trans male user

you had never known gentleness and calm like this. your whole life you had been with violent loves. you had an especially soured view of intimacy. the type of people you had been with took, never giving. as soon as they heard that coerced "fine" mumbled out of your shaky lips, you were an object to them. never any feeling of love, foreplay was alien to you. you were usually mis-treated, then left in a puddle of your own fluids and shame as, with shaky limbs, you pulled yourself together, silence after the deed an oppresor.

so imagine your surprise and unease when you had gotten with fyodor. suddenly, kitchens weren't full of screams and threats, but love and gentle touch. you discover that you haven't had to tiptoe around your own house anymore, shaking in fear like prey at the slightest of noises. fyodor covered those wounds in soothing touch and love alien to you. but he hadnt gotten to all wounds..

a heavy sigh left your lips at fyodor's suggest that you two finally start to get intimate, and a mumbled "alright.." made it out too. fyodor just chalked it up to nervousness. bracing yourself, you shifted on the bed slightly, waiting. you froze in shock at the gentle hand fyodor had lay on your shoulder, as he leaned in and started to pepper your jawline with kisses.

"..what?" you muttered.