Page 79 of Whirlwind

Instead, he took Dakota’s lips in a slow, melting kiss. Dakota returned the kiss eagerly, their tongues and lips tangling together in a flow of golden honey.

Then Parker took charge of the kiss, one hand on Dakota’s jaw to keep their mouth open and angled where he wanted it, while he plunged in with his tongue like he was fucking them. They moaned and writhed beneath him, pulling at their cuffs.

He could tell they were loving it, the feeling of being completely trapped and at his mercy.

He assumed that Dakota was as experienced with orgasm denial as they’d been with impact play, so this wasn’t going to be quick.

Which meant that he could shape the whole experience, edging them until they capitulated in the final round. On Ben’s turn, of course.

So, for the first round, he wasn’t going to use any toys. Just his body, with nothing between them.

He kissed down Dakota’s neck while his hands explored their soft flesh. He alternated unpredictably between barely-there tracings and harsh scratches.

Dakota was hanging on his every touch. He loved seeing their gasps when they moved in response, pressing their stinging back into the sheets.

He bent to suck at one of Dakota’s nipples. It was larger than most men’s nipples, but still flat on the slight mound of their breast. An intriguing in-between. Both masculine and feminine and more. Parker sucked it to a peak.

Then he bit down. Hard.

Dakota cried out his name, lost in agony and desire. Parker soothed the nub with his tongue.

He continued his unpredictable onslaught, learning Dakota’s body without any hurry. They loved any touches along the bottom of their ribs, arching up into his hand when he dragged his nails along them. He made sure to repeat the motion often.

Slowly, almost as if he had no destination in mind, he moved closer to that sweet V between their thighs.

Dakota was already panting and whimpering, though nowhere close to begging. He would have to change that.

He pressed their legs apart, not entirely sure what he would find.

Parker’s own body showed his history, with a mostly female anatomy and a small penis that had grown from his clit when he started taking T. It had grown a bit more after surgery to release the connecting ligaments, but it was still as thin as his finger.

But Dakota’s anatomy was much more… complex. At the top was the thick head of a penis, swollen and red with arousal. Their shaft was less than an inch long, the tight skin merging into the flesh below. It began to split just below the head, opening into their vulva.

It hadn’t occurred to Parker that a urinary opening could be anywhere but on the tip of the penis or nestled in the folds of the labia. But Dakota’s was just in the middle, starting halfway down their short shaft. He wondered where they would squirt from when they came.

The seam continued to open, revealing the rosy pink flesh of a vagina. It looked ready and inviting, though he recalled that it was shortened. He didn’t see a lot of moisture, so he would need lube.

The pink hole was nestled between two wrinkled, bulging mounds with a light dusting of hair that were clearly testes but continued upward to wrap around their cock.

Even though Parker had thought he was prepared, he realized that he wasn’t quite. He was still turned on. Very turned on. He just wasn’t sure what to actually do.

Under his hands, he could feel the muscles of Dakota’s thighs tensing up, and he realized that he had looked for too long. He was a total asshole.

He gave Dakota a lecherous grin, then leaned forward and ran his tongue along the bottom of their rib cage, raking his nails down their side. “You’re delicious, baby,” he murmured. “You look good enough to eat.”

Dakota twisted and gasped, but it was muted. He’d lost their trust, which was even worse since he knew exactly how it felt to be on the other end of that too-long pause.

He continued kissing their soft belly and running his fingers over their delicate skin, working his way slowly down again.

He realized after a moment that he didn’t need to know in advance what they liked. As with anyone else, he could experiment. Even with more typical binary genitals, two people might not enjoy the same thing, and everyone had their own preferences.

He would start with what he liked, and then work from there.

But not yet.

First, he lipped and bit teasingly along their inner thighs, coming close to where they wanted him, but not quite making it. His mouth danced around the top of their mound again, and they thrust up into him.

“Oh no, pet. I didn’t say you could move.” He held their hips down forcefully, and then finally gave them what—he hoped—they wanted.