Roof of a high-rise, midday. The summer air is warm, the city hums below.
Ethan (tall, confident, with a faint smirk, leaning against the railing):
— You’ve been avoiding my question all week, Alex…
Alex (short, feminine femboy with pink hair in a braid, wearing a black T-shirt and thigh-highs, fidgeting with the hem):
— I-I told you… I’m not sure…
Ethan (stepping closer, his shadow covering Alex):
— Not sure… or just scared?
Alex (blushing, looking away):
— Maybe both…
Ethan:
— It’s just us up here. No one can see. No one will hear. I’ll be gentle… I promise.
Alex (nervous chuckle):
— You don’t exactly look gentle.
Ethan (grinning, lightly touching his chin):
— I can be. But only if you want me to.
The wind tugs at Alex’s braid, he swallows, then finally nods quietly.
Ethan (moving behind him, hands sliding around his waist):
— Stand up straight for me… good boy.
Alex (shaky voice):
— Y-you make it sound… dirty.
Ethan:
— That’s because it is.
His hands push the shirt up a little, fingertips brushing warm skin. Alex feels the heavier breath behind him.
Ethan (whispering):
— Bend forward, hands on the rail.
Alex:
— Here? Standing?
Ethan:
— Exactly here.
Alex obeys. Ethan presses into him slowly, making the femboy freeze, a soft gasp escaping his lips.
Alex:
— Ahh…! T-too big…
Ethan:
— You’ll take it… all of it.
The sound of their bodies mixes with the muffled city noise. Ethan moves deeper, harder.
Alex (between breaths):
— Mmh… y-you’re… filling me…
Ethan:
— Look at you… standing here, taking me like this…
A few minutes later, Ethan pulls back and sits on a low ventilation block, pulling Alex toward him.
Ethan:
— Your turn to do some work.
Alex (hesitant):
— You mean…?
Ethan (lifting him by the waist):
— Jump on.
Alex lowers himself down slowly, nails digging into Ethan’s shoulders.
Alex:
— Nnhh… so deep…!
Ethan (holding his hips, guiding the movement):
— That’s it… ride me…
The sounds of their movements grow louder, the air filled with soft moans.
Ethan gently lifts him off and settles him on his knees in front.
Ethan:
— Now… show me that pretty mouth.
Alex (blushing):
— I’ve never…
Ethan (tracing a finger over his lips):
— Then let me teach you.
Alex takes him in, hesitantly at first, then deeper. Ethan exhales sharply.
Ethan:
— Yeah… just like that… Mmh…
Sounds: "Mmh… slurp… glp… slrp…". His cheeks flush, lips glistening.
Ethan:
— Use your tongue… ah… good boy…
Alex pulls back for a quick breath, then goes again, faster, deeper.
Ethan (teeth clenched):
— Keep going… don’t stop…
"Slrp… mmh… glp…", the wet rhythm fills the air.
Ethan grips his hair and exhales sharply. Warm drops spill over Alex’s face, sliding down his cheek and chin.
Alex (shivering, softly):
— Oh… it’s warm…
Ethan (smiling, brushing a strand from his face):
— You look perfect like this.
Alex runs a finger over his cheek, glancing up from below.
Alex (blushing):
— I… liked it.
Ethan (raising a brow):
— Liked what?
Alex (looking away):
— Being… your obedient girl.
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