Headstrong

for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis

contains: vaginal penetration/PIV sex, oral sex/fellatio, cis/trans, angel/demon

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

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Pride draped his tail over the side of the couch, the wicked barb on the end twitching every so often. He had his head in Justice’s lap, a hand massaging his scalp, and the world’s dumbest TV show playing in front of him. Life was good.

“I can’t believe you’re making me watch this,” Justice said, not for the first time.

“I can’t believe you said yes,” Pride replied.

A fight broke out on screen. The characters yelled at each other for no discernible reason, a useless drama dropped into the scene for the sake of itself. Verbal threats snowballed into physical ones, and the warring parties were quickly forced apart by the side characters. Pride could only snicker, unable to take it seriously.

“That’s so unnecessary,” Justice commented, almost amazed at how pointless it all was.

“She kind of deserved it,” Pride said. “Her fault for being such a bitch—ow!”

Justice yanked his ponytail, then returned to his gentle massage. “Don’t be rude.”

“I can’t be rude to her. She’s not real.”

“It’s a rude thing to say.”

“So? What if she really is acting like a bitch—ow!”

Justice yanked it harder, snapping his head back. Pride lashed his tail, but heat raced down his spine. The tug on his scalp trickled down his neck and bled warmth.

“I don’t think,” he said,  “that’s accomplishing what you want it to.”

“I was hoping you’d at least get distracted.”

“In that case, it’s working perfectly.”

Justice chuckled and gave him a little tug. “Good.”

He let Pride plop back down onto his lap, but he was too far gone now. He arched his back and whined impatiently.

“If I say more mean things about the characters,” he asked, “will you do that again?”

Justice sighed. “You’re supposed to stop saying mean things.”

“You shouldn’t have rewarded me for it then.”

“This is a reward?”

He yanked again. This time Pride moaned, only slightly exaggerating for the sake of making his point. It did feel good, though—hot arousal pooled at the base of his spine, mind full of horny static.

“Yes,” he moaned. ”More.”

Justice sighed. “I’ll never win with you, will I?”

“It’s not my fault your idea of punishment turns me on.”

Fuck, that was really sexy now that he thought about it. Every time Justice tried to punish him, it wouldn’t work, so he had to do it again. Pride shuddered at his own idea. If he wasn’t wet before, he definitely was now.

“You’re impossible,” Justice said, fondly exasperated.

“You need a bigger imagination,” Pride shot back.

“Now that’s rude.”

“And what are you going to do about it?”

Sadly, Justice didn’t fall for the obvious bait. He let go of Pride’s hair entirely, smoothed down his back, and yanked his tail instead.

Pride gasped, hips lifted off the couch and into the air. Electricity shot down his nerves, setting his ichor on fire. Justice dropped him back down, but he ached for more, cunt throbbing between his legs.

“I swear,” he warned, “Justice if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to do it myself.”

“I guess I have no choice,” Justice laughed.

In a heartbeat, Pride was up and mashing their lips together. Justice accepted him with a little noise of surprise, welcoming the kiss with open arms. Pride wrapped his tail around Justice’s forearm, kissing him hot and rough. He got the idea, gripping the base of his tail and yanking it.

Pride moaned into his mouth, no longer exaggerating, and with no need to exaggerate. He jerked his hips, clawed at Justice, made every signal known to humanity and beyond that he needed to be fucked hard right now.

“Okay, okay,” Justice said, hushing him with a kiss or two. “I’ll be right back, I promise.”

He snuck out of the embrace and down the hall. Pride wasted no time, stripping naked before he even heard a door open. The dumb show had moved on from the fight, but he couldn’t care less. He cared so little he snatched the remote to mute it entirely. He didn’t need or want any distractions.

Pride knelt on the couch cushion and propped himself up on its back. He could see out the balcony window, the evening fading to night. Watching TV was supposed to be their date tonight, but this was so much better. He combed his bush with impatient fingers, skimming over his wet folds.

Justice came back, lube in hand. His footsteps stuttered as he drank in the scene before him, Pride kneeling in wait for him. Pride wiggled his fingers in a cutesy wave and swung his tail.

“This way, huh?” Justice observed, coming up behind him and taking his hips.

“You have the best reach,” Pride said, pointedly shaking his head to make his ponytail wobble.

“Yes, good point.”

The sound of a zipper and fabric crumpling made Pride shiver. He waited with bated breath while Justice slicked his cock, shifting on the cushion and wiggling his ass. When Justice took his hips, one hand slippery from lube, he whined.

“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m ready,” Pride breathed.

“Okay, never mind,” Justice replied. He lined up and sheathed his cock in Pride’s cunt without preamble.

“Fuck—yes!”

Pride dug his nails into the couch. He threw his head back, moaning loud while Justice fucked into him. Justice took his ponytail and tugged it in time with his thrusts. When his cock drove in, he jerked Pride back hard, drawing out moan after moan.

Brimming with lust from head to toe, Pride shoved his hips back desperately. Justice thrusted again and again, burying himself to the hilt every time. His breath was hot and ragged against Pride’s neck, his hand clenched his hip tight, and the fist yanking his hair sent constant tingles through his nerves.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck,” Pride gasped. “That’s so good, it’s so, so good.”

“I feel like,” Justice panted, “this isn’t a good message to send.”

“Hm?”

“You know.” He snapped his hips and Pride groaned. “H-having sex when you say something rude?”

“Like you c-could ever stop me—ah!”

Justice tugged his head back, bent low, and mouthed at his neck. Pride moaned shakily, squirming in his arms. He sucked lightly at the dip of his shoulder, pulling his ponytail at the same time. It made Pride dizzy and desperate.

“Harder, harder, Justice,” he whined.

He took a shuddering breath, and his hips stopped moving. Inch by inch, he pulled himself out, letting Pride feel all of his cock as it slid out until only the tip of him pressed against his hole. Then, he grabbed his tail at the base.

 Justice snapped Pride back by the tail, driving his cock in hard. He swore loudly, and dissolved into a babbling mess as he did it again, and again, and again. At the same time, Justice kept tugging hair, each thrust hitting with twice the effect. He yanked Pride around, pounded his cunt, and left him keening. With every tug, his voice broke a little more, his head spun a little faster, and his thighs shook a little more.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck yes,” Pride chanted. “Justice, it’s so fucking good.”

“Good enough,” he breathed, “that you’ll be nicer?”

Pride laughed breathlessly. “Oh, fuck no. I’ll be worse.”

“W-worth a shot.”

Justice didn’t let his loss slow him down. He railed into Pride, fucking him hard and rough. Frantic, Pride mashed his fingers against his clit, breath short and a coil in his gut winding tighter and tighter.

"More, more, more,” he moaned. “Yes, more, you’re gonna make me come!”

Taking this to heart, Justice twisted his tail around his arm and pulled viciously. Pride nearly screamed as he came, a sound worth every wanton noise he’d ever made. Justice took over rubbing his clit, too overwhelmed to do anything but shake and moan.

When Justice pulled out, he whimpered, so empty without his cock. Pride mashed his face into his arms, exhausted. Justice kissed a line from shoulder to shoulder.

“Need anything?” he murmured.

“Mfm,” Pride responded.

He slumped onto the couch. Justice chuckled and sat next to him, and revealed something very important: he was still hard.

“There was a really easy way to get me to stop talking, you know,” Pride said.

“Of course you tell me now,” Justice teased.

 But he wasn’t deterred. Pride slipped off the couch onto the floor, and knelt between his legs. As a bonus, he shook his hair out of his ponytail, slipping the elastic band over his wrist. Justice caught on immediately, eyes blown wide.

“Y-you don’t have t—” he started.

“I won’t be able to say mean things,” Pride pointed out. He was already closing in, pressing his knees apart and guiding his hips closer.

“I was just k-ki­—hah…”

His sentence dissolved into breathy moans as Pride drew his cock into his mouth. He shivered from the taste alone, a mix of salty pre-cum and his own wetness. Heavy and hot, Justice’s cock filled his mouth as easily as it filled his cunt, taking up space like it belonged there. Pride liked to think so.

Pride laved his cock with his tongue, licking in long stripes. He sucked gently, drawing his lips into a tight ring, and moving up and down his shaft. Justice panted, whining for him, eyes half closed in pleasure.

Holding his gaze, Pride picked up one of his hands and put it on his head. Justice groaned deeply, threading his fingers through Pride’s hair. Pride moaned around his cock, sucking a little harder. He gasped, fist clenching, and Pride shivered all over.

It didn’t take much longer than that. Justice came with his mouth hanging open, softly moaning and combing his hair. Pride lapped up every drop of cum, savoring the taste.

“Okay,” Justice panted. “Maybe that was smarter.”

“You should still do the other thing,” Pride said, rubbing his cheek against his thigh. “A lot.”

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