Aspen blinked once before jerking forward and slamming their mouths together. They tasted sweet and musky, the familiar flavor of their saliva mixed with the new, tantalizing flavor of Rachel.
It was a combination he could get used to.
Noah had been playing with Rachel’s boobs the whole time, teasing the nipples and learning the precise curve and dip of each one, but now Rachel lifted her hands and began to play with Aspen’s tits.
“Oh…fuck,” Aspen groaned, dropping their forehead to Rachel’s shoulder.
Rachel squirmed in Noah’s arms, jerking up against the dildo, pressing it deeper into Aspen.
“Do you like kissing?” they asked, their voice a breathless rasp.
“I love kissing,” she said.
“Perfect,” Aspen sighed before catching her mouth in a kiss.
Rachel began moving her hips with fervor, and finally, Aspen pulled back with a moan.
“Oh god, just—just ride me…oh fuck, ride me, please.”
In a move only an acrobat, or an overly eager Aspen, could pull off, they wrapped their arms around her shoulders and yanked her forward and out of Noah’s arms. Aspen ended up flat on their back, and Rachel had to scramble on her hands and knees. Somehow, she managed to keep the dildo mostly inside her, and she sank down onto it with a groan, and Aspen let out a grateful sob of pleasure.
You’re just holding Aspen back. I’m sure they have better things to do than keep you company in your bachelorhood.
A snarl of emotions tried to rise inside Noah’s chest as he found himself utterly superfluous in their new position. Of course, he could lend a hand, but it didn’t really seem like either of them needed him. Maybe he could just watch and appreciate the opportunity–
“Noah!” Aspen called, not giving those swirling thoughts a chance to fully take shape. They flapped their hand desperately in his direction. “Need you!”
He allowed Aspen to guide him around until he was sitting next to their head, and they demanded he put his hands on both their tits. There were some slight bruises forming from where they’d instructed Rachel to pinch and play with them. Noah traced the shapes and teased their sensitive nipples as Rachel began to build up an impressive rhythm.
He wasn’t really sure if they’d imbued any useful nonheteronormative sex knowledge on her, or if she was just along for the ride. At least in this new position, he and Rachel were able to keep Aspen’s focus by playing fervently with their tits as Rachel made a very impressive show of riding their strap. This time, Rachel finished first, and Noah hoped that meant he and Aspen hadn’t donetoobadly tonight.
When she rolled off Aspen, she tried to offer to help, but that burning need seemed to dance along Aspen’s thread in Noah’s chest, and he took over. He grabbed the dildo in one hand and began pumping, while twisting Aspen’s nipple in the exact way they always begged for.
“Oh—shit, Noah!” Aspen cried, only for Rachel to begin stroking their dick and playing with their other tit. She moved her hands in perfect sync with Noah, like they’d been practicing this intimate choreography for years.
“So—fuck—so close,” Aspen gasped as they arched and bucked against their hands.
They were truly a sight to behold when they let loose, and with a soft scream, Aspen came undone. By the slack-jawed, almost reverent look on Rachel’s face, she seemed to appreciate Aspen for all that they were.
Which might include being neurodiverse.
Noah had heard Charlie talk about being diagnosed as neurodiverse as a kid, but he’d never opened up much about his actual diagnosis or what it meant for him. The term neurodiverse, and any of the specific diagnoses under it, had never been uttered in Noah’s household. God forbid they not be perfect–even when it was blatantly clear they were anything but.
Thoughts about Aspen, Charlie, and now Rachel swirled in Noah’s head as Aspen began to babble about how they were tired, and they bet Rachel was tired, and they promised that next time, they’d give her proper instructions on how to use the different kinds of straps.
Wait.
“Next time?” Noah asked.
“Yeah, that was fucking phenomenal. I’m absolutely down for a next time, and the fact that you managed to come on the first go means I bet you are too,” Aspen said as they laid afamiliar hand on Noah’s thigh, rubbing their thumb under the hem of his boxer briefs.
They were wet and rapidly growing uncomfortable, but Noah was too busy fighting to catch his breath as a snarl of worry filled the back of his throat. Was this Aspen asking Rachel out? Did that include Noah? What did it mean that he really hoped it did, because he’d also had an amazing time and could picture himself doing this with them for the rest of the trial–if not longer?
“I had a really great time, too. I’d love to learn more,” Rachel said, and Noah finally dared to look over at her. Her smile was small and a little shy, but her eyes practically glowed. She looked like the sunrise her lingerie had reminded him of. He felt that thread in his chest flare to life, matching the light she seemed to carry around with her.
“I also really liked hanging out with you both at the coffee shop. I’d love to maybe”—she glanced between the two of them and then smiled wider—“be friends?”
Aspen beamed at her. “Oh, hon, we are always down for new friends! If it’s a sexy friendship, that’s a bonus, but of course, we can talk to you about nonheteronormative sex with or without your active participation. Totally up to you.”
