transgender clancy

The sun had long since set in Trench that evening. You and Clancy were in your shared tent, but still awake. You lay in bed, watching Clancy as he wrote, assumingly a new song or his daily journaling. Your mind was wandering, as it does with Clancy sometimes. You were obsessed with the masked boy, often getting yourself worked up just thinking about him. Which was what was happening now. It's hard to pull Clancy away from his writing, though.

"Clance?"

"Hm?" Clancy hummed, though rather short and distracted-sounding.

"Can you come to bed?"

"'m writing still, here soon I will," he responded. You didn't reply, but stood up silently, walking over to Clancy's side. You barely read what he was writing, instead waiting for a pause in it. Clancy eventually paused, glancing up at you, seemingly having sensed you were at his side.

"Hey hun, what- woah what are you..." Clancy's words trailed off as you swung a leg over his, settling in Clancy's lap. You gazed into Clancy's eyes; even with the mask on you could tell Clancy was a little surprised.

"Need you, Clance," You murmured, glancing down. Clancy chuckled, now seeing what you really meant by the bed question.

"I'm not done writing," he responded matter-of-factly.

"Clancy, please," You nearly whined, before rolling your hips into Clancy's. Clancy sighed, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment, before he regained control.

"You'll just have to be good and wait," Clancy responded firmly, reaching around you to continue as if nothing was going on. You whimpered again, rolling your hips into Clancy some more. Clancy continued trying to write, stubbornly trying to ignore his partner grinding into his hardening cock. Feeling more bold, you stopped and reached down, starting to unbutton his pants. He abruptly stopped, grabbing your arms.

“Did I not just tell you to wait?” Clancy glared at you through his mask.

“Don't wanna wait, can't you continue later?” You whined. Clancy huffed out a breath, shaking his head.

“You're too impatient. I guess I have to teach you a lesson. Get up.” Clancy demanded. You had successfully pushed the right buttons, and now you were excited for whatever Clancy had planned for you. You obeyed him and got off his lap, and Clancy stood up after you.

“Get undressed.” Clancy barked his next demand as he rummaged through some stuff nearby. You listened, stripping down to nothing. He eventually turned around, a bandana in hand. He removed his own pants and underwear, before sitting down.

“Okay. Sit back down on my lap.” You climbed back on, your gaze captured by his slightly hard cock.

“Hey, eyes up here,” Clancy demanded. You immediately snapped your head up, meeting his eyes.

“You're going to listen to me, or you won't get what you want, yes?”

“Yes Clancy,” You agreed, squirming impatiently. Clancy guided your hips up, slipping himself into you immediately. You gasped, letting out a whimper as he filled you. You almost began to roll your hips, but his hands grabbed your thighs in a tight grip.

“Don't move.” Clancy grabbed your arms and held them behind you, tying them together with the bandana he grabbed.

“Now. You are going to sit here, and not move a muscle, while I finish writing. If you even try to ride me, you'll be kicked off and I won't give you anything. Understood?”

“Y-yes Clancy,” You nodded. Oh god, this was already torture. He filled you so well, nearly brushing against your gspot, which didn't help the temptations to move. Clancy reached around you again, grabbing his quill and continuing. You sighed and rested your chin on his shoulder, closing your eyes. Maybe if you stayed like this, and just breathed, you could survive this. The seconds felt like they were crawling by so slowly.

Clancy, meanwhile, was working on a song. It was a little hard to do so balls-deep in his partner, but he could never admit that. He enjoyed being in control. Feeling in a mood to tease, Clancy shifted in his chair a little. You gasped out, feeling him move inside you as a result. You heard Clancy let out a huff of a laugh.

“Seriously, you can move but I can't?” You whined.

“Of course. Remember who's in charge,” Clancy growled. You whimpered, lowering your head into his neck. This was unbearable. Damn it, you just wanted him to slam you against the bed and drive his hips into you already. Trying not to move right now was killing you.

“Clancy…how much longer?”

“I dunno. This song has me stumped,” He responded shortly. You groaned, trying to stay patient.

“Please Clance, I just need you to fuck me,” You begged. You were so desperate for him at this point; his cock simply being inside of you drove you insane. You like when Clancy decides to be in control, but this was almost unbearable.

“You need to learn patience. I will when I'm done.” Seems begging wouldn't work on Clancy today. And you knew you couldn't move, or else he wouldn't fuck you at all. Clancy shifted around again, and you decided to let out a lewd moan in response.

“Jesus,” Clancy whispered. “You get so needy for me…”

“Obviously, I've been sitting on your cock,” You grumbled in response. This made him laugh.

“What a whiny brat you are,” He grumbled, untying your hands. Before you could even think, he was picking you up and slamming you against the bed. Clancy stayed inside you the entire time; he stood at the end of the bed, while you were on your back. He grabbed onto your hips with a bruising grip, smearing blurrypaint on you a little. Clancy looked down at you, not moving yet, just making eye contact with you.

“So…what did you want me to do?”

“Damn it Clancy,” You breathed. “Please, please fuck me, I've been so good,” You begged.

“I dunno…you were quite whiny…” He tilted his head up, pretending to think. But then he began snapping his hips into you all of a sudden. You yelled out a moan, surprised but absolutely relieved. You tossed your head back, shutting your eyes as a slew of moans escaped from your mouth. He filled you up so well, each thrust hitting your gspot, sending sparks of pleasure through you.

“Look at me,” Clancy demanded. God, he was obsessed with eye contact. But you didn't complain, it was incredibly hot. So you did, you met eyes with him. Even with a mask on, Clancy was ethereal to you, and being used by him was all that mattered right now. Clancy shifted closer, and closed one hand around your throat as he continued his relentless pace. Blurrypaint smeared around your neck. Even with restricted air, you were still moaning and whining his name.

“Uuh fuck…c-close,” Clancy moaned. He moved his hands to your thighs, his thrusts remaining rough. You whined his name repeatedly, begging him to fill you up. It wasn't long until he was pushing in as deep as he could, releasing inside of you with a moan. You yelled his name once more, clenching around him as you came.

“Fuck!” Clancy exclaimed, breathless. You were blissed out of your mind, finally relieved to have gotten what you wanted. Clancy smiled down at you, his softer side taking over. He pulled out, grabbing a towel and cleaning the both of you off. He helped you redress, before he did so himself.

“You satisfied now?”

“Oh, very,” You smiled at him as you crawled into bed. He followed suit, tossing his mask off and onto the floor. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, letting you snuggle into him.

“I hope it's never too much.”

You were sitting in Clancy’s lap, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt, squirming impatiently as his eyes traced your body. He was wearing nothing but his mask. You were desperately needy for this man tonight, just wanting him to fuck you and put a load in you. But Clancy seemed to have another idea in mind; you could tell, he wasn’t hard to read. You felt his hands sliding up your thighs, up to your hips, squeezing the soft skin there.

“So beautiful, my boy,” He cooed.

“Clancy…please, please I need you,” You whispered back, squirming again.

“I know, my boy, I know.” Clancy kept eye contact with you, sliding a hand down to your folds. You gasped as he slid his fingers up, suddenly circling your t-dick. Your hips bucked up immediately, a small moan slipping out from your lips as he kept up circular motions.

“F-fuck, Clancy..please,” You whined out. He took the hint, moving his fingers down, sliding them inside of you. You whined again as he then crooked them inside of you, easily finding that spot that made you shake and whine for him. He worked his fingers in and out of you, keeping his eyes locked on yours as you let out small moans. You jumped, not realising he had moved his other hand back to your t-dick.

“Fuck, so wet for me, so adorable,” Clancy murmured, focusing on fingering you and circling your clit. You could do nothing but whine and whimper, your thighs beginning to shake. You weren't far off from cumming, and Clancy soon saw the signs as well, because he eventually pulled his hands away.

“I have something new in mind for us to try. Are you down?”

“Y-yeah, sure, Clance,” You panted, still shaking from the pleasure. He let out a quiet huff of a laugh, loving how he could break you down so easily. Clancy reached for a box nearby, one you have been questioning the contents of since he set it there earlier. He opened it, revealing a vibrator, one meant for g-spot stimulation.

“I want to put this in you, and make you ride my thigh, yeah?” He mused. You shyly nodded eagerly.

“Use your words, my boy.”

“Yes Clancy, I’d love that,” You whispered. Clancy nodded in approval.

“Good boy. Now, c'mere..” He took the vibrator out, setting the box back down. He had you lift your hips up a little bit, and he rubbed it against your entrance before slowly pushing it in. You gasped as it sat snug inside of you, and against your folds. Clancy then readjusted you slightly so you were straddling one of his thighs.

“You’ll be a good boy for me, yeah?” Clancy rumbled as he turned on the vibrator to its first, lowest setting. You whimpered a little, nodding at Clancy’s words. You quickly grabbed onto Clancy’s hips, rolling your hips forward a little. You let out a gasp, feeling the vibrator brush against your g-spot.

“Oh, oh fuck,” You moaned, continuing to roll your hips. The outer part of the vibrator also brushed against your t-dick, adding onto the pleasure you were feeling. And fuck, did this feel amazing. You felt Clancy’s hand under your chin, guiding you to look up at him. You could only see his eyes with his mask on, but fuck was it a turn-on.

“Feels good?” He mused.

“Y-yes..yes, fuck, Clancy,” You whimpered. “S-so good, so good…” You rocked your hips forward faster, panting and whining. You knew you weren’t going to last long like this. You noticed Clancy slide his hand back down, and that’s when he ticked the vibrator up to its next highest level of vibration. You whined louder, the higher vibration feeling even better against your g-spot and your t-dick. It was all so much at once.

“C-Clancy…Clancy, fuck, I’m so close,” You moaned out, desperately rocking your hips faster.

“Go on, be a good boy and cum for me.” That was all it took to bring you over the edge. Your movements soon stopped, and your entire body trembled as you came, loudly moaning Clancy’s name. Clancy watched, feeling so painfully hard watching this.

“Fuck, you’re absolutely beautiful like this,” Clancy whispered. His hands were massaging your hips, and he slid them down, squeezing your thighs.

“Think you can handle more, my sweet boy?” Clancy slid one hand down to the vibrator, ticking it up to the highest vibration setting. You gasped, still feeling sensitive from cumming, so this feeling was bordering on overstimulation.

“F-fuck, mmmh…” You whined, rolling your hips forward a little. This made you gasp, your sensitivity combined with the strong vibration was overwhelming, but in the best way. You continued to hump Clancy’s thigh like a dog, letting out louder moans at the feeling.

“Look at you,” Clancy grumbled, “So desperate to cum again, hm? Does this feel good, riding my thigh?”

“Yes, yes Clancy,” You moaned, meeting his eyes again. You shook each time you grinded down on his thigh, feeling so overwhelmed with pleasure. You fell forward onto him, breathing in his neck as you approached your second orgasm.

“Mmm, hold on my boy,” Clancy groaned, grabbing your hips and forcing you to stop your movements. You whined, feeling frustrated, until you realized what he was doing. Clancy slipped the vibrator out of you, haphazardly placing it somewhere. He lifted you up, slipping himself inside of you, making you whine again. Clancy gripped your thighs, thrusting up into you at a harsh pace.

“Just..wanna cum together…wanna put a load in you…you’d like that, yeah?”

“Y-yes, please Clancy, need..need your cum,” You moaned, feeling him abuse your g-spot over and over again. His hips snapped up into you roughly, both of you quickly approaching your orgasms. It wasn't long until he was pulling you down onto him, cumming inside of you as you clenched around him, both of you moaning out in tandem. You shook in his lap, resting your head in the crook of his neck as you both came down from the high. Clancy slid a hand under your shirt and up your back, gently rubbing circles.

“You okay, my sweet boy?”

“Yeah…more than,” You mumbled. You heard him chuckle, before he gently lifted you off his lap, laying you down. You watched through half-lidded eyes as he shakily stood up, grabbing a rag, before returning to clean you up and help you re-dress. He cleaned himself up afterwards, before dressing and laying down beside you, gently rubbing your tummy.

“I love you, my beautiful boy,” He murmured.

You were laying in bed, still awake, with Clancy spooning you from behind. You couldn't sleep, despite his comforting presence behind you. It was another awful night of dealing with your usual flare-ups; headache, churning stomach, aching limbs. You felt tired, but nothing would let you fall asleep. You could tell Clancy was sleeping, and despite his reassurances you always felt bad about waking him up for things. But tonight, you knew you couldn't keep going on like this. Tears were already rolling down the side of your face, making the pillow below you uncomfortably damp.

“Clancy..?” You started, hoping that he'd hear you. When a few, silent seconds passed, you repeated his name louder.

“Mmm?” He groaned, stirring slightly.

“...Don't feel good,” You mumbled. You felt him shift, probably up on one elbow.

“What's the matter, my boy?” One of Clancy's hands was still snaked around your waist and to your tummy, and you felt him rub and squeeze slightly.

“Just…I dunno. Flare-up I think.” Clancy hummed, leaning down and planting gentle kisses to your neck, then up to your cheek.

“What do you think you need, hun?” You were silent for a few seconds, trying to think of what could help.

“I dunno…I just need you, I think.”

“In what way, sweet boy?” You suddenly became hyper aware of Clancy's hand on your tummy, and you suddenly felt sparks down there. You went silent, but glanced over your shoulder at Clancy, nervously seeking his eyes in the darkness of your room. Clancy leaned back down, meeting his lips with yours in a gentle kiss, before pulling back.

“Just want a quickie? Want me to make you feel good?”

“Please,” You whispered.

“I'll take care of you, my sweet boy…just relax.” Clancy moved his lips down to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over as he massaged your tummy again. You sighed, content, already feeling good. Clancy moved a hand down to your waistband, seeking permission to take your pants and boxers off. You allowed him, so he slipped them down and off of your legs, tossing them on the floor nearby. He returned to your neck, and his hand snaked down between your thighs, gently thumbing your t-dick. A small whimper left your mouth, and you rolled your hips forward a little. Clancy stopped after a bit, moving to discard his own pants and boxers. He adjusted himself behind you, pulling you up against him. Finding your already wet entrance, he slowly pushed himself inside of you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling you close.

“You feel so good for me, as always,” Clancy whispered, planting more kisses on your neck. He started slowly rolling his hips, earning small whimpers from you. He squeezed your hips and then your tummy with one hand, rubbing small circles.

“Clancy..” You whimpered, moving one arm behind you and squeezing his bicep.

“Feeling good?” He mused, as he continued rolling his hips into you, trying to push deeper inside to hit your g-spot.

“Y-yeah…much better,” You whimpered. This felt amazing, all your pain forgotten, instead replaced with nothing but thoughts of Clancy. Clancy behind you, inside of you, his soft lips on your neck, his hands caressing your sore body. One snaked back down in between your thighs to your t-dick, rubbing circles, making you whine slightly louder.

“Atta boy, that's it,” Clancy whispered. “I've got you, I'll take care of you. Make you feel so much better…” Clancy continued slowly rolling his hips, but making sure to thrust as deep as he could. Your moans got a little louder as his cock brushed against your g-spot repeatedly. Clancy focused on that spot, his thrusts gaining slight speed. You could feel yourself trembling slightly, realizing you were beginning to get close to cumming.

“C-Clancy, I'm..I-I'm close,” You moaned softly.

“Go on my boy, cum for me okay? Won't it feel so good?”

“Yes…w-want you to cum with me, please Clancy.”

“”Mmh…I will…inside, too, give you a nice load,” He groaned in response. You whimpered and moaned repeatedly as that feeling grew stronger and stronger. Clancy chased his own orgasm, almost desperately thrusting into you, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your hips. He eventually pressed his hips as close to you as he could, letting out a moan as he filled you with warm cum. You whined his name, clenching around him and trembling as you came around his cock. He gently kissed your cheek, rubbing your tummy.

“T-that's it…good boy…that's it,” He cooed. You let out a last whimper, breathing hard. The both of you laid there for a few moments, with Clancy planting kisses all over your face and neck as he rubbed your tummy. He eventually slipped out from inside you, getting up out of bed. He returned from your shared bathroom not long after, spreading your thighs to clean you up as best he could, before redressing you. He cleaned himself up, before returning to bed behind you. You rolled over, resting your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“How're you feeling?”