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Aiden Zhou remained fixed on the steady ticking beat of the clock across from him. The dull, flavorless, droning beat. “Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick”. That was the only damn thing going on in the doctor’s office.

Perhaps, when played as the backing beat for a harmony of other instruments, he might have cared for it more. But on its own, it had about as much appeal as that one kid who spends long car rides kicking the back of the seat while chanting “Are we there yet? Are we there yet?” over and over and over and over and over.

Funnily enough, though… the matter of having kids was the reason he was here waiting in the first place.

Aiden gazed down at his lower stomach, and his hand drew towards it— but then paused, his heart now pounding like a rock. What if… there wasn’t a baby… in there…? Oh God, what if there wasn’t? What if the results said negative?

He took a deep breath. It’s okay, one part of him thought. Even if there isn’t, we can try again. This isn’t some one-and-only chance.

But what if it isn’t as easy to just keep trying again? thought the other part of him. What if there were actually some complications for him or Evie with the reproductive transplant operations? What if it would never be possible for him to become pregnant?

His throat and stomach stirred with nausea, the bile of the past five years seeming to rise up. The recurring woeful spirals of processing that pregnancy was (at that time) completely impossible for him. The agonizing wait for full genitalia and reproductive transplants to be made feasible. The fact that he and Evie had to go through this entire arduous wait and elaborate process before pregnancy could be possible for him.

Aiden’s stomach turned, and he frowned. God, how he’d much rather this nausea was coming from morning sickness.

Well, who knows? Maybe morning sickness was contributing too. He just wished it was the only contributor…

Um, not that he actually wanted to experience morning sickness, just that—

Aiden felt his cheeks searing slightly, face turning from green to red. Most people would think he was completely batshit if he were ever to say something like that, never mind think it. Not even just about morning sickness— just declaring his desire to become pregnant would’ve been more than enough to yield that exact outcome.

And the reactions would only be worse once he was pregnant for real. Sure, just about everyone important and trustworthy to him and Evie were more than supportive of their conception preferences. But the possibility of getting strange stares from strangers when he was soon showing was no less uncomfortable to think about. Not to mention the… less progressive-minded of their (mostly Aiden’s) relevant family members that they may or may not inevitably have to tell. He just barely managed a “Why would you want to get pregnant?” talk from his own mother… she was nowhere near as bad as some of his other relatives, but why in the ever loving hell did he need to be interrogated on what he wants???

Though sometimes, even he would question himself on that matter. It was hard not to… what with all that was going against him.

Yet, Aiden still knew that he wanted it. And he knew why he wanted it. He had his reasons, and they were pretty damn good reasons in his opinion. 

Maybe it was just hard to believe for himself sometimes. Most of his life, he barely even entertained the idea of pregnancy for himself— why waste time thinking about something that wasn’t even possible? And even if he’d considered a hypothetical situation, he probably would’ve thought himself lacking in the mental fortitude necessary for it. Only about nine years ago did Aiden start entertaining and liking the idea of being pregnant… and for the past five years, he’s known he really and firmly did want to bear his and Evie’s children.

And with him finally on the verge of achieving that now, what he certainly couldn’t bear was the possibility of having gone through all that past anxiety and frustration and waiting, only for pregnancy to still be unsuccessful for him. For all this effort to just be a trivial, shallow, idealistic waste of time—

He felt a stabbing pang in his heart, and his face started to harden. No, he told himself. Don’t let that mindset get to you again. Especially not now. You’re not wasting your time over this. You are not stupid, shallow, immature, or “sick” to want this. It’s not a useless or selfish or trivial thing to want.

Okay, true. But if this conception did turn out to be unsuccessful… what if that was his fault? What if he (and Evie) rushed into this? Yes, the reproductive transplant process had been deemed feasible, but what if it could’ve been improved? What if he should’ve waited a bit longer until it was? Or, even that aside, what if he should’ve waited until these transplants had been around for longer, and maybe more normalized and accepted by the general public?

But how much longer would he have to wait then, in either of those cases? Thirty-one is a pretty standard age to become pregnant, but what if he was in his forties or older by the time it was “better”? And thus it might’ve been more difficult or risky for him to try and become pregnant? If it turned out he had to wait until reproductive transplants were around for a bit longer, only for his chance for pregnancy to go right out the window—

Ugh. Waiting, waiting, waiting. Ninety percent of this process was just fucking waiting. Waiting for the reproductive transplant process to be made feasible. Waiting to fully heal from their operations. Waiting to know if they actually conceived. He was so sick of having to wait so fucking much. The goddamn ticks of the clock may as well have been just droning “Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.” at him, as if to deliberately tick him off further.

Aiden sighed. He was partly starting to regret the whole insist-on-going-to-the-appointments-alone-so-he-can-hear-the-results-first-and-then-plan-a-big-event-to-surprise-Evie-and-Luna-with-the-big-news scheme he’d been planning. Or hell, if he really wanted to get quick test results but still do a big surprise set-up announcement, he could’ve just done an at-home pregnancy test.

But perhaps, he supposed, this was the price to pay for wanting the more accurate test results. This agonizing wait in the doctor’s office, that was much less bearable without his wife and daughter.

Of course… he wasn’t necessarily alone right now. At least, there was a possibility he wasn’t alone.

Aiden glanced down at his stomach again, freezing in place momentarily... and then he slipped his hand under his shirt, under the waistband of his jeans, and pressed his palm against his bare lower abdomen. Almost immediately, he felt his heartbeat relax.

Sure, he thought, there might not be a kid… in there… But there also might be. And… he preferred to imagine there was. It soothed his heart from its former frantic pounding to a more gentle, steady beat.

Gently caressing his stomach, Aiden closed his eyes and began softly humming a tune— Mozart’s 16th Sonata in C, one of his favorites. The first song he played to a concert audience, the first song he played for Evie, the first song he played for Luna… and now, perhaps, the first song he plays for this yet-to-be-born child growing inside him.

And, oh, how there were so many more songs he’s been wanting to share with the baby, just as he did with Evie and Luna and his many other audiences. Aiden felt his heart flutter in tune with his singing, feeling both a rush of excitement and an air of peacefulness...

And then right at that moment, his song was cut off by the swing of the opening door, as Dr. Perry finally returned to the room. Aiden felt a spark of extra hope at the sight of the warm grin she was wearing.

“Alright, Mr. Zhou, I have your results…”

Aiden sat up straight and tense, his heartbeat accelerating again. “What do they say?”

Dr. Perry beamed at him. And spoke but three little words. And needed not continue further.

First, as promised, a virago flag version of the original edit that I should’ve included in the original post!

And now onto the actual fic!

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Aiden never realized it until now, but maybe it wasn’t the best idea to try and practice piano so soon after watching Evie play sports topless.

It started at the picnic they went on that afternoon with a few of their friends. Evie joined Caleb, Michael, and Emma in a game of two-on-two football, and due to it being a sweltering hot June day, she spent a majority of that game without a shirt.

And nearly two straight hours of her sweaty flexing abdominals and taut biceps was never not enchanting to Aiden. Even after four years of dating her. By the time the game and the picnic were over, he wanted nothing more than to bring her straight home with him, push her down onto his bed, and ride her until they were both sore.

And he figured, why shouldn’t he?

Evie, of course, was more than enthusiastic to come over to Aiden’s place and let him have his way with her. And even better— today was the day his parents would be spending the entire evening at a charity gala. But even though Aiden’s parents would be gone by the time he got back from the picnic, Evie needed at least an hour or two to get ready to spend the night.

No matter, though. Aiden needed plenty of time get ready himself, anyways.

After a very thorough prep session, Aiden still had at least an hour left. Perhaps some piano practice would help pass the time. Maybe he could even get started on composing a new song for Evie.

Yes, perfect! He should be able to have a good amount of song done by the time Evie arrived— he already got plenty of musical inspiration from watching his love in action. He could compose thousands of new pieces just based on her smile alone.

…

Nearly an hour later, and no musical progress had been made.

Any attempt to write down or try out notes was halted by his mind going fuzzy. He thought of Evie for his tunes… and then those thoughts took complete control. And soon, his pants were growing tight. His whole body was rushing with heat.

Normally, Aiden could compose Evie-inspired pieces without losing focus. Today, however, was not one of those days. The sweltering sun may have been setting now, but the memory of Evie’s glistening sweaty muscles that day was still freshly well-burned into his mind and taking forever to cool down. His body was aching in that all-too-familiar manner… the kind that only Evie could soothe. But he wasn’t sure when exactly she’d be coming over, and he just couldn’t wait any longer.

And to get through this wait… his fingers needed to be working something that wasn’t the piano keys.

Today was Aiden’s lucky day, though. With his parents already gone, he could take care of his needs right this instant, and he wouldn’t have to worry about moving to his bedroom or the bathroom, or even locking the door. Immediately, he slid his hand off the keys of the piano and snaked it down into his pants, the image of his girlfriend’s mesmerizing muscles still white-hot bright in his mind. And it only became sharper as his hand slid lower, brushing the side of his cock.

Aiden raised a leg up, planting his foot on the piano bench to allow himself easier access to his hole— and the bench creaked slightly under him. He jolted a little— but he knew it wasn’t something to worry about.

Though, if it did break by any chance… maybe Evie could come over and fix it, or build him a new one. Then he’d have her all to himself… and better yet, he could even watch the tensing and flexing of her wonderful biceps as she worked on building the new bench…

Oh. Fuck yes.

The images sparked, becoming more clear in his mind. Evie, the craftswoman. The hunky craftswoman. Building him his very own, premium quality, custom specialty-made piano bench. Oh, that just felt so right for some reason.

Evie invites him to her workshop garage every time she’s working on the bench. Only one of those days was his presence actually needed for crafting the bench, as she needed to get his measurements in order to make the appropriate size of seat. But even when he isn’t needed, she far prefers when he’s there— and much to her delight, Aiden always shows up to eagerly watch every step of the process.

Every day when he comes over, he makes sure to arrive in a simple-yet-tantalizing little ensemble. Sometimes he may feel like sporting some kind of crop top, other days he may feel like going in a regular t-shirt or button-up. But he always pairs it with form-fitting, short-inseam denim shorts, keeping the ensemble sexy whichever way by showing off his thighs and hugging his hips and ass ever-so-perfectly. That way, Evie always has something lovely to gaze at while she crafts.

Aiden, of course, has something lovely to gaze at, too. Evie’s always completely topless when she works, no bra. Maybe a sweat towel hanging over her neck, at most. He can see all the muscles of her upper torso— abs, pecs, biceps, forearms, back muscles… all on display for him, and so well-defined that she may as well have carved and crafted them herself.

And, *oh*, how they all flex so deliciously. All forming a symphony of muscle and strength, harmonious in every movement— carrying stacks of wood on her gloriously bulky arms, hammering pieces together, sawing wood into smaller pieces, cutting and painting and carving and measuring and whatever else one does when crafting a piano bench.

Aiden keeps himself still, watching in silent, patient admiration… but every so often, while she’s carrying materials across the garage, she flashes him a knowing smirk and twitches her taut biceps *just so*.

And poor Aiden then finds himself in a dilemma— should he continue being patient and enjoy watching her work; or should he give in, drop his shorts, bend himself over her desk, and demand her to take him roughly and passionately? He knows she won’t mind the latter option at all, but at the same time, he can’t help but feel it best to sit back and let her work without interruption. 

Besides, she’s giving him *such* a fantastic show… why interrupt it and not relish it?

Aiden’s fingers drew lower to his hole, massaging his taint on the way down and making his cock jump. God, how he needed Evie’s cock just as much as he did her muscles.

Hmmm, or maybe strap-on... actually, no, a cock. That seemed more right for this, for some reason. Evie herself desires to possess a flesh cock, after all. Though Aiden never loved her strap any less… but for both of them, it was often nice to imagine if she did have a cock.

Whatever the case, though, he desperately needed her inside him.

So one day, she finally finishes the stool. Aiden, clad in his short shorts and a snug, plain white tee this time, comes over to watch… only to find a fully completed piano bench: plywood, black-painted and professionally polished, with a soft, black cushioned velvet seat. 

A bench of such exceptional quality… that its creator is deserving of a *very* special “thank you”.

Or, even better…

Evie gives a small jiggle to the newly-made bench in front of him. “I’ve made sure it’s incredibly sturdy, but I will need to check to make extra sure it won’t break too easily…”

She stands back up, and walks around to sit on the piano bench, wiggling slightly as she settles onto it. It barely even quivers under her… but Aiden, however, quivered greatly.

“What’s the verdict?” He treads closer, standing right in front of her. “Is it sturdy?”

“Seems good so far, but… I may need a bit of extra help in *properly* testing it.” She tilts her head up at him, meeting his gaze… a calm, yet knowing smirk on her face. “Would you perhaps… be able to help me with that?”

Aiden nodded fervently. “I’d fucking love to, Evie.”

Evie’s eyelids lower and she gives a deep chuckle, as she removes and tosses aside her tool belt. “Like I even had to ask.”

With rough, calloused hands, she seizes Aiden by the hips and pulls him right into her lap. Aiden felt his heart pound like the very hammer he’d pictured Evie using, and pressed his finger into—

God fucking damn it. He forgot the damn lube. How could he forget the damn lube—

After a quick storm to his bedroom, Aiden returned back to his music room, lube bottle in hand. He tore off his jeans and underwear and sat back onto the piano bench in the same position as before. He took a deep breath, sitting in place as he huffed in annoyance.

But after a few more deep breaths, his frustration soon subsided, and he could re-focus on where he left off.

Evie reaches forward and pulls his shorts and underwear off, then grabs him by the hips with those wonderfully rough, work-calloused hands, and pulls him on top of her. Aiden drops straight into her lap, straddling her, the throbbing bulge in her jeans fitting perfectly between his ample asscheeks… oh fuck.

A shiver raked through Aiden’s body, precum already spilling endlessly from his erect cock. He quickly opened the lube and coated his fingers in it, before reaching back down to his awaiting entrance.

“Seems pretty sturdy so far…” Evie remarks, as her hands *squeeeeeeeze* Aiden’s asscheeks.

Aiden let out a sudden breathy gasp. “Indeed. But why don’t we *really* put it to the test?”

Aiden bucks his hips forwards and then rolls back, grinding his taint right against Evie’s straining bulge, eliciting harmonious moans from the both of them. His body raced with gratification, and he rolls again. And again. And again. Evie’s bulge throbs harder and harder beneath him, and it only makes him work faster and more intensely.

And once again, Aiden finds himself in a dilemma. On one hand, what he really wants is for her to whip out her thick cock and jackhammer him into oblivion. But on the other hand, *God*, it also just feels too good to rub on her bulge like this! 

Aiden pressed his middle and ring fingers forcefully against himself, stroking them up and down over his taint and his hole. Pleasure surged through him as Evie’s throbbing bulge massages against him, at the same tune at which he pressed his fingers against himself.

But as he makes her bulge grow more and more erect, two fingers was not enough. He balled his hand into a fist and ground it against himself, gently bucking his taint against his knuckles.

Aiden pants deeply, still rolling his ass on Evie’s bulge, still torn between his options. Part of him tells himself to keep going, another part tells himself to mount on her dick *right now* already. But he just kept grinding on her, almost by instinct.

Just then, Evie grabs him, holding him in place as she leans in to kiss him. “You’re doing fantastic so far, My King…”

Aiden beamed widely, his cock giving a small twitch.

“But I think our testing needs to be a little more *intense*, don’t you think?”

Aiden’s eyes darkened, his whole body aching in pure excitement. “Oh, yes please.”

Aiden lifts himself up, giving Evie just enough room to undo her fly and ready her most splendid tool of them all. He almost felt a small spin of dizziness as her thick, pulsing cock springs out and against his ass.

With short breaths, Aiden re-applied some lube to his fingers, just as Evie drizzles lube all over her erection. He brought his fingers down to his entrance, she lifts his hips up over her cock. Aiden let out a ragged breath as his middle and ring fingers, the tip of her leaking cock, settled at his hole. He felt his own precum drizzling all over himself. His legs were shaking in anticipation.

He took a deep breath, and then plunged his fingers right in, and— 

“Evie-!!! Oh—”

Aiden thrusts himself down *hard* onto Evie, the two nearly screaming out in unison as he envelops her cock.

Aiden begins panting deeply as he settles onto her cock, relishing in how perfectly it stretches his hole and stuffs him full. Evie pulls him in for a deep kiss,and sighs satisfactorily as she breaks it.

“God, you’re so fucking good at this, My King,” she groans, massaging his plump cheeks. “My sexy Goddess King.”

Aiden felt his whole body light up, another twitch of his cock, and he curled his fingers gently inside himself…

Aiden wiggles his hips a bit, giving a pleased whine as Evie’s cock shifts inside him. Evie grunts deeply, and kisses him furiously.

“It’s so fucking hot when you do that,” she growls. “Or when you grind on my cock. Or when you do literally any fucking thing,” she presses another kiss to his lips. “I’ll never get tired of saying it, my love. You really know how to please a woman~”

Aiden breathed quickly, beaming brightly at her, feeling his whole body trembling and on fire. “Well… you also gave me an excellent show these past few days.”

“That, I did…”

Aiden sits up straight and places his hands on her shoulders, his voice dropping to a deep, hungry growl.

“So now… it’s my turn to give you a show.”

Evie gasps raggedly. “Oh god, *yes*~”

Aiden withdrew his fingers, and then plunged them back in. Again, and again, and again. He let out a series of unrestrained groans and moans as his own talented, well-trained fingers reached deep into himself— massaging, working his prostate for all its worth, stretching himself out pleasurably.

But in his mind, he’s lifting himself up, then thrusting himself back down vigorously. In his mind, it was not his two fingers, but Evie’s cock, grazing against his prostate over and over. Hammering his prostate just as precisely and expertly as her actual hammer would hit a nail. Driving her cock deeper into him at the same steady, pounding beat as her hammer would thoroughly drive the nail in deeper.

“Ohhhhh, fuck~ Evie~”

“God, you’re so— fucking— *good* with— my— cock!!!”

Aiden continues his bouncing, not stopping for anything. Evie continues to squeeze his ass and spit praises into his ear. In between words, she often draws him in for a kiss, and he immediately captures her lips, locked into her kiss while still riding.

“You’re so— so big, Evie—“ he panted. “You fill me up… so well— so good~”

Aiden tenses slightly, his walls giving her cock a very firm squeeze, eliciting a throaty moan from her.

“You have such a perfect ass~ it feels so good on my cock… and you’re so good with it… fuck~”

Aiden squeezes his arms and legs tighter around her, his ass constricting even more around her cock.

Aiden drove his fingers harder against his prostate, and began twisting and swirling his fingers inside himself, as he imagined himself swiveling his hips while bouncing.

“Fuuuuuuuck Aidennnnnnnnnn~!!!”

Aiden let out a string of choked gasps and moans as Evie takes hold of him by the waist. He meets her gaze— her eyes narrowed, her mouth open, panting heavily, desperately. That classic gorgeous ass-drunk expression that he knew he was always responsible for.

But as he gazes at her face, another need sparks in him.

For one, the need to get off this piano bench— his back was getting rather sore. Aiden got himself up and darted to the nearby couch, sighing in relief as laid down on the soft cushions. Legs up and apart, Aiden slipped his fingers back into himself, sighing pleasurably as he was now sitting more comfortably and able to push in deeper.

Now to take care of his main need…

Momentarily slowing down his bounces, Aiden pulls up his t-shirt just above his chest… and, like a north magnet to a south magnet, Evie immediately latches onto his nipple. Aiden gasps, then groans long and deep, mouth agape and grinning in satisfaction as Evie sucks hungrily at his soft perky nipple.

As he resumed thrusting into himself, Aiden swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and squeezed his chest with his free hand, massaging himself, gently teasing his nipple. Aiden threw his head back, grinning and clenching his teeth as he let out a long, almost guttural moan,

“Eviiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee…”

Carefully, Aiden keeps working his hips— still fucking Evie’s cock, but making sure not to make her dislodge from him. He lifts one hand to behind her head, gripping a tuft of her dark copper hair and securing her in place. Almost in tandem with him, Evie wraps her arms around his waist to hold onto him.

Aiden went on like this for quite a while— one hand pleasuring inside his hole, the other massaging his chest and nipples. And his imagining of Evie’s cock and mouth in their places respectively remained unbroken all throughout.

Soon enough, Aiden felt a small tingle start in his cock… and his heart accelerated with even more excitement. “God, Evie, I’m… so close…”

“Fuck, me too…”

Aiden wiggled his fingers inside himself as he pumped in and out, imagining Evie’s cock twitching inside him, and his whole body ignited.

“You gonna… fill me up…?”

“Like I’d… *ever*… answer no to that! Give me all you got, My King!”

Aiden slams his hips up and down as hard as he can, and Evie takes hold of his plump asscheeks as she bucks upwards into him as hard as she can— the two of them working harmoniously. The piano bench wiggles and creaks under them from their movements and bouncing, yet it manages to maintain its sturdiness.

Aiden curled his fingers relentlessly against his prostate, thrusting quicker and deeper. His hand immediately flew to his mouth, squeezing around it, but only just to somewhat muffle his series of curses and moans and gasps. His cock pulsed more, and more, and soon—

Evie gives one final buck and Aiden slams down one final time, the two colliding against each other as Evie releases her load deep into Aiden. Aiden is flooded with hot jizz completely filling him up, some of it leaking out and onto Evie.

Aiden tensed, and let out a desperate cry as he reached his climax. He moved his hand from his mouth and to his dick, angling it so that his cum landed on himself and not on the couch.

Aiden and Evie remain in place, locked in each other’s embrace as they catch their breaths. Then Evie leans in and plants a firm kiss on his lips, and Aiden returns it feverishly. 

Evie breaks the kiss and stands up from the bench, and Aiden carefully slides off her cock. He quivers as he gets onto his feet, as a small droplet of Evie’s cum oozes from him and runs down his inner thigh. He turns to Evie, who is eyeing the piano bench as she zips her jeans back up— taking note of the few drops of cum that landed on her and were staining her jeans.

“How’d the bench fare?” Aiden asks, as he retrieves his shorts and underwear and pulls them back on.

Evie bends down and checks the bench, giving it a few wiggles and inspecting it all over. “Barely, if any, damage. It’s completely sturdy.”

And not even stained either, Aiden thinks as he fastens the button on his shorts. Though, it’s Evie’s jeans he’d have to thank for that, probably.

Aiden beams at her. “Only you could craft a bench so perfect.”

“And only you could provide such good help in testing my craftwork.”

Evie grabs Aiden’s waist and gently tugs him in for one more passionate kiss, before they exchange “thank you”s and “goodbye”s, and Aiden takes his beautiful new piano bench home with him.

Aiden’s head was spinning as his fantasy faded into its end. He panted heavily, trying to catch his breath… but with a wide, almost drunken grin on his face.

Once he got himself together, Aiden sat up and quickly cleaned himself up, before putting on a fresh pair of underwear and changing into a pajama top and shorts. After cleaning everything else up that needed cleaning, he returned to his piano. He took a deep breath and sighed contentedly, feeling much more refreshed and more-than-ready to focus on his music.

But suddenly, came the ring of the doorbell. 

Aiden frowned in mild disappointment. For one, he made zero progress on even getting started on a new composition for Evie; and for two, he needed a lot more time for a breather before getting wild with her.

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All Chapters

Bk1 Ch1: The First Day

Bk1 Ch2: The High School (Pool) Party

Bk1 Ch3: The Dream Team

Bk1 Ch4: Evie’s Big Hit

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During a three-way between Evie, Aiden, and Cameron…

Cameron laid down on their back on the bed, ready for Aiden to climb on top. Evie took out a bottle of lube from her pocket, opened it, and squeezed it hard over their erection, making them hiss softly as she drizzled copious amounts of the cool fluid all over their cock.

“Damn, have a little dick with your lube, huh?” Cameron gave a small chuckle.

“Heh, sorry…” Evie said, a little sheepishly.

“It’s a habit of hers,” Aiden responded. “But in our case, no harm in too much lube.”

“Unless you don’t like getting all messy, I guess.”

“Definitely not a problem for me,” Cameron said, grinning.

“Alright, then. Are you ready?” Aiden asked.

“You bet.”

Aiden climbed on top of Cameron, straddling them. He reached back to spread his asscheeks apart, letting their cock rest right against his awaiting well-prepped hole. As he began gently rolling his hips against their cock, their eyes traced over his body. Each and every one of his features– his chest, his stomach, his legs– was a work of art.

The sight, the feeling of skin against skin, and the rhythmic manner in which he gyrated his hips seemed to entrance Cameron. Almost lost in the sensations, they began reaching up, about to grab onto his upper legs. But then they quickly stopped themselves, withdrawing as their face began turning berry red.

Aiden raised an eyebrow at them. “Cameron, I told you… it’s okay.”

“Sorry… just still getting used to this. Since I did have a crush on you back at Berry and all…”

“I get it. But you don’t have to worry. If that factor was too weird for us, well… we wouldn’t exactly all be here, now, would we?”

“That’s a good point.”

Cameron glanced at Aiden’s warm smile, and placed their hands on his legs, caressing the smooth surface of his shapely thighs. Aiden let them caress him for a moment, before he lifted his hips up and he moved back, positioning his entrance correctly onto the tip of Cameron’s cock.

Then, Aiden pushed down, making Cameron gasp as their tip popped in and he slid down with ease. They gripped his legs tighter, fingers pressing into his flesh, drawing in a breath through clenched teeth as Aiden’s ass slowly enveloped all of their cock.

“Oh fuck…”

“You f-feel amazing, Cameron…”

Cameron’s face turned bright red again. But they grinned proudly nevertheless.

Bracing himself on the surface of the bed, Aiden began gently lifting his hips up and down, sliding up off of Cameron’s cock, and then back down at the same pace. Soft gasps and moans escaped his lips with every movement as their cock bumped against his prostate. His thrusts were smooth and steady, yet at the same time, he seemed tense, like he was holding back in his motions, stopping himself and slowing down whenever it seemed like he was getting too into it.

Aiden tried to conserve his energy… but then he would look down at Cameron, at their darkened eyes, half-open mouth, head thrown back into the pillow… and his bounces would speed up just a tiny bit. The deep groans they made when he took them inside, the way their dexterous hands squeezed his thighs and hips, the way their erection pulsed inside him… it made him feel guilty about holding back. Sure, they were already enjoying themselves, but he wanted them to have one of the best nights of their goddamn life, and not just during when they were sharing him with Evie.

Speaking of which, Evie was sitting next to the two of them on the bed, gently stroking her own silicone cock as she watched Aiden riding Cameron like a pro. Her clit pulsed, and with every stroke of her hand, the base of her strap-on would tease her… an appetizer before the main course.

But even just the show in front of her was enough to get her going— partly in anticipation for what the three had planned, partly at the sight of her boyfriend bouncing up and down on Cameron’s cock. Oh, how she loved to be the one getting her cock destroyed by her beauteous bootylicious boyfriend… but she wasn’t ashamed to admit, there was something special about watching him do that with someone else. More variety in viewpoint angles, for one thing.

After a few more minutes, Aiden stopped bouncing and took a deep breath. Then he leaned downwards, bracing himself on his elbows and forearms, now lying front-to-front with Cameron. His entrance was presented for Evie, while not letting go of Cameron’s cock.

“I’m ready.”

Heart racing and clit tingling, Evie drizzled lube all over her cock, some of it dripping onto the carpet. She walked up behind them and positioned herself, making his legs twitch as her tip pressed against his already-filled entrance. She thrust gently, prodding against his hole… and soon enough, she popped inside, sliding inside him alongside Cameron.

“O-ohhh—" Aiden’s eyes widened, his heart pounding through his chest. His back arched, his whole body tensing as he was stretched out more than ever before. He could barely even speak; all that came out were long moans and pants.

Cameron drew in a sharp breath, feeling the increased pressure on their cock as Evie made her way inside. Her cock massaged along theirs, and that combined with the tightness of Aiden’s walls was making their entire body heat up.

Evie took her time, gradually sheathing herself inside while holding onto Aiden’s hips. While she unfortunately couldn’t feel Aiden’s tightness around her, the increased friction on her entry and the strap-on base grinding against her was doing wonders to her clit. But even without that sensation, she was already feeling her clit throbbing intensely just at the sight of her cock disappearing into Aiden.

Soon enough, Evie pushed herself fully inside Aiden. There was a small twinge of pain that made him whimper, but it quickly subsided, and it didn’t take long for him to accommodate to the two cocks inside him. Granted it wasn’t exactly the first time he’d tried this– he and Evie had added a second dildo to the equation a couple of times. It felt amazing, but at the same time, like something was missing. He’d been much more full, and yet… still empty.

But this time around… he didn’t feel empty in the slightest.

“Damn, Aiden…” Cameron gapsed, reaching up to caress his asscheeks. “I had no idea you’d be so good at this. I mean, you said you hadn’t done this very often, right?”

Aiden’s face turned bright red. “Y-yeah…”

“Well, you’re pretty good for a newcomer. You’re taking us so well.” Cameron smirked and gave a small squeeze to his ass. They could feel his cock twitch against their stomach as they did so.

“You can say that again, Cameron~” Evie added, running her hands up and down his sides, fingers tracing the surface of his waist, stomach, and hips. “You’re fantastic at taking us, and you look so hot doing it too~”

Aiden’s whole body shuddered with delight. Evie and Cameron both moaned at the vibration.

“Alright… you ready, My King?” Evie asked.

Aiden nodded frantically, gasping “F-fuck yes…”

“And you, Cameron?”

“Like you even had to ask.”

Evie took a firm grip on Aiden’s waist, and Cameron on his ass. Then the two began thrusting— Cameron bucked their hips up and down, while Evie pumped back and forth. Even though they were both dripping with lube, they started off slow, making sure to avoid hurting their shared lover and instead find their rhythm gradually.

As they were building into a pace that was smooth, quick, but not too rough, they wasted no time showering Aiden with their affections. Evie would lean down to pepper his shoulder and upper back with kisses, or spit praises into his ear with a low growl. “You feel amazing”, “You’re so hot like this”, “You’re doing so well, My King”. Cameron would tell him the same, and occasionally prop themselves up on their elbows to capture his lips in a brief yet furious kiss. Hands from both of them roamed all over his body, gracing him with a loving massage.

And all throughout, Aiden was just falling apart on their cocks. Every thrust in made him cry out in pleasure, and whenever they both thrust in at the same time, he’d almost scream. His own erection was throbbing wildly against Cameron’s stomach. By instinct, he would sometimes start squirming in their grasps, or twisting his hips, or arching his back– but then he would quickly stop himself, worried that either of them might accidentally slip out of him. He wanted to demand for more, but the very most he could manage was the occasional “Yes!” amongst a continuous string of incoherent gasps, moans, and groans— that were more than enough to egg his lovers on.

He didn’t want this to stop for a second. He didn’t want them to stop for a second, not for anything. Their words, their hands, their thrusts… Aiden could feel almost a million hot sparks going off in his body. No longer did he feel empty. No longer was it just Evie and a disembodied dildo. Instead, his fullness was coming from two lovers, embracing him in front and back, both showering him with praise, surrounding him as he surrounded them.

But it wasn’t too long before Aiden felt his cock twitching, his whole body rushing. As much as he didn’t want this to end, he couldn’t help but thrust himself back, wiggling his hips slightly. “Evie— Cameron— I’m gonna— hahhh~" He could just barely pant those few words out.

“Nh… m-me too…” Cameron groaned, starting to roll their hips as they drove deeper into him. Aiden could definitely feel how close they were getting, their cock was twitching inside him harder and harder. Aiden thrust his ass backwards more, still unable to beg.

Evie increased the force of her pumps and began groaning louder. She grabbed the pump attached to her strap-on, loaded and ready to fill up Aiden with synthetic cum once she reached her climax. Aiden’s cock was throbbing harder than ever.

Bucking their hips upwards, Cameron came first, letting out a strained curse as they released their hot load deep into Aiden. The feeling made Aiden tighten around them and Evie, and begin letting out whines of desperation.

Evie was next. Rutting against her boyfriend’s ass, the friction from her movements had finally brought her to her climax with an almost bellowing cry. At that very moment, she pressed down on the syringe pump, following Cameron’s load with a thick stream of creamy fluid.

And sure enough, that second round of filling was enough to bring Aiden over the edge. Squealing in utter bliss, vision going white hot, and eyes rolling back, his own erection shot out all over his and Cameron’s stomachs.

Aiden collapsed on top of Cameron, both their and Evie’s cocks slipping out. He rolled over, lying on his back next to Cameron on the bed, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath.

Once she’d come down from the high of her own climax, Evie went to fetch some water for everyone. Meanwhile, Cameron sat up and began massaging Aiden’s hips and inner thighs. Aiden sighed contentedly, his body starting to relax.

“Mmm… you were amazing, Cameron… you and Evie both.”

“As were you, of course~”

After Evie returned and gave everyone their water, she took a moment to gaze between his legs, eyeing the mix of cum seeping from his well-stuffed asshole. Her eyes roamed over his whole body too, taking in his skin glistening with sweat, his flustered face, his messy matted hair.

“Heh, wow…” she muttered. “So fucking hot…”

Aiden smirked at her. “Evie, I’m flattered, but we can’t have you getting hot and bothered again this soon~”

“Yeah, I know, I know~”

Evie laid down next to Aiden and kissed him on the cheek, wrapping an arm around his middle. Aiden turned towards her and nuzzled her as she began massaging his body as well.

Aiden sat on his piano bench with his legs crossed, facing the door of his music room as he waited patiently for his newest piano student. He drummed his fingers lightly on the bench, occasionally checking his watch. 

Soon enough, the prospective protégé entered the room.

“Welcome, Ms. Ayana,” A gentle smile– serious, yet welcoming– grew on his face. “Are you ready for your piano lesson?”

Evie barely heard him as she took in his outfit. The grey argyle sweater vest that fit nicely over the subtle contours of his chest, over a simple black necktie and a white button up with sleeves rolled up to the biceps. The dark grey slacks that hugged his hips, ass, and legs oh-so-perfectly, paired with a sleek black leather belt. And a pair of black oxford shoes to top it all off. 

It was an ensemble he’d worn so many times, yet the way it enticed her never wore thin. Semi-subconsciously, Evie reached down towards her crotch, feeling the bulge of her strap-on under her jeans. The base tickled her clit as she gently pressed against it.

“Ms. Ayana?” he tilted his head sideways, maintaining his serious demeanor. Evie quickly retracted her hand from her crotch, while also noticing how his pupils had grown, how his cheeks had turned pale red. 

“Yes?” she answered, meeting his eyes.

“Are you ready for your piano lesson?”

“I am, indeed.”

“Good. Now, how about you start off by showing me what you know?”

“I… I’m afraid I don’t have any experience. I was wondering if you could teach me, Professor Zhou.”

“You can just call me ‘Mr. Zhou’. You don’t need to call me Profess…” 

He took a moment to repeat Evie’s words in his head a couple of times. Evie raised an eyebrow at him. 

Then, his lips started to curl into a sly grin. 

“Actually… ‘Professor Zhou’ is fine.”

“Alright…” Evie quivered slightly, feeling her heart and her clit jump. “So, uh… you’d be happy to teach me?”

“Of course. That’s my job, isn’t it?”

“Yeah… so what do I do first?”

“Before you do anything… let me examine your fingers.” 

Aiden got up off the piano bench and headed towards Evie, taking both of her hands in his and running his fingers over her palms and fingertips. Her heart fluttered at his firm yet gentle touch, relishing in the familiar tenderness, the way his eyes seemed to darken at the mere sight of her hands. And knowing what it was slowly leading to… made her blood start to rush lower.

But as she spoke to Aiden, she put on a quizzical expression, raising an eyebrow at him. “Wh-what are you examining my fingers for?”

“I’m assessing your piano experience. It definitely does not seem like you have much of it. Or any instrument experience, for that matter.”

“You’re correct. I don’t know any instruments.”

“Well, you came here to learn piano, right? So that’s what we’re going to focus on. However…”

Evie felt her heart thumping faster. 

“Hm?”

“Before we have you attempting to play the piano, I think it’s important we test your finger strength first.”

Evie tensed, forcibly suppressing a very shallow gasp as her clit gave a particularly hard throb against the base of her strap-on, sending a wave of excitement through her body. “How come?”

Aiden held her fingers in his hands, caressing them and subconsciously squeezing them. “Playing the piano requires a great amount of finger strength and dexterity. A lot of instruments do, but especially the piano. If I can assess how good your fine motor skills are, I can figure out how to best train you on this instrument.” 

“Sounds good. So, what’s my first exercise?”

“We’ll start easy, but each of these little exercises will increase in difficulty,” Aiden reluctantly let go of her hands, and then stepped back. “First… remove my sweater.”

Evie almost grinned, but just barely suppressed it. Instead, she widened her eyes. 

“You want me to…?”

“Yes. Pull it off. It should be easy, shouldn’t it?”

Evie took in his unwavering expression, feeling a small tingle in her lower regions. She inhaled deeply, then nodded. As she took hold of the hem of his sweater, though, she got a brief glimpse of the growing bulge in his slacks. But she paid it no mind as she peeled off his sweater vest. 

“What next?” she asked.

“Undo the buttons on…” he paused. “Actually, before that… remove my belt and pants.”

Damn, already? Nevertheless, Evie bent down and quickly undid his belt buckle, pulled the belt out from the loops in his slacks, then unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks. She let the pants drop down around Aiden’s ankles, revealing opaque black lace panties and solid black knee-high crew socks underneath. 

“I think these exercises are a bit too easy…” she said, as her eyes roamed over his hips and legs. 

Aiden pulled himself out of his pants and smirked at her. “Don’t speak too soon. You need to undo my tie next. And I don’t just mean loosening it enough to remove– I mean untying it completely.”

Evie quivered again at his tone. “That shouldn’t be too hard…” 

She got to work– gently loosening the knot, pulling out the short end a bit, pulling out the long end completely with her thumb and forefinger, looping it back, and finally pulling it out. She stepped back, letting the tie hang over Aiden’s shoulders, under the collar of his shirt. His eyes widened. 

“Very good…” Aiden said. “You do have quite the skills…”

“I tend to wear suits to formal events, so I do have a bit of experience with neckties. I won’t lie, though… untying it can be a pain in the ass.”

“But with enough practice, it becomes less so, doesn’t it?”

“Exactly.”

“It’s much the same with learning any skill, piano included.”

“Oh, definitely. So what’s next?”

“Now we’re getting into a truly challenging exercise. I want you to unbutton my shirt…”

“That’s it?”

“...and I want you to try and undo each button in a row. To be able to go from one button to the next, in smooth succession.”

“...oh…” 

“Watch here.”

Aiden sat down at the piano and played some of the first few scales of Für Elise , the twinkling of the keys filling the room. But as she took in the gentle and pleasant melody, her eyes soon roamed away from his hands, and down to his ass on the piano bench. 

When he was finished, he stood back up and turned to Evie. 

“Did you see how my fingers moved across the keys?”

“I… I did, yes.” No, no she didn’t. But of course, having known Aiden for nearly five years now, she was more than familiar with the elegant manner in which his hands glid across the piano keys when he played. “It hardly looked like your hands even stopped moving.”

“Exactly. Being able to play the notes in smooth succession like that is an acquired skill. And to acquire it… obviously, you have to practice it, train the muscle memory. It takes work, so don’t be upset if you don’t get it right the first time.”

“Got it. So when should I start?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

Evie took a brief moment to herself. Then, she reached up and began undoing each of his buttons in a row– holding each part of the fabric in each hand and pulling the hole over the button. Most of the buttons went out fairly smoothly, but for a few of them, it took Evie a little longer to open. 

After she undid the last button, she withdrew her hands, letting his shirt hang open to expose his chest and stomach. She took a brief moment to gaze at his features before turning her head up to him. 

“How was that, Professor?”

“For a beginner, you did quite well. You, of course, need more practice, but you seem to be on the right track,” he grinned broadly at her. 

“Yay!” Evie bounced up and down a little. 

“And keep in mind, if you do practice it more, you’ll soon realize a big factor of these particular sorts of skills is barely having to think about what you’re doing. When you train the muscle memory well enough, you should be able to go through the necessary hand and finger movement patterns by pure instinct, without even having to think about which one comes next. That’s the key to undoing buttons or playing certain notes in smooth succession.”

“Awesome… so are we gonna practice that some more?”

“Actually… we’re onto the final exercise.”

Evie felt her face heat up, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it. “And what is that?”

“Before we train your fine muscle memory skills on the piano, I want to do something a little more focused on… stamina .” Aiden smirked again, seemingly holding back a smile. “It’s just as important to be able to work the keys without getting tired or sore.” 

“And what will my exercise be for that?”

“Allow me to show you.”

Aiden closed the third highest button of his shirt and then tied the hanging pieces together into a knot just under his chest, covering his tits while fully exposing his stomach. Then he hooked his thumbs into his panties and pushed them down, letting them fall to the floor and freeing his slightly-dripping erection. Evie drew in a sharp gasp, and didn’t even bother to suppress it this time. 

“Is something the matter, Ms. Ayana?”

“N-no, just… what exactly is my next exercise?”

“I’m about to show you. First… you’ll need this.” 

Aiden stepped out of his underwear, then went to his discarded slacks and fished out a small tube of lubricant from the pocket. He returned to Evie and handed the tube to her. 

“Since when did people use lubricant for playing the piano? Wouldn’t that be incredibly messy?”

“No. You’re going to be working your fingers…” Aiden turned around and bent over the piano, his chest hovering just above the keys. Then he reached back and gestured to his fully-exposed, well-prepped asshole. “...in here .”

Evie quivered, her legs trembling slightly. 

“You mean… inside…?”

“Yes. Inside.”

“How will this help with–”

“I’ll show you. Sit on the piano bench and put your index finger in…”

Evie took ragged, shallow breaths, as she sat and then brought the tip of her finger at his opening…

“Ms. Ayana, lube!”

“Right! Sorry!”

Evie opened the bottle and poured a generous amount of lube over Aiden’s hole, making him shiver as some of the slick, cool fluid spilled down his taint and his balls. 

“Okay… now may I put it in?”

“Yes, now.”

Feeling her clit throbbing, Evie brought her finger back to his entrance and pushed in. 

“O- oh ~” Aiden gasped, his body tensing and his hands almost gripping the piano as Evie’s finger slid all the way into him with ease. 

“Am I doing it right, Professor Zhou?”

“Y-yeah you… are…”

“Are you feeling alright, Professor?”

“More than alright… don’t worry about me…”

“If you say so. So what do I do next?”

“Now curl your finger down until I tell you…”

Evie did as told, pushing her finger down until she felt the small, familiar bump of his prostate. Aiden let out a soft, choked moan, tightening around her. Evie inhaled, feeling her head spin. 

“I-is… is that it…?”

Aiden nodded. “Yes… j-just like that, E– M-Ms. Ayana…” 

“Now what…?”

“That… that spot you feel in there? Keep pressing on it with your finger, as many times as you can and as hard as you can, until I tell you to stop.”

Evie wasted no time at all. She thrust her finger into him, over and over again. Aiden bit his lip and drew in a sharp breath. 

“...am I doing it right?”

“Y-yeah… keep going…”

Evie kept going, repeating the movements. Aiden arched his back, instantly bringing her gaze to his round ass. She began thrusting in just a little bit harder, dragging the pad of her finger against his spot, just how she knew he liked it. Aiden gripped the edge of the piano tightly, tensing. Every sound he let out– every gasp, moan, whimper– seemed to come out as only strained grunts and squeaks. 

“How am I doing, Professor?” Evie asked, still pumping her finger into him. 

“Very good. Your st-stamina is incredible…”

She grinned. “Thank you! But… my finger is getting a bit sore…”

“That’s understandable. Your hands are… definitely not going to be poised like this when you play an actual piano. But for now… would you like to switch fingers? Perhaps use your middle and ring fingers for the rest of this practice session?”

“Yes, please!”

Evie withdrew her index finger, and drizzled a bit of extra lubricant onto her middle and ring fingers, before pushing them into Aiden. A small “ Ah~ ” escaped his lips as her fingers stretched him, and it all made Evie’s heart race. 

“May I continue?” she asked. 

“You may, indeed.”

Evie resumed fingerfucking Aiden, but with more ferocity. With every thrust in, she pressed her fingers hard against his prostate, curling them slightly. Aiden managed to remain mostly still, but every so often, he would tense, or arch his back a bit more, or continue letting out those delectable little sounds. Even just one of these reactions seemed to prompt Evie to move her fingers faster, harder. 

Zeroed in on her boyfriend, she reached her left hand up and placed it on his smooth asscheek, holding him tight. Aiden let out a soft moan at her touch as she continued to–

“Miss Ayana! ” Aiden turned his head back towards her with a piercing glare. His voice was loud, clear, almost sharp. Evie jumped in her seat slightly and quickly looked up to meet him, pausing her movements.

“Huh? Wha- what’s wrong…?” 

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Uh… I, uh…”

“This is a formal piano training session. Try to control your hands, would you? Such inappropriate behavior in this setting is not allowed.”

“Y-yes, A- Professor…”

Evie removed her hand from his ass and brought it down between her legs, discreetly fondling her bulge as she resumed thrusting her fingers. Aiden turned his head away again.

She carried on fingering him, and soon, Aiden’s breathing became quicker and heavier. 

“Y-you’re… almost done, Evie…”

Evie’s heart pounded in excitement. She pumped her fingers faster, while lightly brushing her thumb against his taint. He tightened around her, and that only made her speed up even more. Aiden leaned down and against the piano, making notes ring out together in oddly delightful dissonance as his chest pressed against center keys. 

“Professor…?”

“K-keep going…! D-don’t stop until I tell you…”

She did as told, keeping her fingers moving, not stopping for anything. Little by little, Aiden’s moans began to slip out more and more, and soon enough…

“Evieeee-!!!”

Aiden tensed up and climaxed with a long cry. Evie continued thrusting her fingers, massaging hard against his prostate and his taint, causing him to cum even harder and make even more of a mess of the floor beneath. She wiggled in her seat a bit as she watched him, her strap-on shifting against her, making her let out soft grunts and moans. 

Shortly later, Aiden panted softly as his body began to relax.

“You may… remove your fingers, now…”

Evie withdrew her fingers. After catching his breath, Aiden stood up and turned to face her.

“How’d I do… Professor?”

Aiden gleamed at her.

“Fantastic, Ms. Ayana. Especially for a beginner. I already have a feeling that you’ll become an exceptional piano player. 

“With a piano teacher like you? I’ll surely become great, without a doubt~”

A hint of blush grew on Aiden’s cheeks. 

“Of course, we still have to exercise the rest of your fingers… but that can wait. I think you deserve a break. Or even…” he tilted his head slightly, now with a more sly grin. “...perhaps, a prize. For being such an exceptional student today.”

“Oh yeah? And what would that prize be?”

Aiden smirked at her, before leaning down, cupping her face in his hands, and pulling in for a deep, almost ferocious kiss. Evie moaned into the kiss, and gasped loudly once he broke it.

“Professor Zhou!” she gave him a huge, wide-eyed stare, trying her hardest not to smile. “Isn’t this… well… kind of inappropriate? You are my teacher, after all…”

“...well…” 

Aiden hesitated for a moment, blushing softly as he began searching for his next words. But soon enough, they came to him, and his grin returned. 

“Do you want me to stop?”

Evie smiled back at him. “... Fuck no.”

Aiden climbed over Evie, straddling her lap on the piano bench, and pressed his lips to hers as he kissed her hungrily. Her hands gripped his waist, and quickly slid down, feeling his hips and then landing on his ass. She gave his plump cheeks a firm *squeeeeze* . Aiden let out a melodious moan, still kissing her.

“Sorry, I figured that… that would be… more acceptable, now…” Evie panted, speaking between kisses.

“It is, indeed, don’t worry.”

“Oh yeah? Hmm… then what about this?”

She moved her hand away, before bringing it against his ass with a splitting *SMACK!* . Aiden yelped, jolting a little, and Evie could feel his cock twitch against her stomach. 

“Th-that’s acceptable, too. And it’s also convincing me you’d be a fantastic percussionist as well.”

“I… might be interested in learning that, too~” Evie slapped both of her hands against Aiden’s asscheeks– more lightly this time, but still enough such that she could hear him gasp and feel his cock jump again. 

“I’d be… more than happy to train you. But for now, let’s focus on your prize. Alright?”

“Sure…”

“Now, how about we take this to the couch, where it’ll be more comfortable for what I have planned?”

“Oh, yes, please.”

Aiden climbed up off of Evie. He retrieved the tube of lube, then took her by the hand and led her to the couch. She laid down on it on her back, and Aiden reached for the front of her jeans. 

“Professor…”

“This is my prize to you. Let me take care of it.”

Evie nodded, and relaxed on the couch as Aiden undid her fly. Evie lifted her hips up, allowing Aiden to pull down her jeans and boxers, and finally release her neon-purple silicone cock from its restraints. Her heart thumped rapidly in her chest as Aiden drew his attention to her cock, his eyes darkening at the very sight. 

Wasting no more time, Aiden climbed onto the couch, straddling Evie’s legs and sitting just in front of her cock. She looked up quizzically, as he took her cock in his hand and gently stroked it, up and down. 

“Ahh…” Evie gasped, the base of the strap-on massaging against her. “You have… quite the talented hands, Professor Zhou.”

He grinned softly. “What else did you expect from a years-long musical genius?”

Aiden began gently rubbing her up and down. At first, she relaxed onto the couch, gasping and sighing and relishing the sensations. But barely even minutes later, she was squirming and looking at Aiden pleadingly. He didn’t notice, though, and only continued to jerk her off. Evie tilted her head, in the hopes that he’d notice, but to no avail. 

“Um, Professor…?”

Aiden finally met her gaze. “Yes?”

“Are we… um… not to be rude, but… uh–”

“Is this all your prize was going to be? No. Don’t worry, it’s going to be quite a bit more than just this.”

“O-okay… uh…”

“And you’re going to get it right now.”

Aiden pulled out the bottle of lube and drizzled some onto Evie’s cock. Then he lifted his hips up and moved forward, positioning his entrance over the tip. Evie bit her lip in anticipation, her heart pounding so hard it was almost sure to burst.

Aiden looked down towards her. “Are you ready?”

“Hurry up… please…”

Aiden slipped his hands under Evie’s shirt, sliding them over her toned stomach as he began to lower himself down, taking her all in. He bit his lip, trying but failing to hold back a moan, as he was slowly filled up by Evie’s cock. 

“Fuck…” she gasped. 

Aiden settled himself on her lap, sighing contentedly as he completely enveloped her. He gently massaged his fingers over her stomach, tracing the bumps and grooves of her washboard abs. His eyes met hers, his gaze half-lidded and tender, yet twinkling with a hint of mischievousness.

“You feel so good, Ms. Ayana…”

Evie grinned giddily at him, facing him back with a delightful little sparkle in her eyes. “A-as do you~” 

Evie reached up to Aiden’s waist and caressed down, over his hips and ass. Aiden inhaled deeply, chest rising, as he took in the sight and feeling of his student under him. Especially that damn smile on her face. The same damn smile she always had when she was under him. The one that made all his insecurities and worries seem to melt away. The smile that said “I trust you”. 

And just then, to accompany this smile, Evie gave his ass a firm *squeeze* that said “Hurry the hell up already, dammit!”. 

Aiden chuckled softly. Then, bracing himself, he lifted his hips up, and then thrust back down onto her. The base of the strap-on ground against her clit as his ass thrust against her hips. Then he lifted up again, then thrust back down again. Again and again and again… 

“Ooooh~” Evie let out a deep groan, throwing her head back against the cushions. “Do you do this with- ahh… all your students, P-professor?”

“Hmm…” Aiden stopped moving for a moment. “No, I have not. You’re an exceptional case.”

“Well, perhaps you should. I bet it’ll be very effective.”

“I’ll consider it. But for now… you’re more important.”

Aiden continued to ride Evie, bouncing up and down on her hips. He quit trying to hold back, letting his moans and gasps and groans come out in perfect harmony with how he moved. He kept a steady momentum, soon building up sensual rhythm with his movements. Frequently, he’d roll his hips back and forth as he thrust down, sometimes twisting them or rolling them side-to-side. 

He didn’t stop for a second. Every movement was smooth, deliberate… like he’d rehearsed it thousands of times before. 

“Ah~ Aiden– Professor… I… hah~ ”

“I take it you’re enjoying this, Ms. Ayana?”

“You… bet I am… haaahh~” 

Aiden’s eyes remained fixed on Evie, who looked back up at him with her classic drunken expression. Her darkened, half-lidded eyes. Her head slightly rolled over to the side. Her big, broad, slightly goofy smile that always made warmth spread through his body. 

He just couldn’t help himself. He rounded forward, leaning down to capture Evie’s lips in a deep kiss. He rolled his hips gently, still fucking her cock, making sure to not let go of it. Meanwhile, his own erect cock leaked with precum. 

“Professor…” she said, in an almost choked whisper. 

Evie could feel his cock twitch slightly as he kissed her again. And again. And again. All while continuing to gyrate on top of her, not missing a beat.

Eventually, Aiden sat back up and continued riding her as per usual again. A few minutes later, Evie began groaning, feeling that familiar build-up in her nether regions. 

“Aiden… I… I’m gonna…”

Aiden made his thrusts smaller, now swiveling his hips against her and intensifying the pressure against her. 

“Hnnh… ohhhh…. fuuuck…” Evie groaned as she felt her body tighten.

Aiden held onto her sides, rolling his hips faster and harder, more and more, panting faster and faster. Evie held on desperately to his ass, fingers digging into his cheeks, and began moving her own hips upwards to meet him. Her clit pulsed harder and harder, and with just a few more thrusts…

“Aiden-!!!”

Evie bucked her hips upwards and held them against Aiden’s ass, holding onto his hips desperately, as her climax raked through her body. Aiden continued to grind against her, making sure her cock massaged his prostate. Even as Evie began to relax, her orgasm washing over, he continued to ride her… and in time, Aiden clenched his teeth, yelling out as he reached his second climax of the day. He quickly grabbed his own cock as he did, spilling all over his hand and onto Evie’s stomach. 

After they both caught their breaths, Aiden climbed off of Evie’s cock. They cleaned up, and then Aiden laid down on top of Evie, his legs draped over her sides and his ass just gently brushed against her cock. Evie wrapped her arms around his upper back, pulling him close and grinning ever-so-widely. Aiden rested against her, nuzzling gently against the crook of her neck and planting a tender kiss onto her skin. 

“Sooo… when’s my next training session gonna be?”

“Hmm… how about the same time, tomorrow? In order to more effectively train you… I’d like to meet with you every day. If that’s okay with you, Ms. Ayana?”

Her grin grew into a devilish smile.

On Christmas Eve, at a party at Payton’s house…

Evie, clad in a maroon satin button-up shirt and black slacks, took in the sight of her boyfriend Aiden as he arrived to the party, wearing… a black floor-length trench coat?

“What’s with the big coat?” Evie asked. “It’s nice, but it’s not exactly Christmas party material…”

“I needed to keep warm on the way here somehow. However…”

Aiden led her away from the backyard, and into the currently empty living room. He looked around, and once he was sure they were safe, he opened up the trench coat and pulled it off, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath, he was wearing a short, crimson, strapless corset dress with white trim, with a matching belt collar and sleek, black, just-under-knee-high winter boots. The skirt just barely covered his hips and showed off almost every inch of his smooth, shapely thighs.

“…I don’t think it’s quite enough.”

Evie’s body began to heat up almost instantly, so much so that the heat from the crackling fireplace nearby would feel bitter freezing in comparison. And she figured it probably wouldn’t be enough to warm up Aiden, either.

The two glanced into each other’s eyes… and exchanged a knowing smile.

Aiden took Evie’s hand and led her to the couch, both taking note of the bundle of mistletoe hanging over it. Evie sat in the couch under the mistletoe, and Aiden climbed onto her lap, straddling her. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, and she held onto his waist. Their lips met, and they locked into a hot, passionate kiss.

They remained in the kiss for a short while, before Evie trailed down and began sucking on the skin of his exposed shoulder, making him inhale softly.

“You planning on letting everyone else see you in this sexy little outfit too?” She asked. “Because we will have to return to the party eventually…”

“Of course not. I consider it a bit too risqué for them.”

“Do you have anything else to wear when we go back?”

“I can wear the coat for the rest of the party, no big deal.”

“That doesn’t sound very fun. Who wants to be lounging around the party in a big-ass coat like that?”

“Well… I suppose I could borrow something from Payton. I’ll tell her I spilled milk all over my old outfit.”

“I guess you really wanted to show me this outfit tonight, huh?” Evie moved to another spot on his shoulder and began sucking on it.

“I bought it earlier today, and… I may have gotten a bit too excited about showing it to you.”

Evie’s cheeks tingled with warmth. “The lengths you go to, just to do things for me…”

“I enjoy it. And you deserve it.”

“Aiden…“

“Yes?”

“…I just… I fucking love you so much.”

“And I feel the same way, of course. To be honest though, it goes without saying at this point…”

“Very true, indeed.” Evie reached down and teased her fingers at the hem of his skirt, flicking it upwards a little.

“But I know how much you love to hear it, so… I love you, too.”

Her grin widened. “Damn it, Aiden~”

Evie began to nibble gently on another spot on Aiden’s shoulder, while he leaned down and began planting fiery kisses on her neck. Her hands slid lower down on his body, over his hips and his thighs. Aiden drew in a ragged breath, but then he sighed, relaxing in her lap.

“This helping you warm up, My King?”

“You bet it is.”

Evie moved one hand over his hips, feeling the curve of his ass through the fabric of his skirt. She slid her other hand lower, massaging his thigh while toying with the hem of his skirt. A very flustered Aiden pulled his face away from her neck, and she pulled her lips off of his. He took in how her eyes darkened as she briefly looked him up and down before meeting his gaze. His eyelids lowered, and his lips curled up into a devilish grin.

“Fuck, Aiden…” Evie grinned broadly at him, breathing heavily, her heart racing. She held on tighter to his wonderful hips, as if she were to fall to her death if she were to let go.

Aiden moved closer to Evie, making her moan as his ass brushed against her legs. She felt a sudden pulse down below, and wiggled slightly under him.

Evie slipped her hands under the skirt, caressing his smooth, round asscheeks, running her hands over and squeezing every inch of them. She moved one hand across, sliding her fingers between the cheeks and feeling him through the delicate fabric of the crimson lace thong he was wearing underneath. Aiden tensed, squeezing his legs harder against hers.

“Ah… c-careful, Evie… there’s only so much we can do in Payton’s living room at a party. Especially since we don’t know when everyone’s gonna come in from the backyard.”

“Hey, it was your idea to go into the living room in the first place.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be careful. Wait until we get home.”

“Says the guy who couldn’t wait to show me his new outfit.”

“I…” Aiden paused in place, before turning bright red, and then frowning at her. Evie chuckled as she slid her fingers down lower. She pressed the tip of her middle finger against him, breaking his frown and eliciting a moan from him. He let out soft yet deep breaths, Evie being drawn to the rise and fall of his chest, but soon he regained his composure.

“I still have a point,” he said softly.

“Yeah, yeah, I suppose you do~” Evie withdrew her fingers and resumed playing with his asscheeks, squishing them with both hands. Aiden sighed contentedly at her massage, rolling his hips a little against her. Evie moaned and began suckling and kissing on his collarbone, making him bite his lip.

But in their movements, it didn’t take long for two figures standing outside the doorway, facing the crowd in the backyard, to catch Aiden’s eye. He turned his head towards the figures, with Evie still working at his collarbone and ass… and once he saw for sure who they were, it didn’t take long for him to figure out what was going on.

“On second thought…” Aiden said. “…it looks like we got ourselves a couple of bodyguards…”

“Oh?”

Aiden gestured to the doorway, where she saw the figures as well. Myra and Ezra turned towards the couple, Ezra shooting them a knowing, cheeky smile and Myra shooting them a wink, before turning back towards the party.

“Of course,” Evie chuckled. “Of fucking course.”

“In that case, then…” Aiden trailed his hands over biceps, pressing against the taut muscle through the satin of her shirt, then brushing along her forearms, before taking firm hold of her wrists and moving her hands closer together over his ass. “…I don’t mind if we take advantage of the protected alone time, if you want?”

Evie once again slipped her fingers between his cheeks and pressed against him through the fabric of his thong. She pressed a hard smooch onto his lips, and then met his gaze with determination. Their hearts were racing together, almost in perfect harmony with each other… but in each other’s hold, they were ignited more with excitement rather than nervousness.