit, and taking it as a sign of oversensitivity, Nicky tries to pull back.
The fingers at the back of his head tighten his hold, and Joe sounds absolutely wrecked as he pants out: “Don’t fucking stop.”
So Nicky doesn’t stop until he’s teased a second orgasm out of Joe, and then a third, and by then Joe is ushering him back up, is moaning into his mouth as he tastes himself on Nicky’s tongue, and Nicky feels drunk on love and on Joe, the air cool against the wetness on his face.
He comes embarrassingly quickly after that; he’s shooting off almost as soon as Joe’s beautiful fingers curl around his erection, and they lie next to each other, laughing breathlessly and trading sloppy kisses.
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“I have created a monster,” Joe says fondly the first time Nicky has brought him to climax five times many weeks later, the last one with Nicky’s tongue in his ass and Joe pressing the palm of Nicky’s hand against his clit as he rutted against it. When Joe sobbed out his final release, Nicky had come untouched; too riled up on everything Joe to have even noticed his own urgent arousal until it happened.
“I love you,” Nicky mumbles contently as he mouths lazily at Joe’s collarbone, licking over the love bites he’s left there.
Joe pulls on his hair to detach Nicky’s teeth from where he’s biting at Joe’s chest, and then they’re kissing, loving and happy.