The sex toys draw Tyler's attention too and, while his immediate response is the way his cheeks fire up pink again, there's a very clear mote of curiosity dancing in his eyes as he looks them over.
The strap ons are very eye catching in both color and decoration. Which leads him to assume that they're for him to wear. It's hardly like he's come across a single other transgender person before and so his default mode of operation is generally that he's talking to cis people more often than not.
"Uhm, that's... forward of her." The portrait definitely isn't mixing her actions when it comes to making it clear what she's expecting.
"How do you usually like to... y'know, do this? I don't have a dick, so..."
Yussa's attention cuts back to Tyler with that last confession. Well, that changes some things. Not many, but some. He'd been considering how to bring that up - prior to coming here, he rarely took lovers and those who did end up in bed with him were people who knew him well. The question of his anatomy simply didn't matter by that point.
"Neither do I," he says lightly. "So I think we can do whatever we want."
That established, Yussa removes his next layer and tosses it aside. Suddenly he's far more exposed, bare to the waist save for a tightly wrapped bandeau. Tattoos decorate his chest and shoulders, flowing over his back and down his stomach.
"I'm comfortable giving and receiving, in every way you want to take that."
Brows shooting up towards his hairline, Tyler's mouth opens and then closes again wordlessly. He's 22 years old and, thanks to where he's from, he's never met a single other trans person. The fact that he finds himself on the verge of having sex for the first time here and now provokes a strange feeling of relief and deep appreciation settles him. He hadn't fully acknowledged how nervous he'd felt until some of that tension was lifted.
Wanting to match their level of undress, he starts to shrug out of his denim jacket and pulls his t-shirt off from over his head, mussing his hair up on the way. The scars from his top surgery are still pink enough to indicate it happened within the past year.
"I've never met another trans person before," he says softly, slightly reverently, and then adds, "...guess I don't know what my preference is outside of I think you're really hot and I want to have sex with you?"
The scars on Tyler's chest catch his interest, and he feels the momentary itch to touch them, but decides to wait for an invitation, or at least an indication that it would be welcome. Watching the tension drain from the younger man's posture has another small, private smile appearing.
"We can figure it out as we go along, how about that?" It seems like the most reasonable way to start given that Tyler is new to this and Yussa most certainly is not. Aware of how people like them can feel about such things, he adds: "There is no part of me you can't touch. But if there are places I should avoid on you, please tell me now."
Yussa doesn't want to have to stop in the middle of something later to check in, though he would if he thought for a moment he felt undue tension. He moves closer again, slipping back into Tyler's space. His touch his light as his hand rests against Tyler's hip, testing the waters.
It seems incredibly reasonable and Tyler is grateful for this gentle and respectful experience, though it's hard to really let that feeling sink in fully when he's this turned on. Yussa has barely pressed his hand against his hip and still gets a reaction. Tyler can feel his skin heat up again, prickling with his arousal as his body arches into the shorter man's.
"Can't think of anywhere I don't want you to touch," he breathes out, eyes dipping to the other man's hand and then leans down. Tilting Yussa's chin up, his kiss is hot and messy, his hips pressing forward against Yussa's stomach in blatant need.
"Good," he murmurs. The way Tyler tips his chin up feels bold, a gesture Yussa's made countless times with others, and it spends a sharp spike of excitement through him as their mouths meet. He arches closer, ensuring that they are touching everywhere possible. His hand remains on Tyler's hip as the other pushes up into his hair, cradling the back of his head and giving himself another anchor point.
It might be messy, but the enthusiasm is as effective as skill in this moment. Yussa tries to control it more, but he doesn't pull away or offer actual correction. Instead, his fingers brush along the top hem of Tyler's trousers, intent on finding where they open to get them off. They've established interest, so surely there's no need to delay further. His own are only loosely tied around his waist. Due to the nature of this place, he's foregone anything beneath them.
Not quite so on board yet to employ the most efficient strategy of completely avoiding underwear or complicated fastenings, Tyler reaches down to help with the buttons of his jeans. There's four of them in place of a zipper, and beneath that the stripy orange-navy of his boxers are a bright sight and bold pattern choice.
Once he's helped ease the buttons from their holes, his fingers tug at the loose ties of Yussa's trousers. He only breaks the kiss for a quick breath, gaze dropping and realizing pretty quick as the ties of the other man's pants start to come apart that he can see skin and no underwear fabric. Another jolt of arousal surges between his legs, open mouth pinker than it was barely a couple of minutes ago with the effort of their kissing.
The soft linen falls away as soon as the ties are free and Yussa feels a wave of goosebumps as the fabric brushes along his legs on its way down.
"It's practical here," he says with a quiet, breathy laugh. "And it is hot where I live."
Yussa's fingers curl around the denim and the softer fabric beneath. He keeps his eyes on Tyler's face as his other hand slides down from the younger man's neck, following the center of his chest and stomach down. He leans up to catch Tyler in another kiss as his hand slips down beneath his boxers without hesitation to see how wet he is.
He almost manages to tell the other man his words are duly noted, especially about the rapidly declining need for underwear, but there are distracting fingers dipping past the elastic of his boxers. His arousal surges aggressively, the hardness of his t-dick pressing needy against Yussa's hand on its search for the hot entrance to his body. Both his hands reach up to rest against the other man's shoulders, fingertips squeezing as though he's trying to steady himself.
"Oh," he murmurs, barely a whisper against the elf's lips as finger tips finally brush against the wetness of his pussy. There's no secret about how turned on Tyler is, how much he's enjoying the other man's attention like this.
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Date: 2024-02-19 09:13 am (UTC)The sex toys draw Tyler's attention too and, while his immediate response is the way his cheeks fire up pink again, there's a very clear mote of curiosity dancing in his eyes as he looks them over.
The strap ons are very eye catching in both color and decoration. Which leads him to assume that they're for him to wear. It's hardly like he's come across a single other transgender person before and so his default mode of operation is generally that he's talking to cis people more often than not.
"Uhm, that's... forward of her." The portrait definitely isn't mixing her actions when it comes to making it clear what she's expecting.
"How do you usually like to... y'know, do this? I don't have a dick, so..."
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Date: 2024-02-19 07:51 pm (UTC)"Neither do I," he says lightly. "So I think we can do whatever we want."
That established, Yussa removes his next layer and tosses it aside. Suddenly he's far more exposed, bare to the waist save for a tightly wrapped bandeau. Tattoos decorate his chest and shoulders, flowing over his back and down his stomach.
"I'm comfortable giving and receiving, in every way you want to take that."
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Date: 2024-02-19 08:08 pm (UTC)Wanting to match their level of undress, he starts to shrug out of his denim jacket and pulls his t-shirt off from over his head, mussing his hair up on the way. The scars from his top surgery are still pink enough to indicate it happened within the past year.
"I've never met another trans person before," he says softly, slightly reverently, and then adds, "...guess I don't know what my preference is outside of I think you're really hot and I want to have sex with you?"
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Date: 2024-02-19 08:37 pm (UTC)"We can figure it out as we go along, how about that?" It seems like the most reasonable way to start given that Tyler is new to this and Yussa most certainly is not. Aware of how people like them can feel about such things, he adds: "There is no part of me you can't touch. But if there are places I should avoid on you, please tell me now."
Yussa doesn't want to have to stop in the middle of something later to check in, though he would if he thought for a moment he felt undue tension. He moves closer again, slipping back into Tyler's space. His touch his light as his hand rests against Tyler's hip, testing the waters.
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Date: 2024-02-19 08:57 pm (UTC)"Can't think of anywhere I don't want you to touch," he breathes out, eyes dipping to the other man's hand and then leans down. Tilting Yussa's chin up, his kiss is hot and messy, his hips pressing forward against Yussa's stomach in blatant need.
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Date: 2024-02-19 09:16 pm (UTC)It might be messy, but the enthusiasm is as effective as skill in this moment. Yussa tries to control it more, but he doesn't pull away or offer actual correction. Instead, his fingers brush along the top hem of Tyler's trousers, intent on finding where they open to get them off. They've established interest, so surely there's no need to delay further. His own are only loosely tied around his waist. Due to the nature of this place, he's foregone anything beneath them.
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Date: 2024-02-19 10:29 pm (UTC)Once he's helped ease the buttons from their holes, his fingers tug at the loose ties of Yussa's trousers. He only breaks the kiss for a quick breath, gaze dropping and realizing pretty quick as the ties of the other man's pants start to come apart that he can see skin and no underwear fabric. Another jolt of arousal surges between his legs, open mouth pinker than it was barely a couple of minutes ago with the effort of their kissing.
"No underwear? Damn. That's hot."
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Date: 2024-02-19 11:10 pm (UTC)"It's practical here," he says with a quiet, breathy laugh. "And it is hot where I live."
Yussa's fingers curl around the denim and the softer fabric beneath. He keeps his eyes on Tyler's face as his other hand slides down from the younger man's neck, following the center of his chest and stomach down. He leans up to catch Tyler in another kiss as his hand slips down beneath his boxers without hesitation to see how wet he is.
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Date: 2024-02-20 03:34 pm (UTC)"Oh," he murmurs, barely a whisper against the elf's lips as finger tips finally brush against the wetness of his pussy. There's no secret about how turned on Tyler is, how much he's enjoying the other man's attention like this.