Love Letters

for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis

contains: praise kink, bondage, oral sex, fingering, anal sex, strap-on, dom/sub, cis/trans, angel/demon

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

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“You’re writing a lot of things,” Justice commented.

“I have a lot to say,” Pride said, scrawling a note onto his stomach. The gold ink from the body pen glittered all over him, erotic phrases and doodles crammed in wherever Pride could fit them. The kicker was Justice couldn’t read any of it.

Naked and blindfolded, he had no choice but to lay on the bed and wait for Pride to finish, ignorant to the marks on his body until Pride decided he was done. They’d already done the same in reverse, Pride covered in scarlet red from head to toe. As expected, Justice’s notes were so sweet he almost didn’t want to wait, aching to put his body to use. What reined him in were his plans for Justice—and he had a lot of them.

“Don’t use up the whole pen,” Justice warned.

“I won’t,” he promised. He drew two arrows along the V of his hips, pointing to his cock. “And even if I do use the whole thing, all of these are totally essential.” Between the arrows, curving over his bush, he wrote TASTY!

“Every single one?”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

He bent Justice’s leg, drew a circle that connected from his shin to thigh, and wrote Tie Here. After matching it on the other leg, he opened them up to scrawl on the inside of his thighs. On one, he doodled hearts and wrote Bite me! On the other, he drew another arrow, pointing back to his ass, and wrote Fuck me here. Pride snickered to himself. He couldn’t wait to put these to use.

Sitting back to admire his work, he declared this side of Justice a finished work of art. The next step was turning him on his back to decorate him there. Pride pushed his locs out of the way, revealing the blank canvas of his freckled skin. He tapped the end of the pen to his lip—what should he write?

Experimentally, Pride put his hands on each shoulder blade, the same places he propped himself up when he fucked Justice from behind. He traced around them, creating two hand-shaped stamps on his upper back. Between the palms, he wrote Pin me down.

Next, he continued a note he’d drawn on his front, a line across his waist, to make it a complete circle. After that, he doodled smaller notes and hearts until he was satisfied. It was time for the big finish.

Pride scrawled notes like Pinch me! and Bite me! onto his asscheeks, along with little hearts of course, but he wasn’t done yet. He pulled them apart slightly, Justice inhaling sharply when he did, and drew arrows on both sides, pointing to his hole. In big letters, across his lower back, he wrote STUFF ME, and drew more arrows pointing down into his ass.

“Alright,” Pride said, standing up. “You’re done.”

“Thank goodness,” Justice sighed. He sat up and whipped his blindfold off. “I thought we’d be here all night.”

“Well technically—”

He tossed the blindfold at Pride. “You know what I meant.”

Pride shrugged and smiled, watching eagerly as Justice stood up, and joined him in standing at the full-body mirror.

The differences in their methods were immense. Pride, as decorated by Justice, had a heart drawn on his cheek, round spots marked with Kiss!! speckled everywhere down his body. A message on his chest read BEAUTIFUL, through the cloud of dark hairs, with two arrows pointing up at his face. Two hearts around his nipples read Touch me and Fun toy respectively. His torso was marked with more compliments—So pretty!! and Perfection♥—and each one made Pride shiver to read. On his other side, Justice had carefully avoided his scars, but made sure to write Pride and Joy across his lower back. That one was his favorite—the thing that made him ache so badly to start.

Meanwhile, the first thing Justice was graced with was a big circle across his middle and a message reading SLUT WAIST. Both his shoulders were labelled Leg rest. Each of his pecs had orders to squeeze them, and neck had a heart with a Bite me! label. The extra doodles read things like Too fuckable for Heaven, or Good boys take the strap. Justice stared, wide-eyed, at his new body, twisting around in the mirror to see his back.

“Oh my,” he breathed, ghosting his fingers along the messages.

“What do you think?” Pride asked.

“They’re in-character.” He laughed shyly at his own observation. Pride chuckled with him, tracing the circle around his waist.

“I think I did a pretty good job.”

Justice nodded. “I—I like them.”

“Good. This ink doesn’t wash off for like four days.”

He nodded again, slower, scanning himself in the mirror again. “I remember.”

“You gonna be able to work like this?” Pride slid behind him, taking his newly christened slut waist in both hands. “Knowing I marked you up today?”

“I—I hope so—ah!”

He put a hand over his mouth, too late to catch the moan Pride squeezed out. Keeping a tight grip on his waist, he kissed the middle of his back, right between the palms he traced.

“I hope you won’t,” he murmured.

Justice twisted around in his arms and kissed him. Pride kissed him back, more than happy to get this show on the road. They pressed their decorated bodies together, grabbing and groping all the places they marked out for themselves. Things got hot and heavy fast, and it wasn’t long before Justice’s cock poked Pride in the stomach, hard and waiting. Groaning a little he dragged Justice back to bed, sitting down on the edge of the mattress.

“I can’t stand anymore,” he said, parting his legs for his wet cunt to show. “Can you help me find a place to rest?”

“I think so,” Justice replied, kneeling on the floor. He cupped the backs of Pride’s knees in his hands, lifting them up to rest on his shoulders.

“And hey, check it out.” Pride pointed to a hastily scrawled message on his inner thigh, as if Justice had written it with his eyes closed. “I’m a ‘sweet treat.’”

He pressed a smile into his leg, bashful. “I hope that’s not weird.”

“I think it’s sexy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I am sweet.” Pride stroked his locs, looking down at him with glittering eyes. “Come get a taste for yourself.”

Encouraged, Justice took his hips in his arms and slid forward into his cunt. Pride sighed in relief at the first stroke of his tongue, a hot flush following soon after. He leaned back on one hand, petting Justice and moaning.

Justice ate him like he really was sweet, licking his clit to savor it. Long, hot, up-and-down strokes, a steady rhythm for Pride to drool over. The constant, consistent rubbing gave him a pleasure that settled into his bones, so deep-seated he could barely move. He twisted his hand in the sheets, slack-jawed in his bliss.

As Pride watched, he inevitably stared down at his body too. Scarlet red in letters and hearts danced over his skin in Justice’s soft print. He stopped petting to trace them, reading the messages upside-down. Gorgeous hips said one. World’s Best Top read another on his stomach. Want you always read a third on his ribs. The biggest one, on his chest, pointed up at him while he watched in erotic awe. His breath shortened.

“Everything you wrote,” Pride said lowly, “is so fucking sexy.”

Justice glanced up at him in the middle of his work, licking a hair onto the inside of his leg.

“It’s all so hot,” he said again, getting wetter the more he thought about it. “I l-love when you say I’m beautiful.”

As a response, Justice licked him faster. Flicking his clit side to side, he closed his eyes and devoted himself to it. Pride moaned, struggling to hold himself up. He slapped his other arm behind him, head tipped back to the ceiling while Justice fondled his clit.

“I love that you want me to fuck you,” he breathed, thoughts spilling out of his mouth. “I love that you want me, I need you to want me—so, so fucking bad.”

Justice moaned, nodding into his cunt. He gripped Pride’s hips tight and mashed his face in deeper, tongue-fucking him with reckless abandon.

“Shit,” Pride hissed. “Fuck, Justice, fuckfuckfuck.”

His arms buckled and he ended up on his elbows. Justice pushed his knees off his shoulders and up, spreading him wide. Pride whined, curling his toes. When Justice paused to suck his fingers and press them into his hole, he fully collapsed onto his back, moaning wantonly.

If Pride had anything else to say, he forgot about it. Justice pumped in and out of his cunt, still flicking his clit side to side vigorously. His head spun with pleasure, he arched high off the bed, he took Justice’s advice and toyed with his nipples, and Justice kept going. Kept fucking him with mouth and hand alike, giving him everything he could from both.

When Pride came, it was a cry of unrestrained pleasure. His thighs shook while Justice licked him through it, fingers buried deep inside his cunt to give him something to clamp down on. The high faded, but he stayed on his back, panting.

“Are you okay?” Justice asked, sitting back from between his legs.

“Mhm,” Pride mumbled. He sat up enough to look at his wet face. “Felt really good.”

He smiled, pressing a wet kiss to the inside of his knee. “I’m glad.”

Pride sat up, with some effort. He rested his forehead against Justice’s and waggled his eyebrows. "Youuuur tuuurn,” he sang.

They raced to switch positions. Justice got on the bed, Pride put on his harness, and picked out some restraints. Following the directions he’d drawn, he belted Justice’s thighs to his shins, keeping them permanently bent. A thin line around his wrists directed him to cuff him to the bed frame, bound up and spread apart.

“I know I drew those hands on your back,” Pride said, hovering over him, “but I want to see your face this time.”

“O-okay,” Justice stuttered.

Pride gave him a mouthy kiss, swallowing up his soft whimper. He planted a trail down his jaw to his neck, biting into the place he’d marked. Justice moaned shakily, trying to buck his hips.

“Can you remind me, Justice?” Pride asked, nipping him. “What do good boys do?”

Justice shuddered. “Take the strap.”

“Yep!” He poked the message, scrawled onto his stomach. “Says so right here.” Justice giggled a little, and he kissed him again. “Are you gonna be a good boy tonight?”

“Yes—Yes, Pride.”

That was more than sufficient for Pride to get started. He slathered his fingers in lube and fingered Justice open. While he did, he bent over to suck at the head of his cock, unable to resist the message he left for himself. He watched Justice while he did it, licking his head and stretching his hole. Justice moaned desperately in minutes.

“You’ve been so patient,” Pride told him, taking his fingers out and slicking his strap. “Waiting for me to mark you up, making me come first…”

“I wanted to,” Justice blurted.

“I know, J.” Pride pushed his bound legs back as far as they’d go, lining up himself up. “And now you get to prove how good you are.”

He sank into Justice’s ass, watching him sputter and gasp. Inch by inch, his strap slid inside, until his hips landed, buried to the hilt. Justice blinked rapidly, shuddering moans with every breath. Pride almost drooled, watching his chest heave, body covered in his words.

“You look so good right now,” Pride said, and thrusted hard.

Justice yanked his wrists when he moaned, arching his back at the sudden intensity. Pride fucked into him hard, like he’d been waiting for all this time. Not giving him time to recover, he thrusted hard and deep, spreading Justice out to make sure he hit all his favorite spots.

Writhing underneath him, Justice whimpered and gasped, toes curled hard into the soles of his feet. Pride kept going, kept railing him, completely ignoring how his cock dripped pre-cum onto his stomach. He wanted this to last as long as possible—he wanted Justice to take as much as he could.

“Does that feel good?” he asked. “Do you liked being a good boy?”

“Yesyesyes,” Justice slurred. “I like it, I like being good, I need you.”

Pride huffed, heat tingling at the base of his spine. “You’re full of me, Justice, I’m giving you exactly—what—you like.”

He slammed into him to punctuate the sentence, and Justice’s voice broke around a moan. A creaky feeling in his body told Pride he wasn’t going to be able to keep this pace much longer, but he tried as hard as he could. He plunged into Justice until sweat dripped down his back, until he panted, until he felt himself stutter. Forced to slow down, Pride grabbed his cock to make up for the lapse.

“Come for me,” he said, stroking him fast. “Come for me, J, be good and come.”

Justice sobbed a moan and came immediately. He trembled and his cock striped his body, Pride stroking him through it. But even when his cock was done, flaccid on his stomach, he shook. Pride pulled out and released his legs, leaving them to flop on the bed. He crawled over and took Justice’s wrists out too, and cradled his face in his hands.

“Good boy, good boy,” Pride soothed, peppering him with kisses.

“L’ve you,” Justice mumbled.

And Pride nodded because he knew. It was written all over his body.

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