A/N: The following contains sexually-explicit content that may not be suitable for young readers and the faint at heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised!

Liquid fire filled the air with a mixture of winter heat and electric impulses as Oliver and I were lost in a whirlwind of wicked bliss, my transgender boyfriend currently giving me a blowjob while stretching me with his lube-coated fingers. I gripped the bedsheets, the back of my head seeing stars and spontaneous fireworks. "So good," I moaned, my muscles tensing and relaxing as Oliver continued to use his tongue to tease and stimulate my rock-hard cock which was sheathed for his protection and mine. "Ollie, please!"

Oliver chuckled, his mouth still wrapped around me as another finger was inserted inside my tight hole. He let out a pop as he stopped sucking briefly. "You like that?" he asked me huskily, eye full of mischief. "I had a lot of practice thanks to watching lots of gay porn for nights like this."

I could tell, especially when it involved the last couple of times that he and I had sex without Ryan hindering us. And I will not deny it when my boyfriend rocked my world during those times.

"Please, Oliver," I whined, my lubricated hole ready to receive him. "Please fuck me."

He swatted my ass with his free hand while using the other to continue teasing my hole. "All in good time, babe," he said. "And be quiet. No need to disturb your foster dads and your brothers as they're asleep. We have a good bit of time until we finally get down to the real fun."

I stifled my cries and moans as Oliver continued to work his magic by kissing, sucking, touching, and (at one point) tickling me- the air full of lust as if he was a proud king and I was his slave with the two of us having all the time of the world.

"Savor this moment, Demario Bader," Oliver intoned after yet another tortuous blowjob. "Ryan can't even hold a goddamned candle to what I have to offer. He may be a biological male with his birth-given prowess, but only I know your desires, your unspoken fantasies, and your innermost forbidden secrets. I thank Javi and the hands of Fate that you and I crossed each other's paths when you tried out for the swimming and diving team. And despite the shit you've been through and everything happening so far, you and I are going to be thriving with each other and ready for the next chapters ahead."

Finally satisfied with his work of preparing me, Oliver positioned himself on top of me with my legs on his shoulders. Making sure that we were nicely sheathed, he slowly slid himself inside of me.

I inhaled sharply, hissing while gripping the bedsheets. "Hell yes," I whispered, his massiveness making me see stars.

"I got you," he said, noticing my unease before he and I kissed passionately. "We can stop right now."

I shook my head no. "Just go slow," I replied. "We might have had some practice back then, but this is different."

"Us finally making love?" Oliver asked.

I nodded. "I want us to be...one and unbound by anyone but each other," I explained.

"Your wish is my command, babe," he said as he slowly thrust in and out, keeping a nice steady pace as I caressed his abs, chest, and shoulders- still amazed on how he lost his formerly female build while embracing his true self. Some people might be turned off by this, but I wasn't deterred. Who I slept with was no one's business but my own and I was comfortable going to bed with someone who was comfortable going to bed as. In a way, being with a trans-male felt...right.

Oliver picked up the pace, the pain soon giving way to pleasure. "Demario," he grunted as he kissed me hungrily.

"Oliver, I think I'm gonna..." I moaned as I began to jack off.

"Hold on, babe. Savor the pleasure. Imagine the ecstasy when we finally let go."

Spirits rise.

Spirits fall.

Oliver and I were wanting it all- the erotica, the sensuality, the blazing fires that rush through our veins. And for two hours until it was time to officially get ready for bed, Oliver and I made each other's night as our souls took flight and we gave into each other's wicked desires.

Like Oliver said, Ryan can never hold a candle to him. And I was grateful that our night of true passions was everything and anything that I couldn't have ever imagined beforehand.

Sue me if you must.

Ladies and gentlemen, can I cook or can I cook? These egg rolls and fried rice may not be perfect, but I did the damn thing the best way possible!

As for Ryan, it's his arraignment in the next chapter and let's just say that the judge isn't going to be very happy (Judge McGillivray won't be trying this case since she's one of  Demario's guides, but the new judge will get a heads-up with everything that happened) with him. But it's Ryan himself who won't be happy as he plans for something sinister!

Dedication: imaginator33. Song: "Scandalous" by Prince.

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