Showing Off

for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis

contains: double penetration (vaginal & anal), sex toys, 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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Pride turned this way and that in mirror, admiring himself so thoroughly Narcissus would blush. The lingerie he ordered finally arrived, and he could not get over how insanely sexy he looked.

The set was scarlet red, a mix of thin mesh and leather straps. Little heart-shaped holes were sewn up and down the front. A leather belt around the underbust—or, what would have been an underbust, if he had one—dangled with a loop and decorative chains. The cheeky cut underwear showed off most of his ass, and the rest was visible through the mesh. The set also came with long mesh gloves, thigh-high stockings, and a bright red collar, complete with a heart-shaped ring.

Pride killed this look. He would fuck himself if given the chance. When Justice got home, his irresistibility would be proven. Too excited to stay put, he skipped out of his room to wait in the foyer.

He ran through a dozen poses and sultry greetings, discarding one after the other. He needed a show-stopping display that would make Justice drop everything and sweep him off his feet. Nothing less than perfect was acceptable.

The door handle turned, and Pride jumped. In a panic, leaned against the wall with his hand draped across his hip, preparing a heavy-lidded expression. Justice entered with two heavy bags over his shoulders, but Pride only cared about the look on his face.

“Hi, Justice,” he purred.

He looked up to return the greeting, but froze. Justice stared, eyes moving up and down his body. A hint of lust appeared on his tongue.

“Wow,” Justice said.

Pride fluttered his eyelashes. “I’ve been waiting for you all night.”

He blinked. “It’s two o’clock.”

Ignoring that, he slinked closer, waving his hips side to side. “It’s been so long, I missed you.”

“I went to get groceries?”

Pride broke character to huff indignantly. “Can you just play along?”

Justice dropped his bags, laughing. He met Pride halfway and kissed him before he could commit to being annoyed, brushing their lips together sweetly. Pride cupped his cheeks, smoothing them with his gloved fingers.

“You look amazing,” Justice told him, “and I will appreciate it as soon as I put the food away.”

It wasn’t quite being swept off his feet, but Pride would take it. “Okay, fine.”

Justice picked up his bags again and Pride followed him to the kitchen. He hopped up on the counter to sit until he was done. And when he finished, Pride slid onto the floor and reached up for him.

“So, back to what we were doing?” he asked.

“Of course,” Justice agreed, wrapping him in a close embrace. “You’re stunning.”

Pride laced his fingers behind his neck. “And I have a surprise.”

“Another one? Is it a special occasion?”

“Yes, it’s called ‘I want attention.’”

Justice laughed softly, dipping low to kiss him. “I guess we should celebrate.”

He could not agree more. Pride crushed their mouths together, pouring his anticipation of hours into it. Justice drew him close and melted against his mouth, drinking him in. His hands skated up and down the lingerie, tracing the hearts and twisting in the chains.

Encouraging this, Pride whined into his mouth. Justice grew bolder, soft caresses turning into firm squeezes, palms raking down his back. Pride grabbed his face and added his tongue to the kiss, twisting around in his mouth. With a breathy moan, Justice plunged down to grab his ass, and Pride moaned right back. He did it again, pulling Pride closer against him. Then he froze, fingers brushing between his cheeks and against the end of a silicone butt plug.

He broke the kiss just to pant, “Are you wearing—?”

“Mhm,” Pride confirmed, kissing him under the jaw. “So you can use any hole you want.”

Justice’s breath hitched. A lightning bolt of lust burst onto Pride’s tongue, and he grinned. Slipping his hands away, he took Justice by the wrists and tugged him away to the bedroom.

They collapsed on the bed, back to business in a few short minutes. Pride pulled Justice over him and hooked all four limbs around him while they made-out feverishly. More than eager, Justice kissed him into the pillow, pressing their hips together. The bulge in his pants only got firmer, and Pride squirmed for more, bucking his thinly-clad hips. Justice moaned in his face, grinding against him on instinct, and they gasped together.

“H-how do you want to…?” Justice asked.

“Up to you,” Pride answered, kissing him. “Any hole you want.”

Justice ducked his head, pressing it into the pillow. “I can’t decide.”

Pride pet his hair, chuckling into his ear. “I think I can help.”

He unhooked his legs and shimmied off the bed. After some digging around, he produced a dildo from his sex drawer, long and thin. Justice watched him curiously, waiting for an answer.

“How about,” Pride suggested, “you pick both?”

The meaning clicked. His eyes blew wide. “Really?”

In response, Pride pressed the toy into his hand. He got on his knees, parted them wide, and bent all the way over. Face squished into a pillow, he dragged his hands up his thighs and over his ass, gloved fingers hooking in the waistband of the thin lingerie.

“All yours,” he purred, and slowly pulled the bottoms down.

Justice flapped his mouth like a fish before any sound came out. “I—Uh—Thank you? I mean, yes, I—I’m going to stop talking.”

Pride couldn’t help laughing into the pillow. No matter how many times they fucked, no matter how many kinky things they did, Justice would always be the sweetest, most endearingly awkward lover on the planet. At some point, it started making him wet. Today included.

He waited patiently while Justice shed his clothes and snatched the lube from the bedside table. The mattress sank when he knelt behind Pride, and it made him shiver.

“Can I take this out?” he asked, tracing the round end of the butt plug.

“Yes, pleeeease,” Pride sang, wiggling his ass.

Justice laughed shakily, holding his hips still. He pulled the plug out, and Pride made a breathy sound. After being full for so long, the feeling was foreign to him, an aching hole with nothing inside it. Two, if he counted his cunt, wet and wanting.

“Okay,” Justice muttered. The lube bottle popped. “I guess I’ll do this first…”

The wet sound of something being slicked up met his ears and Pride curled his toes in anticipation. Grinning into the pillow, he waited with bated breath to find out what was going in first.

The warm tip of a hard cock met his ass. Pride barely had time to be excited before Justice pushed in, his stretched hole accepting it with ease. He moaned, so happy to be full again, and especially full of Justice.

“Feels okay?” Justice asked, breath hot and strained.

He nodded, already pressing his hips back. Justice shifted, not to thrust, but to put one elbow down by Pride’s head. In his other hand, he had the dildo, slicked and ready. Pride scraped his teeth over his lip, the hand disappearing from his peripheral vision and underneath him.

The silicone cock touched his cunt and he whined. Justice slowly pressed it inside, gradually filling him up a second time. Pride moaned hard, fisting the pillow in both hands. The dildo wasn’t that big, but he felt it—fuck could he feel it, with Justice’s hand keeping it inside.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he moaned. “Oh, fuck, Justice.”

“Is it okay?” he asked.

“Yes, you need to move.”

Justice nodded against his back and kissed his neck. Pride warbled in the back of his throat as he started to pull out of his ass, taking the dildo with him. When both were at risk of leaving him empty, Justice pushed back in, groaning deeply. Pride almost didn’t hear him, overwhelmed by the feeling of being fucked twice.

It was no less incredible when Justice built up a rhythm. It was better, even, two cocks pumping in and out of him, filling him so completely he could barely stand it. Pride lost his breath from moaning, arching like he was getting railed, but Justice moved in and out at an even pace. The sensation on both of his holes, getting filled and emptied, stretched and relaxed, over and over made his head spin.

From what he could tell, Justice felt a similar way. It was rare that Pride offered his ass, since they were always so busy playing with Justice’s. So rare that, even with prior preparation, he had to be tight inside. Justice breathed hotly down his neck, sweet moans tripping over his lips every time he thrusted in, cock squeezing in to his unpracticed ass.

“M-more,” Pride gasped over his shoulder. “Gimme more, I want more.”

“Okay,” Justice agreed, breathless.

He pushed all the way in with both cocks. Pride felt his hand adjust on the base of the dildo, getting a better grip. He whimpered.

Justice pulled halfway out and shoved back in. They cried out at the same time, the intensity shocking them both. He plunged in again, and again, and again, fucking him hard. Pride clawed the pillow, moaning crazily.

“Yes, yes, Justice,” he gasped. “Fuck yes, it feels s-so good!”

Justice couldn’t answer, whining into his ear while he snapped his hips. With every thrust, he landed harder and moved faster, building up to pound both holes at once. Pride’s moans got more and more helpless, spiraling down a path of unabashed debauchery.

His cock stuffed his ass, the dildo plunged into his cunt, and Pride had never felt so fucked. Not just his holes—his body, his mind felt so fucked, every piece of him trembled with it. He could barely process how good he felt. Desperate for more of it, Pride started thrusting back against Justice, fucking himself even harder. Justice moaned, clenching his fist in the sheets.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Pride chanted. “I need it, I need to be so—fucking—full!”

Every strike of Justice’s his against his ass, every ruthless thrust that met his holes, Pride felt himself slip a little more. His stockings slipped down his quaking thighs, his mouth babbled and moaned, the only thought he could conjure was yes, yes, fuck me, yes! He snarled and tossed his head, beyond hope of control. Justice tried to soothe him, kissing his neck and shoulder, but it only drove him further into his cock-drunk madness.

Hard thrust after hard thrust landed, and Justice suddenly gasped. He buried himself in Pride’s ass, spilling deep inside him. Pride writhed, demanding a continuation. His haze didn’t lift, still aching in every molecule for more.

Justice rested his limp body over him, both cocks buried. That was where they stayed when he moved to rub his clit viciously. Pride scrabbled at the sheets and keened loud enough that his voice cracked. Justice weighed down on him so he couldn’t move, keeping him stuffed full, punishing his clit with frenzied motions.

Everything came to a peak all at once. Pride came in complete silence, mouth hanging open, vision flashing. He clenched around the cocks stuffed inside him, trembling at the intensity of it all. When it was over, the last waves washing out of him and the contractions slowing, he gasped for breath.

Justice rolled off him, slipping his soft cock and the dildo out. Pride dropped his hips, as limp as he could get, but his sweaty, spent body felt like mush.

“What th’ fuck,” he mumbled.

“You alright?” Justice panted.

“Yeah, ‘m fine.”

“Okay, good.”

Pride only had twelve percent of his brain working, but that sounded specific. He forced his eyes to focus and looked at Justice, limp at his side. “Did somethin’ happen?”

“At the end there,” he explained, “you got a little—uh. Beastly.”

“I did?”

“Your gloves…”

Pride dragged his hands up to his face and found the fingers torn open, like they’d been punctured through by scissors. Or claws. He didn’t even realize he’d grown them.

“Oh shit,” he noted.

“I hoped laying on you would help calm you down.”

“But don’t you like when I get beasty?”

Justice mashed his face into his pillow. “Your new outfit would get ruined…”

“It would have been so hot, though.”

He muffled a groan in the pillow, and Pride snickered. In truth, he was glad Justice saved his lingerie. It was brand new.

Maybe after he’d gotten a little more use out of it, he could literally tear it apart.

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