“Can I show you how a strap works?” Noah asked, taking another step towards his desk where he kept all his supplies.
Aspen’s face cleared, and they nodded once, which was all Noah needed to quickly turn and pull out his strap and a medium-sized dildo.
“Are you going to leave your pants on?” Aspen asked, blatant curiosity in their voice.
Noah had forgotten he was still semi-dressed. “I’ll probably leave my boxers on. This harness has a slot for a vibrator that, for me, feels better through clothes, but you can wear it naked or over any kind of clothing you want.”
He brought it over for Aspen’s inspection while he removed his pants and socks. When Aspen began tapping their thigh repeatedly with the dildo, Noah took it back and slid it on, moving slowly enough that Aspen could see each strap he tightened and the way he slotted the dildo into place.
“So, if you don’t put the vibe in, does it still feel good?” they asked, their head cocking to the side like Gordon’s did when he was uncertain.
Noah wiggled his hips a few times to make sure it was fully secure. “For me, topping is mostly mental, and I get off from making the other person feel good. A lot of times I’ll jack off after and, like I said, sometimes I put a vibe in it and get off that way, but that’s usually not the point.”
When Aspen reached for him, Noah returned to stand between their legs, which put the dildo basically in their face. Completely unperturbed, Aspen looked up through their lashes and placed a soft kiss on the tip of the dildo. Noah let out a surprised breath, which Aspen chose to interpret in some sortof way, because their eyes sparkled with mischief as they parted their lips and took several inches of the dildo into their mouth.
While the sight was beyond erotic, Noah didn’t prefer getting blowjobs in this strap. He liked using his prosthetic packer, where the textured base would rub against his dick, and he could enjoy the sightandfeel. This didn’t really feel like anything, but he was hesitant to stop them from playing and exploring. In fact…Aspenhadsaid that they wanted to learn about straps.
With Aspen’s mouth preoccupied, and their attention seemingly held for the moment, Noah launched into an explainer on the difference between a harness, a prosthetic, and an internal strapless strap.
Aspen, who was often easily distracted, seemed completely locked in. They nodded occasionally, but mostly they mouthed at the dildo while their hands roamed up and down Noah’s thighs. When they popped off to ask a question, Noah allowed it before tapping their bottom lip open with his index finger and sliding the dildo back in.
Because, okay, yes, maybe he actuallydidenjoy this. He loved the way Aspen’s lips stretched around the thicker part of the dildo, and the way they squirmed their hips against the blanket every few moments. Occasionally, Noah’s hips would stutter, desperately seeking friction, and Aspen would tighten their hands on Noah’s ass, urging him forward.
Finally, Aspen managed to choke themself on the dildo, and they laughed around the length, attempting to deep throat it again with tears and mirth in their eyes. Noah canted their hips back, and the dildo fell out with a lewd-sounding pop.
Aspen’s laugh, now much more audible, was gravelly and unfairly sexy. “When I said I wanted you to teach me about nonheteronormative sex, that was definitely not what I’d been picturing.”
Noah’s stomach sank, and he opened his mouth to apologize when Aspen jerked forward and blew a raspberry on Noah’s stomach. He squealed and tried to back away, but Aspen grabbed his hips and peppered kisses all over the slight swell of his belly.
“That’s not a bad thing, babe,” they said, placing a long, wet kiss next to his belly button. “I thought it was pretty fucking awesome, actually, but I’m ready for more.”
Noah’s dick throbbed, and he reconsidered the vibe. He should probably at least show Aspen how it worked, right?
The part he’d left out of his explanation was that he liked to be in control when topping, and sometimes a vibe, or a textured base, would distract him to the point he lost himself a bit. That was also why he didn’t bottom very often. He’d had some…not great experiences while still identifying as a woman in college. The sense of control made him feel safer.
But the thing was, he trusted Aspen just as much as they seemed to trust him. Aspen gazed up at him, their chin resting on his stomach, and he felt a little desperate to prove their trust was well-founded, even if only to himself.
“Do you want me to prep you with my fingers?” he asked.
He caught Aspen’s chin in his hand so he could bend down and press his lips to theirs, drinking in their whispered “yes.”
“Okay,” he said, patting their bare thigh. “Scoot up on the bed, I’m just going to grab something.”
He hurried back over to his desk and grabbed the vibe that came with the harness and slotted it into place before pulling out his half-empty bottle of lube. When he turned around, he found Aspen splayed out across the bed, in a very un-sexy pose.
That is, until they began absently playing with their dick. As Noah watched, they managed to find a sensitive spot, and they gasped, their back arching off the bed in a way that made Noah’s fingers ache to grab their hips.
Aspen looked down the length of their body and made eye contact with Noah. A small smirk appeared on their lips as their hand picked up speed. They only got halfway into moaning Noah’s name before he was on top of them, pressing their bodies together as their mouths found each other again.
It was hard to believe that this sexy person, with a tongue that danced like sin, and lips that felt like pillows, was their best friend. They’d spent hundreds if not thousands of hours together, and that whole time, this fire was slowly building between them.
Noah felt it burning across his skin everywhere he and Aspen were touching. He ran his hands up and down the curves of their hips, grasping at the meat of their ass as they explored each other's mouths.
With a soft groan, Aspen grabbed Noah’s hand and threaded it between their bodies. “Need you,” Aspen gasped into the kiss, and Noah teased his fingers over the tip of their dick.
“Do you like just the tip being played with?” Noah asked, swirling his fingers, before fitting Aspen’s dick between his middle and pointer finger. “Or do you like it to be stroked like this?”
Aspen groaned, thrusting up against Noah’s hand. “Yes.”
