frotting with underwear on but we're both trans and didn't get bottom surgery. scissoring, but it's not scissoring bc that's for girls, and we're not girls.
"we're frotting, dude, it's different," i'd say, getting on top. so casual about it, like we're not about to rub tdicks. and when we do, it's addictive. there's friction despite how wet we both are thanks to our boxers that gets me so, so high. even on top, im whining, begging you to go faster and harder.
im still loud when you flip us over and kiss me, hooking one of my legs over your shoulder. my nails dig into your back, dragging down and leaving welts behind. on the second pass, i draw a little bit of blood, but you don't mind. not when frotting feels so good, right?
i finally shut up when your tongue plays with mine, but only because im close to cumming. i try to push you away because as much fun as im having, i want something inside me when i cum, like a slut. you don't let me budge.
"i thought you wanted this?" you pant, pinning my hands above my head, which only makes me that much more wet. "stop trying to escape. take it like a good bunny and then maybe i'll give you what you want."
forcing me to cum only makes it more intense for the both of us. i don't try to escape anymore when you keep going after i cum, making yourself finish using my cunt. im just hoping you'll let me ride you after this.
(is this anything? it just all spilled out sorry.)