Alec/Taylor sharing a bed
He’s never been shy before but he’s also not an idiot. If he keeps things light by flirting she’ll stiffen right up and run. Then again, if he doesn’t flirt at least a little, she might think he’s been replaced by a pod person.
Ugh. He’s tired. He’s sore all over, has a half-dozen cuts bandaged up along his arms and legs, and he can’t figure all of this out.
Instead he lifts up his blanket and to her credit she only wilts momentarily, going eerily still, before crawling in next to him.
“Hang on.” He says, without actually hanging-on, accepting her into the blanket cocoon and maneuvering her easily until she’s pressed against him.
“What?” Taylor’s voice is tight. Raw. Drained.
“I love you and I will share a bed with you any night but rule number one of Regent’s bed is no bugs.” He tugged on a length of dark hair, similar to his yet more wavy, less dark.
“Kay.” Taylor said very quietly, chin tucked against his neck and he relaxed.
“Is there a flood of insects leaving you that I can’t see right now because it’s too dark?” He kept his eyes closed just in case although there was no tell-tale sound.
“There are no bugs in the bed.” Taylor answered, several moments later. “Thanks. For letting me.”
Alec tucked his chin over head with a hum.
“Don’t worry about it.” He said, already half asleep again just from sheer exhaustion. “Any time.”
Taylor was quiet for a moment.
“What are the rest of the rules.”
“Mm?”
“Rules of Regent’s bed.” Taylor doesn’t poke or prod him but she does wiggle closer, chin tucked against him but palms flat on his chest between them like she’s scared to move, still so stiff and unsure.
“Regent hasn’t had anyone in his bed.” Alec said, drowsy and grumpy with sleep. “Hijack had rules but they were stupid, Jean-Paul didn’t get to have any. We’re making it up as we go.”
He slid his hand around her back just so he could rub comfortingly, up-down, up-down slowly.
“Oh.” Taylor looked put out at that. “I kind of thought you were a bit more…”
“I open my literal arms to you and get slut-shamed.” He cracked his jaw, rolling onto his back just a little more. He was more likely to fall asleep that way but also more comfortable and it evened out.
“Maybe rule 2 should be no insults?”
“Well you can’t make it ‘don’t be mean to Regent’ because the ‘in bed’ part is heavily implied and I like that shit sometimes.” Alec’s eyelids were so heavy. “Rule 2 is play nice unless you’re fucking me into the mattress I guess.”
Taylor squeaked.
“With a cock, in case it wasn’t clear.” He rubbed at his face with his free hand. “Otherwise it’d be ride me into the mattress and, look, Taylor, I am so-so-so tired. Rule 3 is no rape and that’s probably good enough.”
She froze a little but nodded eventually. Hands still mouse-quiet on his pecs.
“Hug back.” He nudged her with his knee.
“Is that a rule?”
“No, you’re just tense. Relax. No more rules.” He was dozing off as they spoke, reality taking on a fuzzy and otherworldly quality, time skipping in weird patterns.
When he next blinked Taylor was hesitantly curled around him in a hug/snuggle thing and he relaxed all the way, little knot of stress dissolving.
“No bugs, be nice, no rape.” Taylor said quietly and he hummed in approval. All the important things. A blueprint to Alec. “Okay. I can do that. Thanks.”
“S’fine.” He drug her closer, rolled them a little, tangled them in the sheets. The new angle was comfortable, he’d managed to align their soft parts with none of the pokey bits stabbing, and he fell completely unconscious between one breath and the next.
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T4t Alec teaches Taylor how to fuck
Alec was braced against the kitchen counter, forced up onto his tip-toes by merciless pleasure. Taylor was on her knees in front of him, slurping and mouthing at his dick.
Everything was tingly because they’d all been on him today. Every time he turned around someone else was pushing him down or picking him up to wrap their lips around it and suck for a while.
He’d heard some trans guys got better results by pumping, and hysterically thought having someone suck it 24/7 served the same purpose. He was exhausted. His dried sweat had dried sweat. He was even a little sore and whined as Taylor sucked harder, more insistently, demanding that he hump into her with desperate, tired hips.
When he came against her mouth, squirting weakly, she licked him clean without much regard to the oversensitivity. His thighs quivered.
Alec’s hands clenched tight on the counter as he fought to get his breath back.
“Mn.” Taylor wiped her chin as she eased back. “Can I keep going?”
His eyes widened fractionally.
“Nerd, I have literally lost count of how many times I’ve cum today. Do you want it to fall off?”
“No, I want it back in my mouth.” She whined. “It’s so cute and little. But also it’s huge. Like, the size of my thumb. The perfect size.”
“I can’t decide if I’m flattered or insulted.” He grinned down at her, moving her hair from her forehead.
“Be hard.” She advised, licking along his thighs and up. Alec grunted in surprise as her tongue dipped over his folds and lips.
He cursed, wobbling a little trying to stay upright.
“I think I need a minute.” As much as it galled him to say.
Taylor whined.
A bit of color stole into Alec’s cheeks to hear it. He exhaled shakily, tugged a hand through his hair. The way the Undersiders wanted him lately was insane.
Flattering, of course; hot beyond the measure, yeah; but also, one hundred percent, categorically and batshit insane.
He tugged Taylor up and she allowed it, eyes darting away and a moody slant to her mouth. He kissed it away and she leaned into it, opening up for him.
A few minutes into the kiss she was half-climbing him, pushing his weight not-so-comfortably into the counter. With only a little hesitation, Alec hopped up.
Normally the position wouldn’t be good for anything really fun but Taylor was tall enough.
She followed him, sliding between his legs as easily as anything. Her arms wound around his waist and kept him close as she lifted her chin up for more kisses.
Alec obliged.
Hot, heavy panting filled the air and soon the sound of their mingled moans joined it, and Taylor gasped over and over again as her bulge rubbed against his sore cunt.
The front of her shorts were wet, from him. The inside was also likely wet, going by her sharp wince of lust. Even in the loose lounge shorts, the shape of her was so big.
“Get back in my mouth.” Taylor said, moving her mouth and teeth down his neck. His shirt got in the way and Alec hastily tugged it over his head and off, throwing it aside before something horrific and insectoid could try to do it for him.
Taylor kissed down his sternum and found his tits, sucking meanly. He keened, rocking into it. He wasn’t perfectly flat and the small amount of tissue he did have, the team loved to abuse almost as much as his poor cock.
You’d think Taylor would have mercy on him since she also had a small chest the team loved to mouth and obsess over—but you’d be wrong. They were about the same size, actually, and she had no fucks to give, was almost worse than Brian when it came to idly sucking on his tits.
He flushed just thinking about it and enduring Taylor’s attention.
Sure they admired Brian’s pecs all the time but the dedication to Alec’s was unreal, like the little bit of breast made it a thousand times better than a flat muscle.
Yes, Taylor got her little tits sucked all the time but only when they were already fucking. Nobody grabbed her just to do it. Some days it felt like if Alec wasn’t getting his cock warmed by a greedy mouth, he was in someone’s lap with his shirt off.
It was really…
Fuck it didn’t make sense, none of the others were so thoroughly or so often used. It made him feel special and wanted and really, really horny.
Taylor switched to the other tit without comment, pulling a perky nipple into her mouth and pulling Alec closer by his hips. Her bulge pressed right against his cunt and rubbed, fitting snugly like any round object against a slightly convex object, pushing him back into the counter.
She pulled off and started kissing downwards, intent incredibly obviously. Alec stopped her with a hand cupped around her cheek.
“I’m really too sore.” He bit his lip. “Maybe we could… something else?”
Taylor stared blankly at him. He laughed softly.
“You’re all so obsessed with my dick it’s like you forget I have holes.” Alec leaned back and spread his thighs pointedly, putting some space between her hardness and his throbbing cock/dripping cunt combo.
Taylor’s eyes went wide. She looked at him dumbly, mouth dropped open.
“I’ve never done that before, though.”
He pulled her up for another kiss to her slack mouth.
“It’s really not hard.” Alec painted a thumb across her cheekbone, soothing. Watched her chest speed up, pupils slowly dilating as she stared.
He kept things slow and clam. When he brought hands down to tug her shorts away, she helped, stepping out of them.
Alec stared.
Taylor blushed.
Alec stared some more. He wet his lips. And stared.
Taylor fidgeted, reaching down to cover herself. Not that she could, with one hand. That much was painfully obvious. Alec snagged the offending hand before it could hide the view, tangling their fingers together.
His other hand wrapped around her cock. She bucked into it, already straining.
“Taylor, my fingers aren’t touching.” He widened his grip and tightened it again. “There is, in fact, a full inch between my thumb and index finger. Taylor.”
“We don’t have to…” She trailed off mumbling, bright pink.
“You’re adorable.” Alec guided her generously fucking wide tip to his cock, rocked up into it when it smeared across. Christ, the size different was insane.
“Your glans is the size of my whole dick.”
“Alec.” Taylor whined.
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bri/alec he/him girlie Alec
“Do you like girlfriend or boyfriend better?” Brian asked, sweeping Alec’s curls away from the back of his neck to place hot, open-mouthed kisses to his nape.
“Ungh.” Alec said, clenching his eyes closed and panting. “C’mon, right now? Really?”
“Look how pretty you are.” Brian drew slow hands down his sides, trailing kisses over his bare shoulder. “Girlfriend because you’re my pretty girl, boyfriend if you want to make me blush about it.”
“Dick.” Alec’s voice was a breathy stutter. Perhaps because how he was nearly shaking for how Brian was pressed against him, hard in his jeans. Alec arched underneath him, begging with his body.
“That’s what I’m offering, yeah.” The large boy laughed, biting his lip as he ground his clothed cock into Alec’s very, very shapely ass. Even just this felt dirty.
“Do the girls know you’re like this?” Alec demanded. “Shit, you’re like five seconds from asking for ‘just the tip’.”
“I am not.” Brian snorted. “You’re ridiculous. And no, the other girls don’t know I’m like this, because we’ve never… I’ve never…”
“What, really? But you’re…” Alec bit his lip.
“Are you about to hurt my self-esteem?”
“No, Jesus. You have to know what you look like.” Alec couldn’t help rocking back, encouraging.
“You like the way I look, baby?”
Alec moaned.