**Our First Time (Gentle & Sweet)**

I’d known Alex for months—flirting through texts, stolen kisses in the dark, but never anything more. He was a trans guy, confident as hell, with sharp eyes and a cocky grin that made my stomach flip. But tonight? Tonight was different. We’d been drinking cheap wine on his bed, laughing about nothing, when his hand brushed my thigh and stayed there.

“You ever been with a guy like me before?” His voice was low, curious, but not uncertain.

“No,” I admitted, my pulse already speeding up. “But I want you.”

Alex smirked and leaned in, kissing me slow and deep. His tongue slid against mine, tasting like wine and warmth. My hands trembled as I reached for his shirt, tugging it up over his head. His chest was smooth, lean, with scars where his breasts used to be—beautiful in a way that made my chest ache. I traced them with my fingers, then bent to kiss along them, feeling him shiver under my mouth.

“Fuck,” he breathed, tilting his head back. I loved the way his body arched into my touch, the way his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling just enough to make me moan.

He pushed me back onto the bed, straddling my hips, grinding down so I could feel him through his jeans. His cock was hard against my stomach, even through the fabric, and I groaned, grabbing his ass to pull him tighter against me. “God, you feel good.”

Alex laughed, low and rough, and reached for my belt. “You wanna see what you’re working with?”

I nodded, swallowing hard as he unzipped his jeans, peeling them down just enough to free himself. His cock was thick, flushed red at the tip, already leaking a little. I licked my lips, unable to look away.

“You like it?” Alex teased, stroking himself slowly.

“Fuck yes,” I groaned. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around him, squeezing just enough to make him hiss. His hand covered mine, guiding me, showing me how he liked to be touched—firm, but not too fast. I could feel his pulse under my thumb, the way his hips jerked when I rubbed my thumb over the head.

Alex bent down, kissing me again, messy and desperate. “You ever gonna suck me off, or just stare?”

I grinned against his mouth and slid down the bed, settling between his thighs. His cock nudged my lips, and I opened my mouth, letting him push inside, hot and heavy on my tongue. The taste of him—salt and skin—made me groan, and I took him deeper, sucking him slow, savoring the way his breath stuttered.

“Shit, just like that,” Alex gasped, his fingers tightening in my hair. I could feel his thighs trembling, his hips rocking just slightly, careful not to shove too deep.

When I pulled off with a wet pop, Alex hauled me back up, kissing me like he needed it to survive. “I want you inside me,” he panted. “Now.”

I fumbled for the lube in his nightstand—he laughed at my shaking hands—and slicked up my fingers. Alex leaned back on his elbows, watching me with dark eyes as I traced his hole, pressing just the tip of my finger in.

“Fuck,” he hissed, biting his lip. “More.”

I pushed deeper, curling my finger inside him, feeling the tight, hot clench of his body. Alex moaned, head falling back, his cock twitching against his stomach. “Another,” he demanded, and I obeyed, adding a second finger, stretching him slow, careful not to rush.

“You feel so good,” I muttered, watching his face twist in pleasure. “So tight.”

Alex grabbed my wrist, stopping me. “Enough teasing,” he growled, pushing me onto my back. He reached for the lube, stroking it over my cock with a smirk. “You ready?”

I barely had time to nod before he was sinking down onto me, inch by inch, his body swallowing me whole. His hands gripped my chest, fingers digging in as he adjusted, panting through the stretch.

“Jesus, you’re big,” he muttered, but then he rolled his hips, taking me deeper, and the groan that tore out of me was raw, uncontrolled.

Alex started moving, riding me slow, his cock bouncing between us. I grabbed his hips, helping him, but letting him set the pace—gentle, sweet, just the way he wanted it. Every thrust dragged a moan from his lips, every roll of his hips sent fire through my veins.

“You close?” I gasped, feeling my own orgasm building.

Alex nodded, biting his lip. “Fuck me harder,” he begged. “Just a little.”

I gripped his hips tighter and thrust up, driving into him deep. His cock jerked against my stomach, spilling hot between us as he cried out, his body clenching around me. The sensation—tight, pulsing, perfect—was enough to push me over the edge. I came hard, groaning his name, fingers bruising his hips as I filled him.

Alex collapsed onto my chest, both of us panting, sticky and spent. He pressed a lazy kiss to my collarbone, chuckling. “Not bad for your first time.”

I laughed, wrapping my arms around him. “Yeah? You’ll give me another lesson?”

Alex grinned against my skin. “Oh, I’ll give you plenty.”