Kinktober2023 Day 13: Face-Sitting
Summer Lovin'
for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis
contains: oral sex/cunnilingus, masturbation, cis/trans, angel/demon
dysphoria warning: Pride is a trans man whose genitals are described with the following terms: cunt, folds, clit, hole. Please use discretion if these words will trigger any dysphoria.
Pride was literally from Hell, and even he couldn’t take this heat wave. All the windows in the apartment were thrown open wide, oscillating fans spun in every room, and it still wasn’t enough. He resorted to wearing nothing but his trunks and a loose tank top, which still didn’t help. Even the normally modest Justice had stripped down to his boxers, heavy locs high up on his head in a messy bun, forgoing his usual neatness. The oppressive heat beat them down until they gave up and spent the day on the couch. Justice stretched out on his back and Pride draped over his sticky chest, unable to do anything but sweat and complain about it.
“I wish it wasn’t so hot,” he mumbled.
“I wish we learned what air conditioning was before we found this place,” Justice said.
“Yeah, well you picked it out so…” He gave up halfway though the accusation. “Ugh. Whatever. I don’t care.”
“Wow. Not even picking a random fight. That’s how I know it’s hot out.”
Pride couldn’t retort to that either, groaning weakly instead. The fan in the center of the room blew a blissful puff of slightly cooler air over them, but it was gone too quickly to enjoy. It was hard to enjoy anything in this state. He was lying half-naked with Justice, and he couldn’t even revel in it.
Well… maybe he could try reveling in it.
He peeled his cheek off Justice and propped up on his chin. Justice looked kind of miserable, resting on the arm of the couch with his face screwed up with discomfort. Sweat beaded at his hairline, the occasional drop slipping down the side of his face. Pride reached out to trace his cheek, and his expression softened, lolling his head in the direction of his touch. He drew a circle around his lips, and Justice stretched his lips to kiss the end of his finger.
It was barely sexy, but Pride needed to think about anything else. He shuffled farther up to plant a real kiss on his mouth, slow and lazy. It carried a hint of salt from their endless sweating, but he didn’t care. Justice didn’t seem to mind either, rubbing his sticky back from under his shirt. Each pass he made pasted Pride’s body hair in a new direction, but it made him shiver anyway.
Justice pushed farther up his back, and it was the only excuse he needed to peel his shirt off. Pride dropped the damp garment onto the floor—Justice didn’t protest. Another sign of the times.—and resumed the kiss. When he opened his mouth, searching for deeper affection, Justice cupped the back of his head to help. They twisted their tongues in a lazy dance, too exhausted to push for anything heavier. It was a smooth, easy glide of lips, not concerned with anything but staying together.
Reveling in their closeness was much easier now. Pressed chest-to-chest, the blistering heat added to the mood, indistinguishable from unhurried lust. Pride sighed when their bodies brushed, skin slick with sweat. Gradually, he felt Justice’s cock poke his thigh, slowly hardening underneath him. He groaned a little, getting a new kind of damp between his legs.
“D’you wanna do something sexy?” Pride mumbled against his lips.
Justice hummed. “Maybe,” he said. “I kind of just want to lay here.”
“We can do both.”
He raised his eyebrows. Pride took the liberty of demonstrating.
First, he dragged himself up to his knees. He shuffled forward and nudged Justice off his perch, guiding him to lay his head on the cushion. By that point it was obvious, but Pride still went all the way, kneeling over his face and bracing himself on the arm of the couch.
“Best of both worlds,” Justice quipped, running his hands up his thighs.
“I’m glad we agree,” Pride said.
He wiggled his trunks off and dropped them on the floor with his shirt. No cool air rushed between his legs this time, every molecule baked in the ridiculous heat. But Pride was wet, and Justice gazed up at his cunt with leisurely want.
“Open,” Pride told him, and he did, tongue out and waiting.
Slowly, Pride lowered, using the couch to control his descent. Justice pushed through his slick folds as soon as he got close enough, warm tongue parting his cunt to lap his clit. Pride moaned breathily, pressing down on his mouth. Slick hands grabbed his waist, Justice licking him in wide stripes, and he went still to enjoy it.
The hot haze of the day had drained so much of his energy, Pride was more than happy to lean on his elbows and let Justice lick away. He met Pride's clit with slow caresses, taking his time. His tongue smoothed over his clit, up and down, drawing out his pleasure and his wetness. The occasional long, wet stripe up his cunt made him sigh.
Normally, Pride’s mouth would have been full of praise or teases, but he couldn’t muster up the brain power this time. His mind had melted into a thick sludge, thanks to the weather, and Justice’s tongue on his clit only sped up the process. His nerves tingled with static, the delightful sensations buzzed through his mind, but he could only moan or sigh about it.
Justice didn’t let it slow him down, not that he was moving very fast to begin with. He played with Pride’s clit as if he had all the time in the world, and meant to make use of it. Achingly slow brushes sent wave after wave of bliss through his body, and he didn’t stop there. When it started to feel too predictable, Justice slipped down and swirled his hole, teasing the very edges of his wet, loose cunt. Pride always moaned, always dug his nails into the couch, and always shuddered head to toe. And then Justice returned to working his clit, lapping him gently as if he never left.
Pride fought to keep his eyes open in the face of such exquisite pleasure. Without thinking, he rocked his hips, chasing the feeling. The hands on his waist squeezed, encouraging, so he kept going. With small rolls of his hips, Pride rubbed against Justice’s tongue as he licked. It brought intensity to his caresses, a little spike in a sea of softness.
“Mfhm,” Pride mumbled, barely able to speak. “Feels good…”
Justice muffled a small noise into his cunt, and squeezed his hips again. Pride leaned a little harder on the arm of the couch, rolling his hips harder. Justice moaned.
“You’re so good,” he continued, blabbing whatever came to mind. “Even when you’re—mmhn—all lazy, you still have t-to—fuck—h-have to eat your favorite food, hm?”
Justice sucked his clit softly, a clear response, and Pride moaned softly. He rocked with a bit more purpose, more intentionally grinding himself on his tongue now. Thrusting against such a hot, wet mouth was more than good—it was amazing, sending little lightning bolts up and down his spine. Pride almost drooled from the feeling, forgetting everything except how good it felt to fuck himself on Justice’s face.
The feeling distracted him so much, he almost didn’t notice the gentle slapping sound from behind him. One of the hands on his hips was long gone, and when he twisted around to investigate, he discovered why. Justice had pushed down his boxers, one hand slowly stroking his cock in time with Pride’s thrusts. Pre-cum leaked from his tip and spilled over his fingers.
“Oh, Justice,” he breathed, and lifted his hips off his face. A sloppy Justice protested, but could barely get a word out before Pride turned around and sat back down. “Next time, tell me so I can watch.”
Justice shuddered and eagerly started to eat him from the back. Pride rocked back against his tongue, using his torso for leverage, and watched him stroke himself at the same time. Every downstroke revealed more of his tip, hidden again when his hand went up, and Pride wished he had the energy to crawl over and suck it. The wet sound of his foreskin made him whimper. He ground back harder and harder, fucking himself on Justice and watching him jerk himself faster in tandem.
“You like how it tastes?” Pride asked. “S-so sweet that you can’t get enough, so you have to touch yourself.” He shuddered a sigh when Justice flicked his clit side to side. “So sweet, so good, J.”
Pride pushed back against his mouth and whined, freezing in place as Justice gave him as much as he could. He licked fast and intense, hand stuttering around his cock. All Pride could do was press back and accept it, take everything he had to offer and more. He moaned openly, exhaustion replaced with a desperate need.
“Yesyesyes,” he slurred. “More, more, don’t stop, I need it.”
Justice took it as a challenge. He sucked Pride’s clit hard enough to make him cry out, and flicked him faster than ever. Pride arched, toes curling, curling his fists against Justice. He had to close his eyes, intensity building and building up inside him.
“Close,” he warned. “’M close, so close, don’t stop.”
One last suck of his clit later, Pride came on Justice’s tongue. It shuddered through his body, flushing him with heat and ecstasy. His mushy brain was dribbling out his ears by the end of it, and possibly out of his cunt too.
“Ffmhmm,” Pride announced, before collapsing.
Justice grunted as he landed. He was still hard, cock half-forgotten in his hand while he worked to bring Pride to his end.
“Oh no,” he mumbled, poking it.
“I-I’m okay,” Justice panted.
Pride twisted around to make sure he wasn’t being polite. On the contrary, Justice appeared satisfied. Breathless, messy, covered in wetness, and a few hairs, but satisfied.
“Really,” he promised. “I just thought it would feel nice. And it did.”
As someone who loved orgasms, it took Pride a few seconds to accept this. “Hm. Okay.”
He flipped back over and cuddled against his chest again. Justice patted him awkwardly.
“Well, I do still need to clean my… everything.”
