SUN & RAIN
Pairing: TOP from Big Bang & his younger, FTM transgender lover (a man born with a female body).
Rating: NC-17 (oral sex, vaginal sex, squirting~, cussing)
Cautions: The word "p*ssy" is used in this story.
THIS STORY IS FICTION.
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The rain was beating on the windows, raindrops sliding down the tall, smooth glass. The only light coming in the room came from the windows. It was a greyish, blue light which made the white furniture softer and all other colors muted. It was relaxing to me, with the occasional thunderbolt clashing through the sky.
Magazines on the coffee table and a vase of white daisies... TOP always liked to have flowers in the apartment. I suppose that's something most wouldn't expect of him, but it didn't surprise me. I knew about his sensitive side; the one he kept hidden from public view.
I sensed his warm heart as soon as it came through the door. No lights were turned on, but I felt as if everything brightened slightly as he locked the apartment door behind him.
I heard him place his shoes on the floor, then walk with sock-padded steps across the chocolate color hardwood floor. I heard him come to the couch where I lay, crouching down to my eye level near the cushion.
"Do you feel okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just enjoying the rain."
He sat down on the floor, forearm placed on the couch near me, and looked out the window.
"It's been a long time since we had any rain." He remarked.
"Not any longer than usual, probably."
The raindrops, backlit by evening sun, created small, dark, tear-shaped shadows everywhere as they slid down the glass. As I looked at those shadows cast on his pale skin, I would've swore that I fell in love with him all over again.
"I love you."
I said the words absently; a slip of emotion not usually made.
Not expecting to hear such an affirmation right then, he looked at me with questioning eyes, wondering what had made me say those words.
"I love you too." he stated.
I sat up on one elbow, freeing my other arm from the white throw blanket. Placing that hand on the back of his neck, I pulled his lips to mine.
As he relaxed into the kiss, tilting his head back, our tongues met in his mouth. Feeling his touch emerge on the back of my neck, I couldn't help but release a small whimper into his mouth. As my mind blurred with emotion and sensation, I pulled away from the kiss, trying to catch my breath.
I felt my hand slide away from him as he stood up enough to sit on the edge of the couch. As he pulled me into another passionate kiss, hands down my back, my hunger for him grew. When he felt my hands creeping down his torso, fingertips behind his belt, he pulled away from the kiss.
"What are you doing?" he asked, short of breath.
"I want to make you come." I said, pulling loose his belt and tossing it to the floor behind me without looking.
"Oh, Jesus." he breathed out.
You see, he always made sure I was pleasured; always made me come first. It was more rare for me to focus solely on pleasuring him.
As I pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees, I saw that he was already nearly half hard. Taking his cock into my mouth, I heard him gasp and felt his hands move into my hair.
Within minutes, he was warning me that he was about to come and couldn't hold back. Instead of pulling away like I always did, which he expected, I kept going until he was making shallow thrusts into my mouth, moaning out my name, and spurting his hot come down my throat. I did my best to swallow all of it, but having never done that before, some did escape. Nothing a swipe with the back of my hand couldn't fix.
As I pulled away from his cock and moved up his body, hands feeling his sides, I felt him quivering beneath me. The sense of power and pride I felt was unimaginable. Right then, I felt as if I'd made a god come.
When he finally opened his eyes, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a kiss once more. As he pulled away, eyes still closed and tongue licking his lips, he spoke with lust-laden words.
"Oh man, I can taste myself in you."
I gave a small smile before he moved from the couch and onto his knees in front of me, pulling off my t-shirt. Pushing him away from me slightly, I fought to remove his dress shirt. Then, I nudged him onto the white faux-fur rug and pulled off his pants completely. Soon, he was pushing me over, snatching off my belt and jeans between kisses and licks on my body.
I was about to pull his body on top of mine before he stood up, grabbing my hand.
"Not here. Bedroom."
There was no romantic stumbling in each others' arms. As he held tightly to my hand, we rushed several feet to the small bedroom. Once there, he pulled back the cover to reveal creme sheets. Grabbing the towels from within the nightstand, he put them on the bed, ultimately eight layers deep, before sitting down. I practically jumped in next to him.
We were on each other in a minute, discarding socks before he snatched off my underwear. I spread my legs for him, mentally begging him to get me off. Our bodies touching, feet off the edge of the bed, his lips in my neck, and his hand on my pussy.
"I love you... I love you." he said, before sucking on his fingers and entering me.
As I moaned into his ear and felt my hand slap his damp back, I knew this evening was going to be memorable.
"TOP... Ungh." I eked out, moans constrained.
"Mmm, don't hold back baby." he said, words almost dripping, as if he could come himself.
As I writhed against him, clinging for dear life, I soon came all over us, cum squirting everywhere, dripping off my thighs.
"Yes, yes! Oh baby!" I heard him exclaim as I moaned my heart out.
He kept stroking me through the orgasm, dragging it out and making me totally crazy. As the darkness spread behind my eyeballs, I was aware of almost nothing but pure pleasure. I felt as if my body was floating in space.
When I finally came down from my high, my body relaxed into the mattress and my arms slid away from him. Breathing deeply, I opened my eyes to see TOP beside me, wiping drops of my cum from his chest.
I covered my mouth with my hand.
"Oh geez, I'm so sorry." I said, eyes wide, "That's terrible. I don't know what's happened lately, I just can't--"
"Shh!" he sharply hissed, donning a dirty grin. "Don't worry... it's hot."
I couldn't help but let out a low chuckle. And honestly, I didn't know what had happened. Lately, my copious amounts of cum had turned into what felt like cupfuls.
I felt vulnerable and exposed on the bed as he sat up, reaching into the nightstand drawer for a condom. As he unfurled it down his flagpole, I reached out a hand, feeling the strong spine beneath his skin.
"Shit, baby." he said, feeling my touch and biting his lip.
Laying on his back, he gestured for me to get on top. I obeyed, reaching down to get his hard cock inside me. Just the sensation of him filling me was enough to make me cum. I moaned loudly, desperately, but held back.
As our bodies rhythmically moved towards and away from one another, my thighs began to shake with resistance and my pussy tightened around his dick. I moaned his name over and over like a mantra, hands on his ribs.
When he spoke to me, I couldn't hold back any longer.
"Come baby, please!"
Shaking like a leaf, my body weaved snake-like above him as I floated in nothingness, moaning my pleasure. I heard him moan curtly as he felt the sensations of my orgasm around his dick and my cum dripping off his balls. As he pulled me forward, against his chest and off his dick, I wrapped my arms around to grab his shoulders from behind.
Rolling me onto my back, he pulled away for a moment, just looking. Then, he buried his face into my neck.
"You're so fuckin' hot." he said in my ear.
"To hear you tell it." I quipped breathlessly.
With a hand on the back of my thigh, he easily pulled up one of my legs. As he re-entered me, I gasped at the feeling. He started out slow, knowing that going too fast would make me cum right away. However, he had soon sped up and was making me feel helpless at the hands of pleasure.
Gripping onto his back, I fought the growing urges to pull his hair or scratch him with my short nails.
My moans had become interlaced with a mixture of profanity, calling out to God, and chanting his name.
"You sexy mother fucker, goddammit! Yes!"
With his deep voice, he just moaned in response --- and pounded into me deeper. Before long, I knew I couldn't hold out much longer.
"I'm gonna... cum." I managed to get out between moans.
"Me... too."
The pace was feverish as we moaned vibrantly, getting lost in ecstacy. When he came inside me, I squirted everywhere, our bodies moving arrhythmically through our orgasms as we each sought our end in the nothingness.
This time, however, I was not alone in that space. I felt his presence there with me as I floated in the darkness of one of my longest orgasms.
When finally I came down from my high, we were holding awkwardly to each other, occasionally twitching as the endorphins coarsed through our systems. We just lay together like that for a while, stunned and content.
After a couple minutes, he finally pulled out, tossing the condom into the wastebasket near the bed. He used the dry portions of the towel to dry me off, then himself, before putting the wet towels in the bathroom to dry.
When he finally returned, he switched on the fan on before flopping into bed next to me. I immediately curled against him like the missing half of a yin-yang painting.
"That was so good." he breathed out, hand softly brushing along my back.
"I know. You were great." I said, feeling the hair running up to his navel.
"So were you, though."
"Thanks." I smirked and looked up for him to give me a small kiss on the lips.
A few moments later as I was drifting off, I heard him whisper.
"I Love you."
"I Love you too."
Soon we were asleep, laying naked in the middle of the bed on those creme sheets with a breeze blowing softly by. All the while, the sun shone gently upon us as the rain continued to make small grey tracings over our bodies.
It was definitely an evening to remember... an evening of pure love.
A song for the credits:
Click to viewA/N: I hope that you enjoyed this story. At first, it was written only for myself. However, I began to feel that it deserved to be shared and proceeded to modify it for an audience other than myself. I analyzed every word, trying to make sure that every moment was carefully conveyed. I hope that you liked it as much as I do. Thank you for reading. :-)