[Characters:]
— Aiden — femboy, black hair in a braid, wearing a red dress.
— Ryan — his close friend, confident, calm, but with intense desire.
Setting: Aiden’s bedroom, warm daylight, the house is quiet — completely empty.
(Soft silence. The faint scent of vanilla in the air. Sunlight filters through the curtains.)
Ryan (pauses at the door):
— You’re sure no one’s home?
Aiden (nervously adjusting the hem of his dress):
— Yeah… not till dinner.
(quiet)
— You promise we’re safe?
Ryan (smiles, stepping closer):
— Promise.
(places his hands on Aiden’s waist)
— You look… incredible, Aid. That dress barely covers anything.
Aiden (whispers):
— I was afraid you wouldn’t like it…
Ryan (tracing down his spine, to his hips):
— I like it too much.
(leans in)
— Let me see you.
(Aiden trembles, then slowly lifts the back of the dress. His breath catches, cheeks burning.)
Aiden (looking away):
— W-we’ve never gone this far before…
Ryan (softly at his ear):
— Then we’ll go slow.
— But I need to feel you.
(Silence falls. Only the sound of movement, a breath caught, a light gasp.)
Aiden (tense):
— Nghh… you’re… really big…
— It’s tight… I-I don’t know if I can…
Ryan (holding him steady):
— You’re perfect… so warm, so soft…
— Just relax. Let me in.
(The rhythm starts slow — slick sounds fill the space pllp… ahh… slrp… — breath overlapping with gentle moans.)
Aiden (biting his lip):
— I-it’s so much… but it’s starting to… feel good…
— Mmh… Ryan…
Ryan (gently encouraging):
— That’s it…
— You take me so well, baby… so tight…
(Aiden’s hands curl into the sheets. The room hums with heat and breath. Then, movement pauses.)
Ryan (exhales):
— I want to feel your lips now…
— Think you can handle that?
Aiden (blushing, nods):
— I’ll… I’ll try.
(He lowers himself, dress sliding down one shoulder. He starts slow — tongue, lips, sound — slrp… mmm…)
Ryan (struggling to stay composed):
— God… you look so good like that…
(Moments pass — breath grows ragged.)
Ryan (gasps):
— Aiden… I— nghhh…
(He pulls back just slightly — and Aiden suddenly feels the warm splash across his cheek. Then another. And another. Thick, heavy, hot — it lands on his face, lips, even his neck.)
Aiden (whispering, stunned):
— H-holy… it’s everywhere…
(He touches his lower lip — a thick string stretches across his finger. His face is flushed, dripping, glowing.)
Ryan (panting, then chuckling):
— Well… I guess I’ll be coming over more often.
Aiden (smiling faintly, looking up):
— Just… warn me next time.
(They both laugh quietly. The air still warm. The house still theirs — for now.)