The Power Dynamic

The Switch Dynamic

I brought my hands to the curve of his hips. "Tell me, Danny."

"Suck my dick, Cyrus." His words lacked conviction but it was an order nonetheless.

I put my fingers around his cock, the pink cream button in his muff. It was then I realized I wasn't sure how to please Danny like this. He liked it when I circled his cock with my fingers. He liked to be fucked. Did he like to be sucked like a bigger dick? Or licked like a clit? Both or neither? His pussy was wet as I felt his folds with my fingers. How did I ask him how he liked oral sex?

His face was submissive again as he gazed down at me.

I found the words I was looking for, "How would you like me to suck you off, baby?"

His brow furrowed. Then realization hit him. "You've never blown a trans man, have you, Cyrus?"

I shook my head.

"I like being licked and sucked, daddy. I touch myself like this." His hand crept down to curl two fingers around his dick. He rubbed the underside of his dick with the tips of those two fingers in quick, rough motions. "I normally use a lot of lube or my own fluids to make my cock wet."

Oh, that's hot. I asked him as I watched, "Can I lick and tongue your pussy?"

"Yes." He paused, unsure again. "I don't actually call it a pussy usually."

Oh, shit. I should have asked.

He saw my face and said, "It was fine in scene. I don't get weird feelings about it.."

But we weren't in a scene right now. "What would you like me to call this part of you then, Danny?"

"Usually I just call it another hole. But It's kinda hot when you call it a pussy, Cyrus. It gives me Subby feelings instead of femme feelings when you say it." He bit his lip, cheeks still red.

How interesting.

"Sorry it's so complicated." He wouldn't look at me.

"Don't apologize, Danny. It's your body. I just want to make you feel good, feel safe with me." I explained to him. I paused before saying, "Would you like it if I licked your pussy, Danny? Was saying that okay?"

He got an appreciative look on his face. "Yes, Cyrus. Please lick me."

Oh fuck, I thought he'd never ask.

I made sure Danny was watching. Then I stuck my tongue in his pussy. His moan echoed in my bathroom. God, he was sweet. He tasted so fucking good. His rosy pink lips were still swollen and wet, glazed in his sweetness. I swirled my tongue in his hot wet hole, hoping he could feel my tongue in his depths as he arched above me. My hands on his hips kept him on his heel as I tongue fucked him. I didn't stop, sliding my tongue in and out of him like I wanted my cock to. I lapped up every drop of his precum I could taste. I couldn't get enough of him.

I paused long enough to tell him, "Oh baby, you taste so good."

He was gripping the wall behind him, staring down at me with his face pinched in pleasure. "Daddy-"

I sensed that he needed the safety of the dynamic between us so I gave him just that. "A good boy praises his daddy when it feels good, baby."

His lips parted, the words calling to the submissive in him. "Please lick me more daddy."

So I did. I licked his sweet little pussy until he was dripping down my tongue.

He cried out with my tongue buried deep, "Daddy, daddy it feels so good when you lick my pussy."

His words went to my nuts. I had been suppressing my need to fuck him all week and I was losing. No. No. This time he would cum only. Besides, I wanted him tied up when I felt his pussy around my dick again.

I lapped at those swollen pink lips, with those fine brown curls until his toes curled, until he begged, "Please daddy please. Suck my cock."

Fuck, I loved him whining and begging. I slid my tongue up his folds before pulling away. My chin and nose were glazed with his arousal as I found his eyes. He was properly blushing and hazy eyed as I lowered my voice, "Weren't you going to mouthfuck me, baby?"

He hitched in a breath. There was something empowering about Domming from the bottom.

His hand tentatively touched my head, his fingers winding through my greying strands. No amount of hair dye could stop the patches of white at my temples I had learned to accept. His grip pulled on the gelled hair on the crown of my head, not nearly enough to bother me.

There was a glimmer of deviance in his eyes, "You must like it rough, daddy."

Only when giving. Maybe when ridden. And definitely face level with Danny's dick. I cooed, "Please, Danny."

He pushed my face into his cock and melted when I put my tongue around him. I started slow, easy strokes on that cockhead. He shivered and moaned in time with my tongue sliding along him. His hand forced my face into him, his curls tickling my nose. I loved how vocal and sensitive he was, giving me encouragement with every noise he made. I explored every inch of his dick with my tongue, listening as I licked for all the spots that made his voice pitch higher. Underneath. That was it. His moans grew shrill the moment my tongue flicked along the bottom of his dick.

He said between moans, "Yes, daddy. Just like that."

I wondered if I could make him cum like this. God I wanted to make him cum like this.

I started licking with fervor, digging my fingers into the flesh of his ass. His voice echoed out of his open mouth before bouncing off the stone walls of my bathroom. I gave my tongue breaks by sucking that nub into my mouth, producing a whole new sound from his lips. His hands kept my head in place as his toes curled behind my back.

"Oh god yes daddy yes. That feels so good daddy. Just like that." He was rambling.

I stopped long enough to say, "Mouthfuck me baby."

He started bucking his hips against my tongue with his hands holding me tight. I licked and sucked until he was begging again.

He looked down at me with a face pinched in the need to cum. "Look at me, daddy."

I brought my gaze up to his.

"Oh god, you are so fucking sexy, daddy. Just like this, between your baby's legs." He cooed at me.

I pulled off him to say, "You should take a picture baby. It turns me on to think of you touching yourself looking at it."

"Fuck, daddy." He fumbled out his phone and pointed it downward. I put my tongue back on his dick, looking up at him as I gave him slow long licks. He shuddered at the feel of my tongue up his dick, desperately trying to focus on taking the picture.

I heard the snap of the camera and picked up my licking again. He almost dropped the phone as I brought him to the edge of his orgasm. I sucked him as I pressed my fingertips into his skin. The phone clattered on the floor as he gripped my hair again.

He rode my face as he chanted, "Fuck daddy fuck. So close, so close, Daddy please."

"Cum on my face, baby." I ordered him.

I didn't stop until he came, even as my knees started to ache. And when he came, it was glorious.

He fucking screamed in my bathroom as he came on my face. His pussy spasmed and his cock twitched as he belted his climax into the small room. His toes curled and his back bent. Shudders and bumps skittered across his skin. His whole body clenched above me as I held him steady. I licked him from my lips as he slowly came down from his orgasm. He sucked in hard breaths as he clung to me, slumping against the wall.

I creaked as I stood, reminding me of my age. He immediately leaned into me, overwhelmed and still panting. I wrapped my arms around him as I wiped his arousal from my face.

I buried my nose into his damp curls atop his head until I realized he was sobbing. Then I gathered him closer and rubbed his back with my palm. I hoped it was because it was a good orgasm. He wept against my shirt, my chest, holding me with his fists.

I murmured gently, "It's okay baby. Let it out."

Aftercare was just as important with normal sex as it was with kink.