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thinking about t4t frotting with till …
ftm/transmasc!till x ftm/transmasc!reader
content warnings: NSFW, dry humping, fingering (reader receiving), they switch, reader is implied to be on T but you can read them as pre-T as well, biting, marking, slight praise, a bit rough, kinda dirty talk (?), a lot of whining and whimpering, both fem and masc terms used to describe genitalia (dick, cunt, core)
a/n: this had been on my mind for months and i finally sat down and got it done yay!! lowkey the first nsfw drabble i post ... gulps ... hope you like it!
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you'd think till is a virgin the way he’s panting against your lips, trying to close his legs around your hips and pawing at your torso, your arms. he definitely isn't, though, he's this intense and needy every time you two fuck.
his hips grind against yours, and you'd tell him to take off his jeans because it'll be more comfortable if you didn't know him well enough to be aware if he's keeping them on it's because the friction against the denim fabric feels good. his lips press against yours sloppily and when you bring your hand up to the back of his head, whether it is to pull on his hair a bit or bring him closer you're not sure, he full on whines into your mouth and his back arches in pleasure, leaving absolutely no space between your torsos.
even the weight of him on your lap feels pleasurable, and the subtle ways in which both of you’d tried to out-freak as well as out-dom one another in the past have stayed as small things you know make the other weak and you use strategically. till knows if he slips a hand inside your pants and presses it between your legs and then kisses your neck, he’d physically feel on his hand how much wetter you got. you're aware grabbing till’s ass with both hands makes him grind against you faster. it's just the way things go.
the attempt you make at shifting his position on your lap and moving him slightly to the side so that your leg slots between his and vice versa is immediately rejected with a quiet groan of protest from till, and he returns exactly where he was before.
“don't do that, i wanna grind on your dick." he murmurs, sure but not so confident as to look you in the eye while being so needy, choosing instead to bury his face in the crook of your neck and nibble on the area where your neck and collarbone meet.
"mhm, you're right, i wanna grind on yours too. but i can barely feel you through the fabric.” you reply.
he doesn't waste any time slipping your pants off while he palms you through your underwear, grinning when you roll your hips against his hand. settling back on your thighs, he grinds against the damp fabric of your boxers experimentally, a wordless question in the air as he looks you in the eye; ‘too much?’
the way you grab his hips and press him down onto you harshly doesn't leave much room to doubt, but just in case, before kissing him once again you murmur lowly against his lips "harder.”
till’s way of fucking you is at the same time dominant enough to leave you boneless where you’re sat on the couch, and desperate to the point of submissiveness. it's hard to describe, but he makes you feel so wanted.
without the additional layer of your pants, the grind feels much more intense and you can't help but let out small moans and pants as you push back up into till’s hips, and into the black, rough, and not entirely dry fabric of his jeans. you can't last more than a few minutes before nearly whining "fuck, till, ‘m so close, need you so bad-”
to which he pulls away, not in a teasing or edging manner, but to fumble his way out of his pants, chest heaving with every breath as he nearly pounces down on you, humping your cunt just as aggressively as before. the moment is so raw, so intimate it only manages to make you twice as horny as you were a couple of minutes ago, and you feel the way slick is slowly seeping into your underwear even before starting to hear the obscene, wet noise the two pieces of fabric you're wearing are making.
“we're gonna- mhm make a mess on the couch" you manage to get out even as till’s kisses alternate between your neck, making you keen, and your mouth, directly rendering you unable to speak.
"i don't know about the couch, but what i’m surely gonna make a mess of is you. probably on you too.” he smiles despite the heavy flush on his cheeks, pulling away from you only enough to slip his shirt off and immediately pant heavily as your hands trace over his chest, and the outline of the pieces of tape he uses to bind. you lean forward and kiss down his neck, pausing below the area between his collarbones, over his sternum. the sweat makes his skin a bit salty when you lick it, and a full body shudder goes through him as you start sucking marks onto the skin of his upper chest. till momentarily stops grinding, nearly forgetting about what he was doing as he tries not to cum on the spot. ten seconds and an encouraging squeeze from your hand to his hip later he resumes his motions, and now it looks a lot less like he's railing you against the couch and much more like he's riding the fuck out of you, bouncing on you, only barely managing to avoid letting his head drop back in pleasure.
“f-fuck, ____, feels so good" he pants out, leaning closer to you and hugging your neck as his hips move against yours clearly less rhythmically and methodically than before. a quiet, nearly babbled litany of “i love you"s, “you're so beautiful"s, “‘m so glad you're my boyfriend"s and others soon starts leaving his lips, and that lets you know unequivocally that he's really close. not that he doesn't usually say those things, but the intimacy and intensity of moments like these during sex often make him emotional and needy. you hold him closer, and run your fingers through his hair, murmuring against his shoulder “what do you need, baby?".
“... off, please" he whimpers, and you swiftly pull his soaked boxers down, automatically swallowing once you see the way slick connects them to his cunt. you stop for a moment to take him in, how stunning he looks in all his naked glory, his happy trail, the grey fuzz on his inner thighs that gradually morphs into pubic hair, slightly trimmed but definitely not shaved, and his flushed face and blown wide pupils, the teal in his eyes nearly invisible. when you roughly pull him closer again, he automatically moans and you kiss him like you want to bruise his lips, to which he opens his mouth wider, whines and digs his fingers into your side, where his hand was placed.
as you keep grinding into each other, increasingly desperate, he wiggles his hips while they're pressed against yours and murmurs against your neck “fuck, you're getting big-" before biting down on it, nearly making you sob in pleasure.
"shit, i don't wanna cum before you.” he groans, halting his movements momentarily, as his voice tightens with the effort he's making to avoid doing so.
“till, you know i don't care about that, don't be stupid" you cut off his rumination before he's even finished the sentence, placing your hands on his hips and guiding him to start moving again, to which he opposes zero resistance. the moment you hear him start to let out short, soft moans you cradle the back of his head with your hand, grabbing his hair without pulling, and kiss him hard, hot and heavy. the noise he makes as his body tenses up is a mix between a sob, a whine and a loud moan, and he turns his face just enough to change the surface available to bite down on from your lips to your cheek. he doesn't think much about how difficult to explain a hard bite mark on your cheek is; right now he isn't thinking much at all. he rests his forehead against the tender area where you now sport the red imprint of your boyfriend's teeth as the pulsating sensation between his legs subsides, and a minute later he asks quietly, his words nearly slurred with exhaustion “finish you off in bed?".
you simply nod; telling him it's not necessary if he's too tired is always useless, he refuses to come himself and then not have you finish as well, unless you don't want to keep going. he argues that would be leaving you ‘un-taken care of’.
once you've made your way to the bedroom on wobbly legs, he takes your hands in his and pulls you towards the bed, where he lays down and taps his thigh softly in invitation, watching mesmerized as you finally slip off your own underwear as well. when you settle on his thigh, the feeling of slickness against his skin is immediate and very evident. he barely even comprehends how you can be this wet but he's so into it. leaning forward, he gently cups your face with one hand as the other snakes around your lower back, helping you grind on his leg. the tingling feeling that goes from your lower tummy all the way through your legs and up your chest builds quickly, and a couple of minutes later it unwinds and you come so hard it nearly hurts. it's one of those orgasms that knock the air out of your chest and leave your ears ringing and you let out a choked noise before biting down on his shoulder for a few seconds, nearly drawing blood, and then whimpering his name pathetically. it's embarrassing, really, there isn't much justification for it to be this intense, but you attribute it to the slow and prolonged build-up and the fact that you're down horrendous for till, as those arguments also account for the intensity of his own climax. he patiently lets you come down, soothing you with soft kisses and affectionate whispers and caressing your sides. when you've finally regained your breath and look lucid enough to make decisions on your own again, he asks, as per usual, “want me to finger you?" and the most eager nod one can manage when utterly exhausted is what you give him in response.
he sits you on his lap, over both legs now for better stability, and kisses you once, twice, thrice, you lose count. his fingers trail down your tummy, grazing your dick until they finally reach your core.
“you tell me if it hurts, yeah?" the small mumble of ‘good boy’ he gives you after you nod gets you even wetter than you already were. he carefully slips his middle finger inside you, little by little and stretching you open as gently as he can. at your lack of protest, he starts easing his ring finger in as well, slowing down and making sure they're both lubricated enough when you shift in slight discomfort.
once both of his fingers are entirely inside you, he curls them upwards once and your eyes go glassy. you muffle a whine into the hot skin of his shoulder, where you're resting your head, and finally give up on your pride.
“more, faster, please."
he's never mean when it comes to this, he wordlessly complies and speeds up the presses of his finger pads against that spot inside you. he can keep going fast like this for at least a few minutes, he hasn't done all that guitar practice for nothing after all. but after thirty seconds or so, when you squeeze his thigh, he stops and pulls out. he knows you won't cum from this, nor intend to do it, you explained it to him pretty early into when you two started having sex; you like to do it simply because it feels really good and he's been more than willing to lend you a hand, even more so when he saw how reactive you were to just a few curls of his fingers inside you. he's not a selfish lover by any means, but you were still surprised at the eagerness he showed to doing it again after the first time. and you don't address it unless you want to tease him, but more than once you’ve caught a glimpse of his other hand between his own legs as he fingerfucked you. he brings you back to the present by kissing your face thrice (one on each cheek, and one on your lips) and then taking his hand, completely covered in your arousal, to his mouth, and sucking each finger clean without breaking eye contact.
"god, if i wasn't so tired i’d fuck you again.” you murmur, looking at him completely smitten.
he chuckles and sweeps any strands of hair out of your sweaty forehead in a fond gesture, replying "easy, tiger, we should get cleaned up. we'll see about that tomorrow.”
afterwards, you shower together and end up turning the water off when you're done to cuddle in the tub under the accumulated steam, huddled close. sat between his thighs and leaning back on his chest, you think you could die happy. neither of you know how much time you spend like this, letting your hands wander over the available skin without any further intention than to feel each other’s presence and warmth.
could've worked harder on it but whatever, i like it. and i even got my philology major best friend to beta read it so that effort's gotta count for something right
cross posted on ao3 here
take care xx
aiden ✪
@/t4tilll on tumblr , t4tilll on ao3. do not cross post, translate, copy or plagiarize my work !
