Page 45 of Fibre and Ink

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.