Sleeping Bears
Erotic short. A sleeping mobster rolls over and makes use of the trans man beside him.
Rated E, 2k, cis M/trans M. A continuation of Financial Security and Contract.
Somnophilia, raw sex and creampies, size difference, vaginal sex, D/s, some breeding kink.
When Danny woke up it was still pitch-black outside, the snowy Boston morning still utterly devoid of morning light. The only light in the room came from under the door in the hallway, and as he came slowly to awareness, he took a log of that — there were quiet footsteps in the hallway and the regular creaking sounds of some stairs in use; on far closer ground, he catalogued the expensive silky sheets he was laid on, a heavy duvet and a heavy man both behind him and pinning him down to the bed.
Arne Seven.
It was Arne Seven behind him, his heavy gut so warm against Danny’s back that Danny felt like melting into it, his white-furred tits against Danny’s shoulders, one of his huge, muscular arms banded around Danny’s chest. Danny could smell him, smell the ghost of his cologne even though he’d mostly washed it off last night.
He thought about everything he’d ever heard about Arne Seven, all the rumours of the people he’d had killed, the businesses he’d had fucking menaced, cops that…
