(( Idk if some of y'all are gonna be offended by this but it was made with no intention to be offensive. I just think it's good to celebrate people of all backgrounds. Plus positive trans recognition in a (hopefully) non-transphobic way ay ay ))

Scott's whole body trembled and shuddered like a caged bird under Vincent's fingers. Vincent was lost in his skin, his scent, his everything. They were entwined together on the couch where it had all began: one soft kiss had melted into another, and then that soft kiss had melted into a slightly less soft one, and then a tumble of firmer kisses and parting lips and rough sounds and they were making out. He didn't dare to open his eyes as one of his hands brushed Scott's cheek, his mind overrun by craving. Craving for Scott, craving for every last drop of him.

 They'd never been this far before. Vincent hadn't been pushing it. He'd tried to take it slow because he knew it wasn't something Scott'd done before, but now it was Scott's chest that arched up to meet Vincent's, and Scott who broke this kiss, muttering, "Vincent... I want... so badly... but I've never... oh, please..."

 Vincent was too intoxicated to even reply. Scott's voice, so breathless and desperate, the lust that he himself was feeling echoed back on Scott's breath. His hand stroked down Scott's side slowly, taking his time to enjoy every curve, every rise and fall of Scott's chest, every little flaw. He'd never seen Scott unclothed before, not even shirtless, and he'd been waiting so long to be able to finally explore it all, claim it all - and to have Scott do the same to him. 

He thought about pulling off Scott's shirt for a moment... but he'd always been so self conscious about his chest, not even taking off his swimshirt to go swimming, and Vincent didn't want to scare him away. Plus, his own pants were painfully tight, and he could only imagine how Scott's skinny jeans were. It would be much more comfortable to be in boxers, where they could look at each other and work it all out. 

He kissed along the corner of Scott's mouth, his hand hovering over his thigh for a moment before sliding onto the front of Scott's jeans.

Scott's hand snapped around Vincent's wrist instantly, half-pushing him away. "Wait," he commanded, and his eyes were wide and scared. 

Vincent leaned back, off of Scott, to sit on his haunches. He glanced concernedly at Scott, and then down at his hand. Gently, he pulled it back towards himself, easing it out of Scott's grip. Scott wasn't hard. Vincent wondered if it was because of his nerves, or because he had trouble, y'know... getting things moving. His eyes flicked to Scott's again. 

Scott was breathing hard. His eyes were pleading, filled with fear and Vincent realised he was waiting for him to say something. Anything.

Vincent smiled in a way he hoped was comforting and reached forward, scooping Scott's hand in his own, "Honey," he purred, Scott's fingers trembling in his grip, "I know it's scary, but I'm not going to hurt you. We can go as slowly as you want. And if you're not feeling up to it..." he glanced downwards for emphasis, and then back up, "We can try some other time, okay?" 

Scott's eyebrows furrowed together. He squinted at Vincent a little and then shook his head, ever so slightly, "No... You don't understand. Vincent, I'm-" he cut himself off, looking quite as though he was being choked. "I'm... I was... I was designated female at birth. Vincent, I'm... transgender." 

Vincent's smile faded. His eyes slowly widened. Oh my God. He didn't know what to say. His world was spinning. He'd never thought... why had Scott never... what did that mean for their relationship? 

Scott's eyes were shining when he spoke again, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You're angry, of course you are. I should have told you sooner, before you got all involved with me, it's just..." He sobbed, breaking into tears, "I'm so, so, so in love with you, and I am so, so, so scared... of losing you..." 

"I..." Vincent swallowed, "What... I... I've never... really... I've never dated a... trans man before." He frowned slightly, "But you don't... I mean, I've never..." he tried to choose his words carefully but they ended up blurting out anyway, "Do you wear a binder, or...?" 

Scott sniffled and shook his head. He reached down to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. His chest and stomach looked masculine enough. Vincent noticed two long, curved scars just under his nipples. He leaned forward and let his fingers trace over them, "You had surgery?" 

Scott nodded, "At sixteen. My parents knew. They were okay with it." He looked up and met Vincent's eyes, reaching up with one hand to cup the side of his face, "Hey. Vincent, it's okay. I always knew this was going to happen. I was trying to put it off, but... I couldn't just keep fooling you forever. It was unfair," The tears were rolling again, silently pouring down his face. "You can't be expected to just deal with the shock. I'll move on. I'll find... I'll find s-someone..." he couldn't finish the sentence, instead bowing his head as his shoulders shook.

"Scott..." Vincent pressed his hand against the one Scott was cupping against his cheek. The other hand went forward to cup Scott's face in the same way. "Listen to me, Scott. There's a lot of things I don't know. If this is going to change us. How I'm going to deal with the shock. What I can do to support you as best as I can..." his lips tugged into a shaky, uncertain smile, "But there are two things I do know, and that's that I love you so, so, so much, too, and that I will never, ever, ever let you go." 

Scott's head snapped up, he gasped. Then his eyebrows raised over his wide eyes and he launched himself into Vincent's arms. "Oh my God. Oh my God, you... you... still love me?" 

Vincent pulled him tight, closing his arms and holding him like he would never let go again, "Scott, you're going to have to teach me a lot of things. How to help you, what further treatment you need to finish transitioning, who you've come out to... but no matter what you tell me... I will always love my man."