Grind

Erotic short. A trans man grinds against his boyfriend’s hand.

300 words, rated E, cis man/trans man, frottage and grinding.

“Hands on my shoulders,” purrs Ned, and Colton does, puts his hands on Ned’s shoulders and spreads his fingers over his back, digs his fingers into the muscle and presses his face against the side of his neck as Ned squeezes him through his leggings, the heel of his hand pressing right against his cock.

He’s got his legs spread and he’s leaning his body into Ned’s — Ned’s sat back on the table, Colton between his knees on his feet, and Ned has one of his hands spread on Colton’s lower back, pulling him closer.

With Ned up on the table, Colton has to be slightly up on his toes to put his weight into Ned’s hand, and he grinds himself as best he can into his hand, breathing heavily.

“That’s my boy,” says Ned, one clever finger playing over his lips through his jeans, and Colton whimpers as he grinds his cock down against Ned’s palm, feels the pressure of it as Ned squeezes again, makes Colton’s whole cunt fucking throb with the pressure.

He’s so wet he’s almost surprised it’s not soaking through the thin fabric of his skinny jeans, his body trembling, sweat wet on his skin underneath his clothes. He’s breathing heavy and his nose is full up with Ned’s scent, the woodsy note in his shaving foam and his shampoo, the muskier scent of his cologne. He can feel Ned’s warmth, feel the strength of the shoulders he’s gripping at even as he grinds himself better into Ned’s hand, and Ned’s laugh goes right through him, makes him jerk, whimper sharply.

“Faster,” Ned whispers, and Colton has no fucking choice, grinds himself faster, moans breathlessly as he does so, closes his eyes and sinks right into it. “Faster, that’s it, that’s a lad, that’s my boy — “

Ned squeezes Colton closer, and Colton moans as he’s drawn in.