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“Hey, um…”
A great deal had happened over the last month. Akira finally broached the premise of moving in with Akechi. While she’d said no, it was impossible to deny them in full. The specter of their eventual cohabitation hung over her like the Sword of Damocles—though perhaps this was a better version of such a thing. Regardless, once again, her partner laid in bed with her, nervously nuzzling into the space of her throat as they did.
“Spit it out,” said Akechi.
“...have you ever thought about…no, it’s stupid,” Akira sighed. “It’s nothing.”
Rolling over, Akechi stared daggers through them. “Finish your statements when you start them. There’s nothing I loathe more than cowardice.”
“It’s just—I don’t think you’ll agree to it,” they said. “That’s all.”
“Before you assume,” she answered, far more gentle than she anticipated herself capable of expressing. “At least give me the chance to say no. There’s nothing I take greater pleasure in.”
Akira cracked a smile at that and she knew she’d won. “Alright. I was wondering…well.” Breathing out through their nose, they went on, “I know we don’t have sex all that often, but I thought it’d be really fun if…you…” They hid their face against her. “If you topped, maybe?”
“...as in, if I penetrated you,” she asked flatly.
“Why do you have to say it like that,” they groaned.
“I’m being specific!”
“It’s weird!”
“It is not,” she muttered.
“Fine,” said Akira. “Yes, I want. That. What you said.”
Petting their hair, she asked, “Why is it that you think I’d say no?”
“...does that mean you’re…”
“Answer the question first,” she demanded quietly.
“...I just wonder if it might make you dysphoric. Or if it might be unfair, because you’d have to use a toy, and it might not be as fun, and I just really want you to feel good and—”
“Akira,” she interrupted. “There is no world where I wouldn’t enjoy the opportunity to give you pleasure.”
“You…” They seemed breathless at the thought, breaking away to look at her with shining eyes.
“While I understand your concerns about my dysphoria, being able to use a toy is…considerably better than the premise otherwise. Besides,” she said, showing teeth. “Having you at my mercy would be the most attractive thing I could imagine.”
She could hear them swallow. “So…”
“The answer is yes,” she said. Thoughtfully, she murmured, “I suppose I’ll have to go through my collection to determine what might be appropriate…I would enjoy the opportunity to surprise you.”
Their brow furrowed. “How many dildos do you even have?”
She scoffed. “I needed a few to practice appropriately prior to our first time. I didn’t know the approximate size of your cock at the time and I refused the notion of letting you down from the start. Deepthroating was a vital skill to learn prior to our initial encounter.”
“It would have been pretty hot to watch you learn, though.”
Rolling her eyes, Akechi said, “If by hot you mean deeply humiliating, certainly!”
“...I love you so much.”
The light of the moon filtered in through her curtains inexorably. It lit their face until their skin turned bright and icy, despite how warm they were to the touch. It only made them more beautiful in her eyes, impossible as they were in her life. All she could answer with was her usual—“I’m aware.”
With that, it was settled. The two arranged for a date, as they ever did when sex was proposed, so that Akechi could prepare herself and her toys. Akira’s smile rested upon her until the moment they fell asleep.
It went like this:
Akira awoke in steps one morning to their alarm. Akechi, as usual, had already awoken due to her efficient internal clock. The woman never overslept and never spent excess time in bed unless cajoled by her partner to do so, something Akira envied and adored.
It took until their bare feet touched the floor that they remembered today was the day.
In an instant, they were in the bathroom. By the time Akechi herself came back to the bedroom, Akira was showering like their life depended on it.
She held out a glass of cold milk for them to take, recognizing their skin which had been practically scrubbed raw redden all the more as she padded into the bedroom in a long gown. It was rare that she wore such a thing, and she certainly hadn’t been wearing it when the two had gone to bed the previous night.
“You prepared yourself already, didn’t you,” she warmly accused.
“Guilty,” they said.
Having prepared a basic breakfast for herself, she had done no such thing for Akira. It was better to avoid having anything on their stomach prior to their activities, after all. She smirked as they threw their head back, water trickling down their bare neck as they swallowed the glass in a few deep gulps.
Akechi took it and set it aside once they were done. Akira wore little else aside from the towel around their waist. The short months of hormone therapy they’d been on hadn’t done much to change their body as of yet—they certainly had commented on feeling less oily and it had reduced their sex drive in degrees, but their chest had yet to develop in any meaningful way. Akechi, knowing the importance of eating well during one’s second puberty, had insisted on forcing them to cook larger portions for themself every day. Akira had been somewhat self-conscious about the notion of weight gain, but there was a kindness in her actions driven by her own personal regrets for her initial months of hormone therapy.
Still, Akechi leaned down and delivered a single warm kiss to one of their nipples, appreciating the slight adjustment they’d undergone since starting. She gently massaged the other with a thumb, luxuriating in Akira’s nervous shiver as she did.
“Y-y’know, that doesn’t actually…improve breast growth,” they mumbled.
“I know,” she said, smirking up at them.
It was all she needed to say—Akechi enjoyed nothing more than their reactions, sensitivity only starting to mount as their body adjusted to the dose of estradiol and spiro they’d been taking. She shook herself free of the thought. She’d discussed her concerns about spironolactone’s efficacy alongside e tablets, but Akira insisted it hadn’t led to any negative side effects and wanted to try it anyway.
Anything that might help was vital to their emotional well-being.
With careful hands, Akechi took them by the hips and guided them to sit down on the bed. With that, she shimmied out of her gown, allowing the straps to fall down her shoulders until the fabric hit the ground. Beneath, she already wore her harness, silicone cock at the ready. Akira stared with rapt attention.
She placed her hands on their shoulders. “Did you want to taste it?”
Akira nodded furiously.
Cupping their cheek in hand, she climbed into their lap and pressed them down into the mattress with her weight. Akechi shifted until her thighs straddled their head, stroking the dildo as she did. It was a strange weight off her shoulders that she couldn’t feel the physical sensation—something she had never enjoyed when having one of her own. Now, she felt a heady excitement as she guided the tip into their mouth. Akira took it well, suckling at the head.
“How many times have you done this, I wonder,” she murmured.
A short thrust led to their quiet choke, but they didn’t allow themself to falter. Her partner simply leaned back their head as she rested her hands above their head, rolling her hips so that the toy sank deeper into their mouth. Akira moaned as it did, and she could hear how their mouth latched onto it with a gentle suction. Rocking in, Akechi let them choke on it, till tears formed in their eyes.
“Come on,” she said. “You like this, don’t you?” At their faint, shaky nod, Akechi laughed clear and bright as a bell. “God, I never imagined you’d be this much of a slut. But at least you’re my slut now.” She squeezed their head between her calves. “Forever.”
She shifted her hips back enough to allow them to pop off the shaft and, after gathering themself, breathlessly said, “Yours.”
Satisfied, Akechi reared back and stroked the toy against Akira’s cheek. “You don’t need to tell me what I already know.”
Nuzzling into it, they answered, “I want to.”
Their words, short and sweet as they were, struck an immeasurable chord within the woman and she shuffled down the bed, dragging their towel off as they went. As was normal, Akira was already hard—the hormone therapy had yet to affect them at that level, either, though perhaps their relationship with sex had done more than enough to ensure that their body never quite lost its stride in that field. As an inevitability, Akechi smirked, leaned down, and kissed the tip.
“Gorgeous,” she said in sing-song.
“You can’t,” Akira whined.
“I will.”
Reaching to the bedside, Akechi grabbed their lube and positioned herself between their legs. After a moment of indecision, she hiked their calves up over her shoulders, biting the supple flesh there as she had. In time, the hard-fought muscle they’d built over their supposed days as a phantom thief would fade, and she would enjoy chewing on their skin all the more. Licking at the space she’d wounded, Akechi frowned for a moment.
“You shaved.”
“...thought you’d like it more,” they mumbled.
“I prefer it on myself, not on you,” she said. “Unless it’s a point of dysphoria, don’t do it again.”
“Y-yes, ma’am!”
She huffed a laugh at their fervent devotion. “Idiot.”
With that, Akechi warmed the lube between her hands and gingerly pushed a finger into their hole. It wasn’t the first time the two had played like this—but it was the first time they were going this far and Akechi wanted nothing more than for this to be perfect for Akira. There was no point otherwise. As expected, they’d already stretched and cleaned themself out in the shower, she noted with some disappointment.
“At least give me the pleasure of doing this myself next time,” she muttered.
“Thought you’d want to get to it…faster,” they said, a shyness ill-befitting their nature evident in their voice.
Looking into their eyes, Akechi answered, “Do you think I would be doing this if I didn’t want you to feel good?” She slipped in a second finger with ease and pumped them in and out, withholding a moan at the sensation of their warmth. “Do you think I’d be here at all if I weren’t invested in you?”
“N-no,” they whined. “Sorry. Sorry. Fuck.”
“You’ll be thanking me by the end of this,” she growled.
A third finger slipped in, and this one met more resistance. She stared at them incredulously. Did they think she’d pick some small dildo for this, when she had so much better in her collection? Certainly, she didn’t want to break them open, but the notion that she would ever go easy on them was something so great as to be an insult itself. Akechi scoffed as she crooked her fingers as best she could, leading them to squeal and bite into their fist.
“Well? Good enough? You could have been feeling this the entire time,” she bit out. “Instead, you had to waste your time on self-pleasure when you could have had me!”
“I’m sorry!” Akira whined again, pulling in shallow breaths as Akechi continued to thrust, the palm of her hand smacking into them as she did. “God—fuck—I’m so sorry, I should have—known! Better! I’ll be better!”
“You’d better,” she hissed.
With that, Akechi withdrew her fingers and quickly set the tip of her cock at their entrance. “Ready?”
Their smile was luminous and Akira did nothing but nod.
Cursing under her breath at their vibrant beauty, Akechi pressed inside in a long, careful thrust. The toy only made it halfway in before she had to pause at the friction, pulling out enough to allow the slide of lube to more readily coat its shaft. Sweat gathered at her temples and for the first time in a long time, she found herself adrift—what if she was doing this wrong? What if she hurt them?
What if their other partners were better?
But Akira’s long, drawn out whine drew back all of her attention. Quietly, they moaned out her chosen name, making the world around them go dark, leaving only them in her vision. Gritting her teeth together, Akechi threw away her doubts, her fears, and thrust in once again, going this time until her hips smacked into their ass. Digging her fingers into the meat of it, she massaged the soft skin there before moving up to their hips and finally stretching her fingers out over their stomach.
“Do you feel me, Akira?” She leaned over them, forcing their legs to stretch back till their knees were at their ears. “Do you like this?”
They sobbed out, “Yes!”
“Am I better? More than anyone else?” She thrust in again, and again, watching hypnotically as their body jerked with every move. “More than anyone you’ve ever had?”
Almost in a scream, Akira called out, “The best!”
“Good,” she murmured and pressed down to capture their mouth in a kiss.
She knew their whine was pained, that their body was unaccustomed to such an agonizing stretch, but knew more than anything that this was what they wanted—that when Akira walked out of the shower that morning, they wanted her to ruin them.
With a nip to their lip, she drew back and set to it. Akechi thrusted until Akira sang in agonized delight, and once she had an idea of the right spot, set to hitting it with the most accuracy she could muster. Though she shouldn’t have felt anything, there was a spark of pleasure building within her own gut, something only lightly sated by the burn of the harness pressing against her clit. It was all the more satisfying for it.
As Akira sobbed beneath her, drowning in ecstasy, she took her hand to their neglected length.
“Such a pretty clit,” she murmured. “You love this, don’t you? You want me to touch your clit, right? Right?”
“Please!” Akira took in a ragged breath. “Please, please touch my clit, I need it—I want you so bad, I want you all over, I want you to—”
When they cut themself off, Akechi withdrew her hand and pressed it to their throat. “What do you want, Akira?”
“Want you to—to—” They gasped. “Eat me, devour me, kill me, please!”
Though their words shocked her, arousal pulsed through her and she used the intensity of her thrusts to jerk their clit into her palm, forcing them to fuck up into the clutch of her fist. With a shockingly quiet moan, Akira came across her hand, tears rolling down their cheeks as they shut their eyes tight.
“Good,” she said. “You’re so good, Akira, Akira, my Akira…” Akechi allowed their legs to slide off her and, after wiping her hand clean with nearby tissue, crawled over them, kissing at their throat, their cheeks, their chest. Her cock brushed against their stomach, but the stimulation of it against them only made Akira whine more. Their entire body seemed energized, drawn up and ready for more. Yet Akechi was careful—she eventually pushed off the harness and pressed her nude body against them in full, luxuriating in their overwhelming heat.
“Was that…”
“That was incredible,” Akira interrupted. Though they were still breathless, their eyes sparkled with an honesty that left her speechless. “I’ve never…no one makes me feel the way you do. No one ever has. …No one else ever will…” Leaning close, they pressed their forehead against hers and delivered the most chaste kiss upon her lips. “I love you.”
“...that’s rather drastic,” she answered after a long moment. “I’m sure that…that…” She looked askance. And then realized she didn’t give a shit. “I’d better be the best,” she growled. “And the last.”
“That’s more like it,” Akira happily sighed. “You’re perfect like this…my love, my partner, my…”
“Yours,” she admitted.
For a time, the two laid in silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence. Eventually, Akechi chose to break it by asking, “Why did you prepare yourself first? You know I would have enjoyed it.”
“Because,” Akira started and just as quickly paused. “Because…most of my other partners didn’t.” When she rose enough to tilt her head in question, they went on, “I had a few one night stands and usually when I bottomed, the men I was with were…” They smiled, though it carried a particular sadness. “They weren’t very keen on intimacy.”
“I loathe cis gays,” Akechi muttered under her breath.
“They’re not all bad,” Akira retorted, but quickly admitted, “I guess I just got unlucky with those situations, though. They usually wanted to get right to it. So. I got used to it. Clean up, prep, ready to go.” With that, they shrugged. “I didn’t want you to have to bother with the boring stuff.”
Though her hands still had the remnants of lube and cum stuck to them, even after some clean-up, Akechi took their face between them. “Nothing about you could ever bore me. Everything about you is a delight to my life. And there is nothing about sex with you that I do not enjoy. Please. Never forget that.”
Their eyes shone, still red from previously crying, but no further tears fell. “I’ll do my best.”
She fell against them. “I expect only the best.”
“So…”
She hummed.
“It’s your turn, right?” When she said nothing, Akira went on, “I’m totes ready to eat you out.”
“Shut it,” she said. “I’m not done with you yet.” Reaching down past their ass, Akechi once again slid in a finger. “Unless…you’re tapping out?”
After a short gasp, Akira gave a fervent shake of the head.
Akechi smirked. “Good.”