The initial entrance felt strange, a different kind of resistance on the dildo than Aspen had experienced with Noah’s hand and mouth. Then there was Noah’s reaction. His shoulders pulled back under his body, and he arched off the bed, slowly taking in each inch with stilted breaths. Aspen tried to be as patient as they could, focusing on every twitch of Noah’s lips and clench of his muscles as they bottomed out. They wanted to buck and thrust and make him scream their name, but that clearly wasn’t how this was going to go.
When they were finally able to move, it became abundantly clear that Blair had been right. Aspen needed a lot of practice ontheir stroke game. It was surprisingly challenging to move their hips while also holding Noah’s legs open and aiming.
“I used to practice…with music,” Noah panted, as Aspen’s hips stuttered for the fifth time. “Do you want me to put something on with the tempo I like?”
Aspen nodded desperately, sweat dripping down their sides and sticking their hair to their forehead. Noah made this look easy, but it was anything but. Thus far, Noah had been nothing but sweet and patient, but Aspen was starting to feel hollowed out, and if they didn’t figure this out soon, they might actually cry. It felt a little like when they were trying to figure out a math problem in school, and no matter what they did, they just couldn’t seem to get it right. Their skin felt too small, like they were going to bust out of it.
Noah put on a familiar pop song and began tapping out the beat on Aspen’s thigh. This sort of worked, but what finally got them in the zone was when Noah started stroking his dick. He made these happy little noises in the back of his throat that Aspen wanted to tattoo on their eardrums.
“Feel good?” Aspen asked as their hips finally settled into a pace they could sustain.
Noah moaned and raised his arms above his head, grasping at his headboard with his eyes screwed tightly shut. He was quite possibly the sexiest, most attractive man Aspen had ever known. They wanted to lick the corded muscles in his throat and kiss every single rib. They wanted to spend the next four and a half months memorizing every freckle and mole on his body, hoping that maybe it would be enough to keep him forever.
After several minutes, which Aspen would call some of the most fulfilling sex they’d ever had, Noah instructed Aspen to go harder and gave them a few tips on how to angle their hips every few thrusts. Aspen followed every direction and understood, with startling clarity, what Noah meant about this not beingabout their pleasure. They were focused entirely on getting Noah off. If they had put the vibrator in their harness, they’d probably be ignoring it, like they were ignoring the slick and sweat accumulating on the straps between their legs.
“Oh, Asp… So good… Thank you,” he moaned after several more minutes.
Aspen lost their rhythm for a second before picking it back up. “You’re so ridiculous. Who says thank you for being fucked?”
“Pretty sure you thanked me when I played with your tits.”
“I was thanking you for naming them!” Aspen said, slamming into Noah and rolling their hips a few times, the way he seemed to like.
Noah brought one hand down and began stroking his dick. His eyes rolled back, and a small smile curled his lips. “Oh…okay, well…you’re welcome then.”
“For getting to fuck you?”
Noah whimpered as Aspen thrust into him with a few quick strokes. “Ahhh…ahh, yes.”
Aspen laughed, and it was as light as the butterfly wings fluttering in their chest. “Okay, babe. Thank you, and you’re welcome, too.”
Noah’s smile was like cotton candy. Sweet and wispy. They wanted to consume it, and consume him, pulling him inside them to rest right next to that happily fluttering butterfly.
“Come for me, babe,” Aspen whispered, and they bottomed out and bent over him, capturing his mouth in a kiss they didn’t release until he cried out one final time.
Noah drifted for a while, as he always did after finishing. Aspen had noticed after their first time together that he seemed to want to be held and caressed after sex. So, Aspen held him in their arms, alternating between drawing patterns on his back and stroking his corn silk hair.
“Are you happier now?” Noah asked, his voice laden with sleep.
Aspen kissed his forehead and went back to drawing an ugly school bus on his back. “I’m definitely not nervous about it anymore. I’d love to do it again, either with the same strap or a different one.”
Noah made a soft noise in the back of his throat. “But…are you happy?”
Aspen’s fingers stilled. “Areyouhappy?”
“As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”
Aspen sat up, bringing a very displeased Noah with them. They held him up by his shoulders until he could get his bearings.
“What–” he tried to ask, but Aspen cut him off.
“That’s going to be a problem, babe,” they said, their earlier fear about pushing this trial on him surging back to the surface. “Because, to be honest, hearing that makes me veryunhappy. Your happiness with our arrangement, and just in general, should not be a reflection of mine.”
Noah blinked several times before running both hands down his face. “Sorry, that’s…not quite what I meant.” He dropped his hands down to his sheet-covered lap and stared at them. “I’m very happy, because I’m having a lot of fun with you, our chemistry is off the charts, and I love that we’re able to have phenomenal sexandstill have our amazing friendship. I just meant that you’re the one who asked for more, so, while I’m very happy with how things are going, if you’re not, I need you to tell me. That way, I can adjust and not assume everything is great when it’s not. Like earlier? I had no idea you were feeling all those things, and I just want to make sure you’re still happy with this.”
Aspen rolled their eyes internally because, of course, Blair had been right a second time. Communicationwasessential. “Iam beyond thrilled with how we’re doing right now, babe. I don’t know if this is, like, the final evolution of our relationship or not, but as of right now, I am very happy.”
“Okay, and you’ll tell me if or when you need more?”
