#trans!eraserhead

You blinked up at Shota, slowly closing your book when you saw how flustered the man was. “..Come again, hun?”

Last night, the two of you slept together for the first time. Shota had put it off for a while because, despite you assuring him that you didn’t mind from the beginning, he wasn’t sure how you’d actually react when you saw his female genitalia. But you approached the mess he made in between his legs with eagerness and really made his night. In more ways than one. After his third orgasm from your hands (and mouth…and your own pussy), he started crying. You panicked at first, but calmed down when he assured you he wasn’t hurt and nothing was wrong.He also wouldn’t explain the tears any further, and despite that concerning you, you didn’t push.

Shota joined you on the couch, facing you and giving you as much eye contact as he could bear at the moment. He sighed before continuing. “I started transitioning in my second year of UA. Had gotten top surgery during my first year out. I skipped out on the bottom surgery because I just… didn’t want it.And still don’t.”

You put his hand in yours as a pained expression started to develop on his face. The corner of his mouth quirks up in silent appreciation. “I haven’t had many intimate partners, but the few that I did always had a problem with that, even if they weren’t forthcoming with it at first. They always made me wear a strap-on during sex, even underwear under it. It made me feel..disgusted by myself about something that never bothered me before. It’s one of the reasons why I’ve been single for so long.” He shakes his head a bit when he realizes he’s being long-winded. You’d disagree if you knew that’s where his head was at, but instead you continued to provide a listening ear.

“All that is to say, you gave me attention down there that I’ve never been on the receiving end of before.You didn’t just touch me you..” He clears his throat as a blush creeps up his neck. “went down on me..and we scissored.Before that, I tried to pull the strap on out and you told me that we could save it for another time.That for our first time, you wanted to feel me.” He begins to tear up again, making you coo and massage the back of his neck in a way you know soothes him.

“I just can’t express to you how much that meant to me.”

You took his face in your hands and pressed your lips against his, wiping his tears away softly with the pads of your thumbs. “I’m glad that it was as good for you as it was for me. And please remember you’ll never need to alter yourself for me.I love you just the way you are and fully plan on continuing to show you just that.”