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sp00kymulderr · 24 days ago

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the way you do

Joel Miller x transmasc!reader

A lover boy fic

Words: 1.7K

Warnings/tags: 18+, MDNI. No outbreak au. Trans masculine reader (afab genitals mentioned briefly). Reader wears a strap-on, oral (reader recieving via strap-on), Love they are in LOVE, kissing, touching. There is no universal trans experience, and therefore this is personal to me. Unedited and unbeta'd.

Summary: There's nothing frantic, nothing feral about this. It's a practice in worship, in reverence. (or: Joel sucks the strap and oh boy does he love it)

Putting on your strap had become something of a ritual; The slow way you’d undress yourself, teasingly touching your body as you did, the slide of the harness fabric against your skin, pulling the straps tight against yourself and feeling that pinch and pull that meant it was secure.

Picking your cock, this one on the longer side, girthy but less so than your favourite - it worked for what you wanted today. Attaching it through the o-ring always felt important. Made you feel real. Powerful.

There’s a sense of control that starts to grasp you when you view yourself in the mirror now. Your cock juts proudly, the skin tone matching yours and you feel an intoxication, almost, giddy and nervous and turned on all at once. A cocktail of feeling fizzing through your body, thrumming down you and concluding in a dizzy ache in your core.

Finally, you turn to face Joel. He’s heavy-lidded, dark eyed, his own cock semi-hard and flushed at the head already. Bare, tan skin glistens and glows, still slightly wet from the shower. A slight red blush creeping up his chest and neck, like it always does when he’s turned on. His eyes focus down on your cock, flick back up to your face.

“Fuck, you’re perfect” He groans, wanton as he takes his cock in hand, grips the base and squeezes, trying to dampen the already building tingle in him.

You fluster at the compliment, you always do. A man like that, such a man, and he wants you. Doesn’t just want you but needs you, spends every day showing you how much, how far he’ll go for you and how much he adores you. He loves you in every moment of every day, he’ll love you in every lifetime from now to eternity. And he makes sure you know it.

Joel shifts on the bed, brining your thoughts back to the now. You hold out your hand, beckon him closer to where you stand so that when he reaches you, you can pull him in and pour all those feelings, all that gratitude into the kiss you give him.

“Love you…” you sigh against his lips, “I love you. So much”

The kiss turns from sweet to dirty, tongues clashing, tangling, you grip the back of his neck and don’t let him break away as he stands from the bed and takes up all your space, both hard cocks pressed between your bodies. He overwhelms you just the way he knows you like, and you break and mould to him just the way you know he likes. Your urge is to touch him, but that isn’t what this is about, so you refrain. Instead your fingers tangle in his hair, blunt nails scratching gently against his scalp. He grunts and pushes his hips forward, and for a moment you’re both lost in the pleasure of it - hungry, needing, wanting.

“Baby…fuck…” He stills himself, strong hands kneading the flesh of your hips. Fingers massage where the straps are digging in, soothing like he always does, gentling the urgency building between you.

It takes you a moment to compose yourself too. Everything scrambles when he’s this close to you, when there’s no barrier between you two, nothing to do but be the lovers you were always destined to be. You both take a moment, a breath, a tonic for the burning lick of arousal that would consume you.

“Tell me, Joel. Tell me what you want” Your words come out raspy, oh you’re so far gone.

The desire in his gaze is never ending, mouth slightly open and breath heavy. His fingers twitch and squeeze where they lay. There’s a turn here. A twist. You both know what he wants, but it’s time to hear him voice it.

”Want…wanna suck it, baby”

”Yeah?”

”Yeah. Gonna let me suck your cock?”

No matter how many times you hear them the words make you shiver, arousal slick between your thighs. You nod, wordless. How do you respond to that without anything but an urgent moan?

You’ve both learnt by now, so you grab a pillow before he gets to the ground. You don’t need him having any extra aches and pains with all that hard work he does. He’s slow with it, takes his time as he kneels before you, looking up at you like an idol, a thing to worship. And that’s what you always feel with Joel; that you’re more, you’re worthy. Before him you never felt that kind of worth.

He runs a light touch up the backs of your thighs and you smile down at him like a blessing as your own hands run through his hair, through the heavy sprinkle of greys and mess of curls. He’s so beautiful. He’s so beautiful and he’s yours. It takes your breath away.

One hand frees itself from his hair to cup his chin, tilting his head up so his eyes can meet yours. There’s a heady power that sparks through you as your thumb brushes against his bottom lip, a boldness as you push it forward and make him take it into his mouth. And Joel is good when he wants to be, he switches so easily between giving and taking, willingly sucking the digit into his mouth with tongue swirling around it.

“Good. You’re so good” you whisper. He blushes and squirms at the praise, never one to take a compliment easily, but his cock twitches between his legs too; already beginning to pearl at the slit, you can tell it aches and you know how he loves to prolong that ache too.

There’s the slightest noise when you withdraw your thumb, close to a whimper, his grip tightening on the back of your legs for a moment.

“Don’t worry, Joel” You coo, partly teasing and partly soothing. “Don’t worry, I’ve got something else to give you”

Hungry eyes finally break from yours, eager as he watches you fist your cock in front of him. The silicone is soft to touch, but wrapping hard steel within, it feels good to touch. Better to watch it sink into Joel.

“Tell me you want it” Your voice lowers, husky with a rising and sudden desperation, a burn of greedy lust.

“I want it. I want your cock” He doesn’t hesitate at all, the words spoken with absolute certainty. Oh, he wants it.

“Please” Joel adds for good measure, and when he looks up at you again it’s with a begging look.

“Yeah, I know you do.” You murmur softly, teasing the head against his lips, waiting for him to open up and take you in. You suck in a breath as he does.

He's gentle in his touch, hands roaming up to your hips as he works you into his mouth. He doesn't pull at you, grope you, demand. He takes what you give him and he is thankful for it. His lips wrap beautifully around the girth of you, taking a couple inches, and then more. There's nothing frantic, nothing feral about this. It's a practice in worship, in reverence. It's one of those moments where just the two of you exist and it's yet another way that your love is shared.

He looks so perfect. You stare down at him, and he's already dreamy eyed, dazed, taking you in his mouth, working you down with single minded focus. A little drool leaks from the corner of his stretched lips and you gently swipe it away.

The first few times, it hadn't been like this. Not with Joel, but with an ex who had been the first you had asked to do this with. They had been a guiding hand in a journey that was full of experimentation and finding the right things for you, and this was one of those things that had certainly stuck. But with Joel it was less an act for the sake of being a man and more an act that you felt, in so many ways.

Difficult to explain how you can feel it but you do - a tingle in your belly, and lower too. A throbbing need for more. It is your cock and he is taking it in his mouth, and you feel it. The close grind of your clit against the fabric of the harness as you press softly further in makes you shiver. Arousal pools low, slick and warm and causing a flutter in your core. He makes it count, and he makes it real, and it feels so real.

"Taking me so good. So f-fucking good" You let out a low moan and fist your hand back in his now messy hair.

He's dedicated to his cause, looking up at your as your tug on his hair and guide him to take the whole, not insignificant length of you - when you bottom out his eyes water, those beautiful big brown eyes wet and wide and still begging for more, begging for it to never end. He is so good to you. You start to rock your hips, drawing a little out, a little in.

"Gorgeous. You look so gorgeous like this. Such a good cocksucker, taking me all the way"

He squirms, you know how much he loves you to talk dirty. His large, warm palms glide down to your ass, palming your cheeks, squeezing and encouraging your movements.

"You want this?" You ask, holding for a moment at the back of his throat until he gags faintly, his eyes closing and a tear slipping down his cheek. Merciful, you draw back and out of his mouth and he takes in a deep breath, his saliva connecting to the head of your cock.

"More- more, baby" Joel practically whines for it, accent thicker than ususal with how unrestrained he is. He wants it bad.

"Oh, Joel" You whisper gently, wiping away the tear with your thumb, meeting his eyes he looks up at your again "You can always have more"

You bring the tip of your cock back to his lips, smear them with his saliva that coats you. He looks so desperate, you want to give him everything.

"Always. It's all yours"

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