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“You said you’ve never seen someone muff themselves, right?” I remembered to ask.

It wasn’t relevant, and it didn’t change anything, but a part of me demanded to know, to confirm. That part rejoiced in the knowledge that I could be their first one, to give them one experience they hadn’t gotten from anyone else.

In a way, it felt like balancing the scales.

Claude shook their head. “I’ve just read about it.”

I nodded. “I know it’s different for other women, but for me, it’s mostly about comfort, and… gender euphoria, I guess. I think of my inguinal canals as my cunts, so it’s like… I’m fucking my cunt, because I have one.”

“That makes sense.” Claude nodded. Something crossed through their face, but it was too quick for me to catch it, and I was too stimulated by everything else going on to stop and analyze it. “Can you come just from it?”

“Yeah.” My hips lifted off the sheets in response. I’d try to act more rational and less like I was a touch starved nymph, but Claude would’ve said something already if they cared about such things. It would take too much effort, anyway. “Well, I come my way. Same as I get hard my way.”

“That’s hot,” Claude offered before doubt could seep in. “It’s just using your fingers, right?”

“I think some people train themselves for more, but… yeah.” I swallowed. I could hear my heart thumping against my ribcage. “I can’t do both at the same time, either. Well, I can, but it feels better to just focus on one.”

Claude wasn’t the first person I’d talked through something during sex. It felt like it, though. They were the first person who listened raptly, as if they had to absorb every piece of information. They weren’t missing a thing.

“You look so hot,” I breathed out the words, losing some of the self-awareness that sometimes kept me from saying them out loud.

Claude chuckled. “I do, huh?”

“Yeah.” I swallowed down the knot building in my throat. “I wanna fuck myself for you so bad. I want you so bad, too, and….”

I groaned.

My hand found the head of my clit, my fingers wrapping around it. I didn’t want to make myself come this fast, but the pressure kept building, and I didn’t know what else to do when every cell in my body was screaming for touch, and pleasure, and…. More.

I needed more.

“You can have me.” Claude’s words came out slow, calculated.

It made me frown, but it was hazy enough that I didn’t do or say anything. One second and some rustling later, their body was covering mine, not touching but almost. It sent a shiver down my spine. I struggled to meet their gaze, but I did regardless.

Their tongue teased my lips when I didn’t lean forward to meet them right away. I moaned. I didn’t have the words to call them off for being too impatient. Non-verbal sounds would have to do.

Claude just chuckled. But then they were kissing me, so it was okay.

The hand that wasn’t playing with my clit moved to their hip. I didn’t use pressure, but I still held them there. Claude sighed into the kiss, their lips ghosting over my mouth before darting down my jaw.

My neck.

My bare shoulders.

“I think there’s a bit of a pleasure Domm in me,” they murmured.

The term sounded mildly familiar. I didn’t care enough to ask at this very moment. Pleasure anything sounded good to me.

“Good,” I breathed.

“You’d think so, huh.”

I didn’t care that they were clearly teasing. I cared about the way they were quick to drive me wild with their mouth. That was about it.

“Didn’t you want me to…?”

“Right, because I’m the one who begged to get off track.” Claude smacked their lips together. “How do you feel about nipple clamps?”