Page 21 of His for Hanukkah

Then, he continued with his unpredictable path. Adam’s muscles twitched and jumped under his skin. His breath was ragged and punctuated with wordless moans and whimpers.

He never moved his arms from where they were clasped behind his back. What a perfect boy.

“Still looking for something else to suck, boy?” Tate only realized after he spoke that he was feeling a little nervous. Even couched in dirty language, he was just the tiniest bit worried that Adam would have a problem with his body.

The honest truth was that Tate didn’t have a problem with his own body. Sure, it would have been nice to have grown up with a dick. But his current equipment worked just fine. He had plenty of ways to get himself off and make his partners happy, usually at the same time.

It had always been most important that others see him as a man, and that he could see himself that way. What was between his legs seemed almost trivial to that, as long as his partners were equally on board.

He forced himself to push back his fear. Tate had known him pre-transition. By his own words, he’d felt flustered because Tate had suddenly gotten “hot” when he re-entered his life as a man. What he had between his legs wasn’t going to be a surprise.

Adam’s eager response of, “Yes! Please!” helped a lot, too.

Tate quickly shucked off his clothing, leaving only the harness that he’d slipped on just before leaving his office. This was who he was and how his body was composed. He wasn’t going to hide it.

But he would happily play with his blindfolded sub.

He clicked the rod inside his cock into position, giving it a stroke. He liked seeing it on his body, liked how it mimicked the feel of a real dick, soft and silky outside yet hard within.

He smeared the doughnut goo about halfway up. Since he wouldn’t be able to feel much of this anyway, there was no reason to make Adam deep throat.

Or at least not tonight.

He pressed the soft tip to Adam’s mouth, teasing it around his puffy lips. They parted slightly, as if Adam couldn’t help but open them, even without a command. That was hot too.

“Suck me.”

Adam didn’t just suck, though. He put on a show. He circled the tip with his tongue, then dove in deep, pulling away with a tight suction. He licked along the side and gave open-mouthed kisses in between great, rhythmic sucks. Chocolate and raspberry covered his face, looking dirty and innocent at the same time.

With each push, Tate felt an answering jolt in his biological dick. He probably couldn’t get off like this, but the teasing vibrations rocked through him. He could hear himself panting as his boy caught on to what he liked and started to push back harder, setting up a rapid rhythm.

God, this was good. In his mind, the silicone was a part of his body. Having Adam service him, his tongue eager and his jaw opened wide, was one of the hottest things he’d ever experienced. The pool of arousal low in his belly spread throughout his body. He thrust forward in spite of himself, eager for more friction.

This only made him hungrier to have Adam him in a different way, but watching him was sexy and heady in a way that he could feel down to his toes. Adam was so eager, so trusting with his eyes covered.

Adam wanted more of his boy’s exuberant reactions, though. He slowly drew out, Adam’s mouth chasing him for more until he apparently remembered that he wasn’t in charge.

“So good, baby. Now, I want you to lie down on your back. Leave the blindfold on. You may stretch for a moment and use your arms. When you’re in position, hold your wrists above your head.”

Adam seemed to need a moment to process the words before he could move. He must have been more absorbed in his body than Tate had realized. Next time, he would break his commands down into smaller steps that were easier to follow.

Adam took a moment to stretch his arms above his head, arching his back. Then he lay backward and stretched his legs in and out before settling them.

The openness with which he moved, his lack of embarrassment while blindfolded under Tate’s gaze, touched something inside of him. This took an entirely different kind of trust.

Tate grabbed the pillow which had been knocked to the side. “Lift your hips, boy.”

Adam complied and he slid it underneath. Then, he scooped up the last of the jelly from the doughnut and smeared it down Adam’s throbbing cock.

A guttural cry rang out and a shudder racked Adam’s body.

“You may not come until I tell you.”

The shudder after that pronouncement was even larger. He loved how Adam embraced his submission.

With that thought, he brought his lips down and began to work on Adam’s cock.

He started with the tip, tasting the mixture of sugary raspberries and bitter fluids. Delicious. Then he explored down the rest of it, making his enjoyment known.