“It’s fine. I just like getting you off.”

It’s a shitty excuse. He can hear him getting himself off in the shower, or in bed next to him when he thinks he’s fallen asleep.

“I don’t…I don’t want you to look at me like a girl. If you see it, it’s all you’ll see.”

“Are you kidding me?” He’s in disbelief right now. It’s kind of silly, considering they’re both trans. He wouldn’t treat him differently, wouldn’t view him as anything other. “I want to suck your cock so bad. You’re so hot you know that? The hottest guy I’ve ever seen. Ever been with.”

He rolls his eyes. But he does loosen up. He’s still tense when he finally agrees, pants gone and hairy cunt on display while he avoids looking down at him. His T cock is even better than he imagined, fat and pulsing and god he wants it in his mouth.

He wastes no time, wrapping his lips around the little nub and bobbing his head. He doesn’t eat him out, he sucks him off. Moans like a whore around his cock. He buries his face against his pelvis until he cums all over his face and even then, he has to drive his point home.

“Forcemasc” you don’t gotta force me. Hit me harder, laugh at me, tease, bully, but you don’t need to force me. I’ll follow, you lead, ask me to jump, and I’ll ask “how high?”