**Title: The First Time with Mihou**

I never thought I’d end up here—naked, sweating, and pressed against Mihou’s body, our mouths locked in a desperate kiss. They were my friend first, someone I’d known for years, but tonight had changed everything. The way they looked at me across the room at the party, their lips parted just slightly, the hint of something hungry in their eyes—it was enough to make my cock twitch in my jeans.

We barely made it to their apartment before I was all over them, pinning them against the front door, my hands gripping their hips as our tongues slid together. Mihou moaned into my mouth, their fingers tangling in my hair, pulling just hard enough to make me groan. Their body was lean but curvy in all the right places, their skin smooth under my hands.

We broke apart, panting, and Mihou smirked at me before sinking to their knees. My breath hitched as they undid my jeans, tugging them down just enough to free my cock, already hard and leaking. They didn’t hesitate—just wrapped their lips around the head, sucking hard, and I couldn’t help but groan, my fingers tightening in their dark hair. Their tongue swirled around me, wet and hot, and I could feel them hollow their cheeks, taking me deeper until my tip hit the back of their throat.

“Fuck, Mihou—” I gasped, my hips jerking forward on instinct. They pulled off with a wet pop, looking up at me with those dark, teasing eyes.

“You like that?” they murmured, running their tongue along my shaft before pressing a kiss to the base, right above my balls. I could only nod, my throat tight with need.

Then they leaned in, sucking a dark mark onto my inner thigh—a chupão, the kind that would sting tomorrow. I hissed at the sharp pleasure of it, my cock throbbing. “More,” I growled, and Mihou smirked before leaving another mark, higher this time, right where my thigh met my hip.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I dragged them up, kissing them hard as I walked them backward toward the bedroom. Their hands scrambled at my shirt, pulling it off before pushing me onto the bed. They climbed over me, their own clothes discarded now, revealing the smooth curve of their hips, the soft swell of their chest, and between their legs—both.

Mihou was intersex, and I’d never wanted anyone more. I grabbed their thighs, pulling them down until their pussy was grinding against my cock, wet and hot. They moaned, rocking against me, their clit rubbing against my shaft in a way that made them shudder.

But I wanted more.

I flipped us over, pressing Mihou into the mattress, my mouth finding their neck as I kissed and sucked, leaving more chupões down their throat. They arched, whimpering when I bit lightly at their collarbone. “Please,” they gasped, spreading their legs wider.

I didn’t make them wait. I slid a finger into their pussy first, feeling them clench around me, slick and tight. But I knew what they wanted. My other hand trailed lower, teasing their asshole, circling it with my thumb until they were squirming.

“Yes, yes—fuck, just do it,” Mihou begged, gripping the sheets.

I spit into my palm, coating my cock before pressing the head against their hole. They were tight, so fucking tight, but they pushed back against me, taking me inch by inch until I was buried inside them.

“Shit, you feel *good*,” I groaned, my hips snapping forward. Mihou cried out, their back arching as I started to fuck them, deep and slow at first, then harder, faster. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, mixed with Mihou’s high, breathy moans.

I could feel every clench of their body around me, every desperate gasp as they got closer. I reached between us, rubbing their clit in fast circles, and that was all it took—Mihou came with a broken cry, their ass squeezing me so tight I couldn’t hold back.

With a few rough thrusts, I followed them over the edge, my cock pulsing inside them as I spilled deep.

We collapsed together, breathing hard, my forehead pressed against theirs. Mihou grinned, lazily trailing a finger over one of the fresh marks on my chest.

“Fuck,” I muttered, kissing them again. “We’re doing that again tomorrow.”

Mihou laughed, low and satisfied. “I’ll hold you to that.”