In Plain Sight

for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis

contains: public sex, nipple play, vaginal penetration/PIV sex, cis/trans, angel/demon

dysphoria warning: Pride is a trans man whose genitals are described with the following terms: cunt, hole, clit. Please use discretion if these words will trigger any dysphoria.

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It was perfect weather for a picnic date at the park. Warm, but not sweltering, with a gentle breeze to soften its edges. The sun shone bright, a smattering of clouds against the bright blue sky. They’d been lucky enough to find a nice, big tree to shelter them, dappling the grass with leaf-shaped shadows. Overall, it was perfect, something anyone would envy. That’s what Pride was counting on, at least.

The spread of food on their blanket was cozy and ideal. Slices of meat and cheese, crackers, a fruit salad, and bottle of red wine to share. Justice compiled most of it, but Pride would not let his contributions go forgotten. He constantly eyed the wicker basket off to the side, anticipating.

“Do you want some more fruit?” Justice asked, refilling his own paper bowl.

“This is my fruit,” Pride said, lifting his plastic wine glass.

“If you don’t take any, I’m going to eat it all.”

He almost refused, but a human walking up the nearby path caught his eye, and he clearly caught theirs. Their little display attracted some mild attention, but Pride was never satisfied with that.

“Okay,” he agreed, and opened his mouth wide. “Gimme some.”

Justice shook his head fondly, but plucked a strawberry out of the mix. Pride ate it out of his hand, darting out to lick his fingers. He bit into the sweet strawberry, and a bitter backwash of envy hit his tongue, strong enough that he knew the prospective sinner was close. The human walking down the path looked away.

“I’m not feeding you everything like that,” Justice warned.

“What if I feed you back?” Pride offered.

He tried not to look too excited. “Well, if you’re offering, I guess…”

“What do you want?”

“Hmm.” He perused over the various trays. “Sausage?”

Pride picked out a slice. “Yeah, I’ll bet.”

“Very original.”

“Hey, am I wrong?”

Justice rolled his eyes, but crucially, didn’t deny it. Pride counted it as a win.

“Okay, open,” he said, holding the sausage aloft.

Justice dropped his mouth, waiting patiently. Pride hovered it closer and closer. At the last second, he popped it into his own mouth, grabbed Justice, and fed him with a sloppy kiss. He squeaked, hands flying up, but before he could do anything, it was over. Pride pulled back, watching him innocently.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

He fiddled with a button on his shirt while he chewed. “Mhm.”

Pride gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. Aside from being extremely fun, he picked up at least four cases of envy from that. And one wrath, which was weird. But that wasn’t the most important thing they’d be doing on this date.

“Let me know when you’re ready to start,” Pride murmured.

Justice’s throat bobbed. “I—Can I finish my drink first?”

“Sure.” He reached for the wine bottle and popped the stopper. “Want any more?”

He swirled the little plastic glass, debating. “A little, maybe.”

Pride splashed some more wine into his glass, and topped himself off while he was at it. Justice sipped a bit more than usual, looking off into the trees, as if he were trying desperately not to think about something. Pride leaned against his shoulder, lifting his own glass to drink.

The wine was his idea, and a good one. Justice had agreed, nervously, to their date today, but Pride knew he’d need a bit of liquid courage to loosen him up. Not everyone could get off on making humans envious after all—a very sad reality.

Oh, but if only those humans knew what they were doing today. What they would truly be a part of. Pride wondered how many of them would stick around and watch.

“Do you have any,” Justice asked, staring into his glass, “words of encouragement?”

“You’re really hot?” Pride offered. It made him laugh, which it was supposed to. “No one’s going to be able to see us anyway, J,” he added.

“I know. It’s the… idea of it, I think.”

“That idea is why it’s sexy.”

“Good point.” Justice took a rallying breath and chugged the rest of his glass. “I’m ready.”

Pride squeezed his leg. “Attaboy.”

He finished off his wine while Justice started packing up the food. Lids went over bowls, trays went into plastic containers, the wine bottle got re-stoppered, and everything that was already on their plates got eaten. Justice went to throw out their utensils. Pride straightened the blanket, staying behind to set up the main event.

From the other half of the basket, he pulled out a pair of thigh harnesses, lube, and a washcloth to clean up afterword. Justice jittered on his way back from the trash, staring intently at the new spread, then all around them. Humans scattered over the grass, some sitting on benches, some walking dogs, some with partners, some alone. None of them were paying them any attention.

“Come sit with me,” Pride said, extending his arms.

Justice took his hands and they knelt together. Pride traced the buttons on his shirt. He popped the top one open, exposing his collar. In a move that felt very much like a distraction, Justice swept down to kiss him, pressing his warm, sweet mouth to Pride’s. He still tasted like wine, and it reminded him so much of lust that he sighed.

Pride let Justice kiss him in any way that made him feel better, inching his fingers lower on his shirt. He opened button after button, revealing more and more of his broad chest, enough to run his palms over. Justice shuddered, cupping his jaw to kiss him deeper.

Eventually, his shirt fell off his shoulders, and his wings sprung forth. And now, all the human eyes that would have seen Justice would pass over as if he weren’t there at all, protected by the divine shield of existing between different planes of reality.

“Good job,” Pride whispered. Justice kissed him once and shuddered.

He stood up, taking the harnesses with him. Admiring the feathery expanse, Pride circled around to Justice’s back. He ran his fingers up the thin frame, up to the top joint. Slowly, he slipped a harness over it, forcibly closing the wing, and pulled it snug.

“This okay?” he asked.

“Yep,” Justice replied, voice strained.

Pride buckled the harness closed and repeated it on the other wing. Justice would be functionally invisible to humans, but unable to truly hide.

“My turn,” Pride said. He wiggled his shorts lower and summoned his tail, granting himself the same invisibility.

“You barely have to do anything,” Justice retorted.

“Not true!” He plopped down on his lap, pushing Justice’s hands up his shirt. “Do you know how hard it is to take a shirt off with my horns on?”

Justice rolled his eyes, but did what he implied. Pride put his arms over his head, eyelashes fluttering as he slid his shirt off. When it was finally over his head, he summoned his horns, puffing clouds of smoke into the air.

“And now,” he said, trailing a nail down Justice’s neck, “we do the rest.”

They kissed again. Bolder with the knowledge no one could see them, Pride ran his hands all over him, following the curve of every muscle. Justice panted at being touched so thoroughly, opening his mouth into the kiss. Taking the invitation, Pride pressed his tongue through, tracing the inside of him too. He muffled a small moan, and Pride was only too eager to swallow it up.

Justice returned the favor of his hands, trailing his own fingers through soft hairs on his chest. He paused to play with his nipples, rubbing the soft nubs against the barbells of his piercings. Pride gasped into his mouth, whining softly as he twisted and rolled them between his fingers. Justice pressed down with his thumbs and Pride jerked his hips, completely involuntarily, but once he started, he couldn’t stop.

He rocked in Justice’s lap, kissed him, sucked on his lip, and moaned while Justice played with his chest. He got flicked and rubbed and teased, each little touch sending a thousand pinpricks of pleasure down his spine. It made his tail thrash in delight, wrinkling the blanket. Justice whimpered for him in return, hard cock creating a nice bulge for him to grind on. So wet he was worried it would leave a stain, Pride thrusted in his lap, harder every time.

While they made-out and moaned and practically fucked through their clothes, humans milled about the park, oblivious. Pride could scream if he wanted to, beg loudly for Justice to fuck him. When he did, they could make the filthiest sounds and do obscene things with their bodies. Nobody would ever be the wiser. Pride whined just thinking about it.

“Off,” he muttered, popping the button on his shorts. “Off, now.”

Justice nodded, fumbling down to take his pants off. Pride scooted off his lap, fell onto his back and kicked off his shorts. More graceful, Justice shucked his pants off and set them aside. Pride sat up on his elbows to watch, admiring how the sun shined through his feathers, even with his wings tied shut.

“What?” Justice asked, catching him staring.

Pride smiled, tilting his head. “You’re pretty.”

He ducked his head into his chest, crawling over to kiss him. “You too.”

“Mm.” Pride snatched the lube bottle and pressed it into his hand. “Show me.”

He tensed, but nodded. Pride spread his legs and watched Justice slick his cock, tapping his feet against the blanket excitedly. Justice lined himself up with one hand and propped himself up with the other. Pride slung his arms around his neck.

“Ready?” Justice asked.

“Since this morning,” Pride answered.

With a tiny smile, he pushed forward and sank into his cunt. Pride sighed hotly, buzzing with pleasure already. Justice kept going until he was buried to the hilt, groaning deep in his chest. His tail thrashed again.

“Mm-move,” he mumbled, pressing his hips up.

Justice nodded and obliged, pulling halfway out, and sinking back in. Pride made a breathy sound and his eyes fell shut, reveling in it. He loved topping Justice—so much. He loved it so much.—but there was nothing that matched the feeling of getting his hole stretched and stuffed. The warmth Justice gave him, radiating from his hard cock, filling him with it over and over… It was a close second.

Besides the obvious, Pride liked the change in perspective. He got to see Justice hanging over him for a change, feel the weight of his body, watch his locs swing back and forth when he thrusted. Pride clawed for his shoulders and dragged him down for a kiss, wanting Justice to taste all his noises.

He made plenty of them, too. Justice fucked him smooth and deep, drawing moan after moan up his throat so sweetly. It wasn’t long before Pride lifted his hips to meet every thrust.

“Good,” he breathed. “Good, good, really good, fuck.”

Justice gave him a mouthy kiss and whined. Pride arched, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip, as the thrusts kept coming. Kept driving into him, making good use of his wetness, and he was so fucking wet.

His dizzy eyes reminded him where they were—in a park, invisible to the world. Someone walked by, admiring the scenery, and he keened despite himself. Pride was surrounded by people, getting fucked out in the open, his needy cunt on display. People were watching Justice stuff him, and they didn’t even know it.

“More,” he moaned. He kicked his legs up, cinching Justice’s waist. “More, I want more.”

Justice flicked his eyes down. He’d been watching the people too, but was less than enthused. His thrusts stuttered. He shifted his wings. Pride took his cheeks.

“H-hey,” he said, trying to keep his voice even. “Look at me.”

He did, panting. Pride used his heels to keep him buried inside, and heard his breath hitch.

“Look at me when you’re inside,” he instructed. “Okay?”

Justice shuddered out a moan. “Okay.”

Pride released his hips so he could keep going. “You’re being good. You’re being s-so—you’re so—Justice—”

He followed up on that “more” request, thrusting harder than before. Justice plunged into him, heavy, hard thrusts leaving Pride breathless. All the while, he gazed down, directing all his earnest lust straight into his eyes. It was supposed to make Justice more comfortable—Pride didn’t expect to be pinned with such a wanton look.

“O-oh yeah, is that better?” he managed. “You want to look at me instead?”

“Yes,” Justice breathed back.

“I bet—fuck, I bet everyone who can’t see us r-right now would want this so bad.” He laughed at his own fantasy. “They’d be s-so pissed.”

“You.” Justice kissed him sloppily. “Th-they would want you.”

Pride kissed him back instead of correcting that very sweet sentiment. Pride already knew he was sexy. If he wanted random strangers to wish they could fuck him, he could sit out here and masturbate instead. No, the envy he wanted was stronger than that.

He wanted everyone who saw him bucking his hips and moaning to envy his position. He wanted to be fucked so well it made people angry. He wanted passers-by to be furious at how good he must be getting it, frustrated that they were both so hot, and outraged that they were fucking each other instead of them. Pride wanted no one to be able to deny how good this looked, even to themselves, and watch them fuming and ruining their pants.

But this was just as good. Hiding in plain sight, so that the people around them didn’t even know what they were missing. They could be staring right at the hottest thing they’d ever seen and stay ignorant. It was a close second.

Worked up into a frenzy, Pride needed even more now. He clenched his legs around Justice and flipped him over onto his back. Justice gasped, shocked, but Pride didn’t give him any time to recover. He rode his cock hard, hands on his chest, fucking himself hard and desperate.

Justice moaned for him, hips bucking. Pride slammed down on him, using every inch of leverage he could get to fuck himself. He rolled his hips back over and over, breathless, panting, and urgent.

“Mmmm—fuck,” he moaned. “You’re so good, you’re so fucking good.”

Justice arched, squirming on the blanket. He grabbed Pride’s hips to help him thrust, so Pride let him. He let Justice bounce him on his cock, pushed one hand down between his folds to rub his clit, and used the other to pinch one nipple at a time.

It was every stimulation at once, and it made him punch drunk. Pride rubbed his throbbing clit fast, aching from lack of attention, pinched and twisted his barbells, and Justice bounced him so hard and deep he drooled.

“I—I’m gonna—” he choked. “’M close, I’m close, I—”

Justice buried his cock hard, and Pride came instantly, writhing on it. He clamped around Justice, still rubbing and pinching to keep himself coming as long as possible. Out in the open, warm and sweaty and fucked, it was one of the best orgasms  he’d ever had.

When he came down, Justice was still hard inside him. Pride cupped one of his cheeks gently. Like the sweetheart he was, Justice turned to kiss his palm.

“You can use me,” Pride told him.

His eyelashes fluttered a little. “O-okay.”

Pride put his arms over his head and rode Justice again. Slick from his orgasm, it was easy to bounce on his cock faster and faster until he came. Justice moaned and his face crumbled so beautifully, scrabbling for his thighs to keep himself inside.

Pride may have wanted people to see them fuck, but this was one thing he was glad he kept all to himself.

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