Notes: Both of the characters depicted in this story are consenting adults. Miles and Den are both 22. It should also be noted that while Den is described as an imp, he is not intended to be interpreted as being overly tiny or child-like in appearance.
Miles is explicitly a transgender man. Specific words are not used to describe his anatomy aside from words for male genitals being used in reference to his bottom growth. This is done for FTM readers who prefer things to be done this way when trans men are depicted in erotica. This story is not intended to fetishize trans people (I'm a nonbinary person), so fetishistic language or otherwise transphobic slurs and statements are not welcome in the comments. Those found doing so will be removed.
Content Warning: Miles' ability to get pregnant is mentioned very briefly in two cases (once in the context of why condoms are extra important for them to use and another where it's only implied as Miles reflects on why he would never ask Den to fuck him raw despite the fact that he's slightly into the idea). This may be triggering to some trans readers, so please read at your own discretion.
If you would like to read one of my erotica stories featuring a trans man where that aspect doesn't occur, then I invite you to check out "You Can't Have Just One".
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Miles lived for peaceful mornings. Gentle sunlight filtering in through the window, a quiet apartment, the distant sounds of the street by his building waking up. It was his favourite time to do his readings.
He was in the fourth year of his undergrad, aiming to continue beyond that into a Masters for Library Science. As such, it wasn't at all uncommon for him to have to read at least three books, stage plays, or long academic essays for his classes each week. He was currently reading through "Two Noble Kinsmen" which would be discussed in the next class of his Shakespeare course.
Plays made for simple reads. If someone really committed to reading them in one sitting then it could be done in two to three hours. Hence why Miles typically reached for them in the sleepy half-light of the morning as he enjoyed his coffee in bed.
It was nearing eight-thirty when a small noise drew Miles' attention to the still-sleeping form beside him; Den, probably the least demonic imp in the world. His boyfriend wasn't as much of a morning person, much preferring to sleep it away rather than face it.
Den was laying on top of the covers and buck naked. Not that it mattered at all. Miles' roommates were both visiting home for the weekend, so it wasn't like they could barge in and catch an eyeful of blue imp ass. He had his back to Miles who couldn't help but smile at the sight of his boyfriend's black, cat-like ear twitching in his sleep.
The imp shifted and made another noise; an unmistakable 'happy' noise so to say. As in, Miles didn't have to guess what Den was dreaming about. His shorter, lithe body rolled over and cuddled into Miles' side. The human allowed it, but his face warmed as he felt Den's very obvious erection pressed against his thigh.
Den began to slowly grind his hips, rubbing his leaking cock on his boyfriend's boxer briefs. Despite how hot it was, Miles decided to wake him up. It wasn't cool to let someone do that in their sleep when it was possible that they didn't actually want to be doing it. But just as Miles reached to shake Den's shoulder, he paused. Two green eyes, tired yet glazed in arousal, were looking up at him.
"Oh—good morning, Den," Miles said casually.
"Miles," Den said, his voice a groggy near-whine. "M'horny."
Miles chuckled. "Really? I didn't notice."
"Can we fuck?"
As much as Den's humping and that suggestion were stirring a heat between Miles' legs, he had to shake his head with a sympathetic smile.
"We blew through the last few condoms yesterday," he said. "Remember?"
Miles had only been on T for a little over half a year. Even if it had been longer, he still wouldn't risk it given that the possibility of him getting pregnant would really only be slightly lowered. The last thing he needed was to be having a kid on the way.
"Dammit," Den hissed. "We did, didn't we?"
Whatever dream he had been having had left him in a craving state. He was rock hard already and there was a desperate edge to his tone. It would suck if he had to stay like that without relief. But Den had a hard time getting off on blowjobs alone. They just couldn't get him there, so that wouldn't help. Miles felt bad for him, but then an idea struck.
"You're getting pretty friendly with my leg there," he said. His fingers briefly scratched behind his boyfriend's ear before carding into thick, dark hair.
"Mhm, you know I love every inch of you," Den said breathlessly.
"I do," Miles affirmed. He purposely injected a suggestive inflection into his next words. "But I have some inches elsewhere that I think you'd find a lot more fun." Den gave him a quizzical look. "Remember when we ran into this same problem in that motel on our trip up north last year?"
The imp shot up, his cat tail perking and twitching at the tip. "Oh, hell yeah! You want to—?"
"Sure. Hang on a sec."
Miles rolled over to deposit his book onto the bedside table and swap it out for the bottle of lube that was still there from the previous night. He handed it to Den before laying back out on his stomach. His boyfriend was straddling him in an instant. Soft lips began littering his back with gentle kisses.
"Thank you," Den said, theatrically reverent. "You're the best."
Miles let out a contented sigh, loving the feeling of the imp's weight on top of him. "No problem...go as crazy as you like."
Den's affections moved down his spine until he broke away to sit up. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Miles' underwear and pulled it down to his thighs. Wasting no time, he opened the lube bottle with an audible pop.
Miles sucked in a breath as he felt the cool liquid dripping between the mounds of his ass and towards his tailbone. Warm hands spread it around, caressing and kneading until he was practically melting. He let out a long, slow breath and relaxed into the mattress.
Den chuckled, seemingly at Miles going near-boneless from just a butt massage. "That good for you, huh?"
Miles hummed favorably and said nothing, fully indulging in his boyfriend's touches.
The leisurely atmosphere didn't last long. Den's hands paused and gave one last cheeky squeeze before retracting. His dick was pressing against Miles' backside moments later, pulsing hard despite the lack of action. Miles shivered as the sensation of it sent a throb of excitement to his own.
Den groaned lowly at the first thrust. With his hands on Miles' hips, he dragged his cock back and forth over slick, yielding skin. His pace was surprisingly slow for all the desperation exuding from him. But he was getting vocal, cursing and gasping as his body trembled through each pass of his burning shaft.
Miles had forgotten how deliciously filthy it felt having Den use his body this way. Not even properly fucking him, close to bursting just from humping against his ass. He could feel the fleshy barbs of the imp's cock brushing over him as hot precum smeared and mixed with the lube.
"Mmm, fuck!" Den yelped suddenly.
