Kinktober2023 Day 17: Nipple Play
Play Date
for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis
contains: coming untouched, light bondage, strap-on, anal sex, cis/trans, angel/demon
dysphoria warning: Pride is a trans man whose genitals are described with the following terms: cunt, clit Please use discretion if these words will trigger any dysphoria.
Pride got home and skipped into the living room, a tiny shopping bag dangling from his fingers. He found Justice sitting on the couch, reading a book with his fake glasses on. There was no time for that.
“Jus-tice,” he sang. He slipped the book out of his hands and set it aside. Justice sputtered a protest, trying to grab it back, but Pride replaced it by sitting in his lap. “I’m home.”
“Yes,” Justice said, laughing tiredly, “I can see tha—mmg?”
Pride interrupted him with a kiss. It was far deeper than any standard “welcome home” greeting, but he couldn’t help it. He pushed Justice’s fake glasses up his forehead and devoured him, pressing forward into his chest. Confused, all Justice could do was return it, mouthing back at his lips. Pride popped off as soon as he’d begun, grinning fiercely.
“Wh-why?” Justice stammered, catching his breath.
“I bought something for you,” Pride said. He jiggled the little shopping bag around.
“Thank you, that’s so sweet of you.”
“I know.” He tossed the bag aside. “I’m so sweet, I already put it on.”
Pride peeled his shirt off and watched Justice go from baffled to stunned in real time. “Oh,” he said, eyes transfixed on the new jewelry dangling from Pride’s chest.
Two golden barbells sat snug against his nipples, with a long, thin chain connecting them in an arc. It jostled against his skin when he wiggled around to show it off. The tiny round ends caught the light of Justice’s halo, winking at him. Pride could sit here all day, but he wouldn’t.
“You can touch,” he purred, sliding Justice’s hands up his body.
Justice glanced at him, shocked and hopeful, then back down. Cautious fingers brushed over the barbells. He traced the golden chain to the other side, brushing a thumb over the nipple. Pride sighed hotly, not-so-secretly excited for this. When he saw this set on display, he knew he needed it—he and Justice both. It felt so nice to be proven right.
“They’re beautiful,” Justice said, forced to catch his breath again.
“They’re for you,” Pride said. He leaned in to kiss his cheek. “I know how much you like when I dress up your favorite toys.”
Justice shuddered and lust wafted onto his tongue, flowery and sweet. Pride kissed a short line to his mouth, picking up the kiss right where they left off. This time, Justice joined him eagerly, with an added twist—literally.
He rolled barbells and Pride groaned into his mouth. The snug metal bar pressed into his soft nipples, quickly hardening under the attention. Justice gave each one a gentle twist, holding them in place. Pride whined for more, urging him on with a deeper kiss.
Emboldened, Justice pinched and rubbed and flicked his stiff nipples. He gave Pride a dizzying amount of attention all at once, drawing out soft moans with every turn. Hot sparks chased each other up his nerves, all stemming from his chest and the restless fingers there. Pride pushed into his hands, chain jostling against him.
Seizing an opportunity, Justice twisted his fingers in the chain and tugged it. Pride moaned into his face, fully breaking the kiss. He pulled the chain down and pushed a nipple up against the force of it, flicking it over and over with his thumb. Whining so brokenly he was almost embarrassed, Pride rocked in his lap, more than a little wet now.
”A-are you trying to make me come like this?” he breathed.
“Not on purpose,” Justice promised, “but I guess it wouldn’t be too hard.”
Pride stopped moving. He made Justice put his arms down. “And what is that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing? I’ve just noticed that when we start foreplay here”—he passed over a nipple gently—"you tend to finish a little faster.”
“Um, need I remind you that I gave you the first orgasm of your entire life?”
“What does that have to do with anything I said?”
“Because it means that you come for me every time I do this.” Pride pressed his mouth close to his ear. “Are you gonna come, Justice? Are you gonna be a good boy and come?” The soft flavor lust instantly spiked, and Pride felt something else spike underneath him.
“Th-that’s different,” Justice stuttered, trying to regain his composure. “You only do that when we’re in the middle of sex.”
“So your magical orgasm techniques count, but mine don’t?”
“I’m not saying it’s magic—I’m just saying it wouldn’t be too hard to make you come with only nipple play.”
“Oh, please. As long as you have something up your ass, I don’t even have to touch you.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?”
They stared each other down, eyes narrowed. There was only one way this could be settled.
“Bet,” Pride challenged.
“You’re on,” Justice agreed.
From there, they jumped off the couch and raced to the bedroom. All of foreplay was spent negotiating the terms of the bet, which was perfectly sexy in Pride’s opinion, although Justice did tell him to “shut up about the logistics” while fingering him open. It didn’t matter. What mattered was this was a competition and Pride was going to win.
He ended up on his back, harness fitted with a dildo, and his arms cuffed to the bedframe to make sure he truly couldn’t touch Justice. On top, Justice rode the strap-on to give himself plenty of access to Pride’s chest, golden jewelry tugged and twisted under his fingers. This sex was strictly business, only drawing out moans and gasps as a formality.
It was the only time that Pride was determined not to orgasm. He gnawed his lip, trying to ignore his aching wet cunt, and the pleasure zapping his nerves from the hot pinches and flicks Justice gave his nipples. Pride drove all his energy and focus into thrusting, snapping his hips against Justice ass.
Justice rocked on his strap, keeping a cleaner composure than Pride thought was possible. Channeling centuries of serving in God’s army, Justice zeroed in on the nipples under his hands, and attacked like it was his sole duty. It was like he filled himself to the hilt because he could, taking every hard thrust Pride gave him with only a grunt in response.
“Have you,” Pride accused, “been faking all your cute moans this whole time?”
“No way,” Justice said, almost laughing. “I’m trying—very hard right now.”
“Wow, that sounds tough.” He bucked again. “Maybe you should relax a little.”
“Not a chance.”
He twisted Pride’s nipples hard, drawing out a long moan. Pride struggled against the leather cuffs, chains clattering against the headboard.
“I think you should relax,” Justice retorted.
“And deprive you of your playthings? Never.”
Pride rolled his hips and must have hit a good spot. Justice’s careful poise cracked, and he moaned pressing his hands flat against Pride’s chest. He jostled around, hoping to make Justice ride him harder. Not having his hands free sucked.
“I can do this all day,” he lied.
“So can I,” Justice panted.
“Yeah, right.” Pride gave him short, little thrusts. “We both know you’re as horny for my fancy new studs as I am.”
Justice puffed, ignoring it. But when he tangled his fingers in the golden chain, his breath got shaky. Pride pushed his hips up harder, driving into his ass, and watching his neglected cock bounce from the effort.
“The whole reason this started,” he continued, “was because you couldn’t stop playing with me.”
A hard pinch knocked the air out of him for a few seconds, Justice fighting back strategically. He rubbed Pride’s nipples in hard circles, pressing them against the barbells. Fingers wrapped in the chain, he tugged it, pulling the puffy red nubs in any direction he pleased.
“F-fuck,” Pride hissed, snapping his hips on instinct. Justice gasped, and he pounced on the opportunity. “See? You just have to have your little toys, don’t you?”
Finally giving in, he bounced on the strap. And not a second too soon—Pride felt his gut tighten and his poor, overworked nipples tingled and stung from pleasure.
“Maybe if you get bored, I can get my clit pierced. Give you something else to play with.”
Justice froze. Lips folded tight together, he clenched every muscle. Between his legs, cum dribbled out of his cock and down his shaft. Pride grinned, triumphant.
“Yeah, you like that?” he teased. “You want a new toy, baby?”
With a whimper, Justice let himself come. He gripped the sheets in his fists and moaned, cock spurting weak strips of cum. When he was done, he pulled himself up off the strap, and collapsed on Pride’s shoulder. Pride basked in it, enjoying his victory.
“I win,” he declared. “So that means th-tha—hah—”
The rest of his sentence got strangled out of him. Justice slinked down and sucked his nipple, fingers toying with the other. Pride was caught between being licked and pinched, a hot tongue flicking the barbell. His body ached and screamed for release, stimulation drawn to a hard peak.
“Fuck you,” Pride gasped as he came, painting his trunks with another pool of wetness.
Justice giggled thickly, kissing a line up his neck. “I win too.”
