reassuring sexual dysphoria
Being on top of them, hips buckling into their strap, feeling it nudge and glide against your insides, chest bare and bouncing, their breath matching yours, despite sitting below you and not being 'allowed' to touch you yet.
They've noticed your eyes avoid theirs, your hands tightening against their skin, hips being less fluid, the movement almost shameful.
Gasping and looking up at them. Taking your hands off their body and quickly covering your chest, sighing.
²"Feel like shit- not- not because of you.. just, I realised that I want to be so much more masculine, but I'm over here riding dick and moaning.. I feel.."
Their hands cupping your cheeks and guiding your gaze towards theirs.
¹"You're so sexy when you take control and ride me.. my little cowboy." Gaining a snicker, because that's such a stupid thing to say. ¹"Listen.. when you grip me down and just take me.. I feel like you're showing ownership, only you can turn me into a mess.. the position in sex is not relevant to a gender role.. I want you to feel good.. I don't want you to feel forced to bottom-"
²"No,no! I- like it.. I love riding you, I love when you fold me and just make me take you.. it feels so good. I just- don't want to be less masculine in your eyes.."
¹"You're in control of me.. you're my owner.. you've made me yours and continue to provide for me. Fuck.. I like feeling like I need to earn my place under you.. because even when I fuck you, you're in control, love."
Ending up in messy, sweaty, degenerate sex.
