Noah allowed Aspen to remove his shirt, and when Aspen surged back into his arms, he accepted their tight, semi-naked hug.
“Oh god,” Aspen groaned, burying their face in Noah’s neck while their hands roamed up and down his naked back. “You feel really good.”
The tight fabric of Aspen’s binder wasn’t soft, but it also wasn’t unpleasant. Noah allowed his hands to wander down the soft skin of Aspen’s back to rest on their ample hips. “So do you,” he murmured, finally getting to nuzzle his cheek against Aspen’s fluffy hair.
Aspen placed gentle kisses along Noah’s collarbone but didn’t say anything. Noah allowed the kisses, teasing his fingers under the waistband of their sweats as he waited for them to speak.
When it became clear they weren’t going to, he pulled back. “Do you want to discuss parts and preferences?”
“Uhm,” Aspen said, their cheeks already flushed and turning pinker by the minute. “I…don’t know how to do that.”
Wow, Noah sucked at this. Why did Aspen want their first post-divorce experience to be with him, again? Maybe his dad was right, and he really didn’t have any sense of responsibility or duty.
“I usually start at the top and work down?” Noah tried.
Aspen blinked their big, trusting eyes up at him, and he swallowed loudly. “I call this my chest,” he said, gesturing at his flat chest. “And I prefer dick and holes for my parts. I occasionally like anal, but I don’t ever use my other hole and don’t want it to be touched or referenced.”
Aspen’s eyes had grown somehow even wider, and they took a few small steps back until they hit the edge of the mattress and sank down on it.
That…didn’t seem like a good thing.
Their gaze slowly traveled up and down Noah before landing back on his face. “I don’t know what to call this yet,” they said, gesturing at their binder. “I think, uh…maybe to start, I’ll keep my binder on?”
Noah nodded, as encouragingly as he could. “Okay, I hear you.”
Aspen flicked their neck, managing to flop more hair into their eyes than was already there. They combed a hand back through it, and when even that didn’t help, Noah walked over to his desk and retrieved one of the many hairclips Aspen had left at his house over the years.
Aspen eagerly took the clip, and as soon as their hair was in place, they burst out with, “I think I want to use dick and holes if that’s okay.”
“Of course it’s okay, Asp. You can call them whatever you want. I’ve heard folks use anatomical terms, silly names, and euphemisms. Some folks don’t refer to their parts at all, and some find it really affirming to have their parts named as often as possible during sex.”
“Why don’t we try not referring to–” Aspen gestured at their binder, “–and dick and holes for now. And I’d fucking love to have my dick played with. I’m really not a fan of anal, so I guess that means we’ll use my front hole. I think that should be fine? I’m not really dysphoric about it, per se, I just…”
Aspen ran their hands absently over the clean blanket Noah had painstakingly flattened over his bed. A few weeks ago, Aspen had said they liked the texture of it, so Noah had put it out, thinking it probably wouldn’t hurt to make their room as comfortable for them as possible.
When it seemed like Aspen wasn’t going to finish their thought, Noah stepped forward between their legs, like he had for their first kiss. He tipped their chin up, and they pursed their lips as if they were thinking about that kiss, too.
Noah had only wanted to get their attention, but they were just so god damn cute he couldn’t help but lean down and place a soft kiss on their lips. “Do you think that maybe you’re not generally dysphoric about your front hole, but depending on how it’s treated and what’s said about it, you can be?”
Aspen wrapped their arms around Noah’s thighs and rested their head on his stomach. “Yeah, that’s it exactly.”
Noah stroked his fingers over the soft, tiny hairs on the side of Aspen’s head, and they hummed happily. “Okay, so we have parts, and names of parts, and parts to touch other parts—oh shit, wait.” Aspen jerked their head back to look up at Noah. “Is it okay if our parts touch? Do you do that? Like…dick touches? Oh! I have test results! Blair had to remind me, but I got tested a few weeks ago.”
Afraid Aspen was going to jump up to grab their results–also, absolutely reeling from the mental image of themtouching dicks–Noah placed two firm hands on their shoulders. “Thank you for asking. I should have clarified. I don’t use my dick for sex very often. I prefer using a harness or a prosthetic, but…we’llsee where things take us. As for test results, a huge thank you to Blair for that. I also have updated results. Why don’t we share those, then–”
“I can drop my pants for you again?” Aspen said, an excited grin pressing their cheeks up into round pink balls. Noah had no choice but to kiss them because, again,so god damn cute.
Aspen stood up to pull out their phone, and Noah retrieved his from where it had been charging on his desk. When it was clear everything was in order, Aspen made a big show of walking back to the same place they’d been standing before. They waited for Noah to place both their phones on the desk before they dropped their pants with a flourish.
This time, Noah deliberately dragged his gaze down their body, taking in the soft patch of unruly brown curls and the light smattering of hair on their thighs and calves.
“I’ve decided to stop shaving, cause it makes me feel more androgynous,” Aspen announced, placing their hands on their hips and proudly jutting their crotch forward.
Noah’s mouth felt somehow dry even though he was quite literally salivating at how gorgeous Aspen was. He was hit with so many dirty thoughts and plans he barely knew where to begin. It was like over a dozen years of desire crashed into him. He wanted to bury his face between their legs, finger and tongue fuck them, and give them the best god damn blow job of their life. He wanted to lift their legs above their head and show them how good he was with a strap, and he wanted to hold them, possibly for forever.
“Fuck, babe,” Aspen said, delight mixed with something else in their voice. Noah tore his gaze back up to their face and found them blushing red hot. “You’re making me so hard and wet. You can’t just look at me like that and not do anything.”
Oh, Noah wanted to doa lotof things, but they were supposed to be guiding and teaching, not enacting the fantasiesflying around his head. He licked his chapped lips and took a step back. Aspen’s look changed in an instant, from desire to worry.
