A/N: This story contains stalking, somnophilia, and non-consensual sex involving a trans man. Words like pussy, cunt, and clit are used to describe his genitals. If this does not interest you, do not continue.
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The house was silent. There was no television or radio to mask the sound of Richard's footsteps, just the gentle hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. Not that it mattered, of course. He toed his boots off by the door and began to explore the house.
It had been surprisingly easy. The door hadn't even been locked, the house's owner felt too secure to bother with it. He grinned excitedly as he tiptoed down the hallway to where he knew his quarry waited. Richard had been looking forward to this all day. His blood was pumping, body eager for what he would find in the bedroom.
The door to the bedroom was cracked open, and through that crack he could see Oliver. He nudged the door, sighing when it didn't make a sound. It opened the rest of the way for him to slip through.
Oliver was fast asleep inside, entirely unaware of his presence. The blankets had tangled around his body, one soft, tantalizing breast revealed. His pretty nipples made Richard salivate, his dick interested in the situation already. He approached as quietly as possible. Each inch of milky skin had him drooling. He wanted to worship Oliver's body.
Richard reached toward the edge of the blanket and pulled it away from the man's sleeping form. His belly and thighs were revealed, then the bush of brown curls that lay between them.
"Oh, pretty boy," he whispered as he took in the beautiful body laid out before him.
He wanted to make Oliver his, claim his cute little breasts, his pudgy belly, the cunt hidden between his fat thighs. If he could have anything in the world, it would be to own this sweet body. The thought made him dizzy as his cock strained against his underwear.
Just thinking about having him made Richard rock-hard. He slid his sweatpants down and let the stiff flesh spring free from its prison. The few loose strokes he gave himself weren't enough to relieve the desire coursing through him.
He ran his fingers ever-so-gently across the expanse of flesh, pausing for a moment to feel one of the brown nubs before cupping a breast in one hand. He bit his lip to keep from making any noise. Oliver shifted under his touch, but stayed blissfully asleep and unaware of his presence.
Unable to hold himself back, he curled down over Ollie's body and took the soft flesh of his breast between his lips. He licked over the pebbled surface of his nipple. His eyes rolled back as he sucked.
Oliver shivered under him at the touch. Richard pulled away, licking one last stripe up his chest. His hand trailed further down Oliver's torso to his hips and touched the soft hair between his legs. His excitement was mounting. There was so much he could do right now with Oliver at his mercy.
The thought drove him nearly mad as he nudged Oliver's chubby thighs apart to reveal his prize. He sighed when he finally laid his eyes on the cute little pussy. Richard glanced up and saw his love was still sleeping. Such a heavy sleeper, he didn't even know Richard was there. He touched the soft pink folds, pressing between them just enough to feel the entrance to his hole. He could feel his pussy reacting to his fingers and he knew Oliver's body was just as eager for his touch as he was. Already moisture was gathering there.
Richard carefully pushed Oliver's legs apart to create a space for himself and lifted himself up onto the bed. He stroked over Ollie's belly soothingly when the man mumbled in his sleep.
"Shh, don't fret, baby. I'll take care of you." He shuffled closer and took his cock in hand. The head of his cock slid so easily between the lips of Oliver's pussy. It would be so easy to slide inside and take what he deserved.
