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“Would now be a bad time, to tell you I'm in love with you?”
Alex had no idea how long she'd been in the hospital, she hadn't been paying attention beyond wanting to get out, get home, and prove to Morgan just how much she loved them. Over and over.
And now she was out. Clean bill of health. She climbed out of the shower and wrapped a fresh towel around herself, snapping her fingers to make the towel toasty warm like it was just out of the dryer.
“I put out some clothes for you,” Morgan called out from another room. “I thought,” Morgan paused, before continuing, their voice uncertain.”I thought it'd look cute on you”
Alex stared at the outfit laid out on the bed. One of her cute bras, the cappuccino coloured one. A soft t-shirt that had a sweetheart neckline. A circle skirt that came mid-thigh. And a -
Alex picked up the super skimpy g-string (everything else was hers but this was new) and walked into the lounge.
Morgan felt so tense as they waited for Alex. This little fantasy was- they really hoped they weren't taking things too far or assuming too much. The two hadn't talked much on the car ride home, but the flirting while Alex was in hospital had been next level, so Morgan felt like they were on the same page.
Alex strode into the lounge, wearing a towel and holding the g-string Morgan had laid out for her. The towel was short on her (being tall means things are short on ya) and the head of her cock hung below the towel. Morgan tried not to stare at the thick cock as it swung with each step. But that just put their gaze up, on Alex's firm, perky tits.
Morgan squeezed their thighs together, feeling their pussy get wet
“Do you not like the outfit i picked for you?” Morgan asked innocently
“No, no, the outfits cute, I'll put it on in a second,” Alex said reassuringly. “I just wanted to check about the G-string.”
“Yeah?” Morgan asked
“I- well, i dunno if you know about my anatomy, but i don't think this would cover it” Alex blushed at having to explain herself. “So i was wondering if this was a hint you'd prefer if I had a pussy instead of a dick?”
Morgan stared at Alex’s cock head, wishing the towel would slip and more would be revealed
“I definitely know your anatomy” Morgan couldnt keep a straight face as they said this. “You're almost - wait, before i say anything else, just a quick check-in. Are you okay with me talking about your cock? Red, orange, green? Any dysphoria around that? Do you have any preferred terms for it?”
Alex blushed, hard. Years of pining for Morgan, years of being in love and in lust. She'd never thought that one day Morgan would be sitting on the sofa so calmly taking control of the conversation, checking in with her about her dick.
“Well, yeah if its what you -”
“No!” Morgan's voice was firm, and though they were still sitting down looking for the most part casual, suddenly their presence filled the room. They were firm and commanding, and very much In Control of the situation. “I'm not talking about what I want, here. I'm talking about what you want. What you need. You are a girl - very much a woman - so I need to know what your preferences are around your anatomy.” Morgan paused. “I don't want, what I've fantasised about for so long, to hurt you in any way. Because that is not a part of this.”
Alex felt her dick twitch. Morgan In Control like this was fucking hot, and all they were doing was talking, checking in with her comfort levels about a word! Alex never would have thought Morgan could be so… so dominant, just sitting there on the sofa. And Alex had never realized how attractive it was.
Morgan stifled a groan when they saw Alex's cock twitching. Her thickness was starting to fill in, but until they had Alex's consent to get horny over her cock, they would not. No matter how turned on they were by the way Alex's cock was throbbing under that too short towel
“Um, yeah you can talk about my dick,” Alex tried to remember Morgan’s original questions. “Green. And i don't have dysphoria about it - I can have whatever i want down there, so since I got my powers I haven't really felt any kind of way. I'm a lesbian, and quite often I'm dating women who want me to have a pussy so that's what I have. But this is the dick I was born with, and when I'm single this is how my body is.”
“So do you prefer to call it a dick?” Morgan asked, curious. “Or are you okay with me calling it your cock?”
“I've never really called it that” Alex felt her pulse jump as Morgan called it a cock. “Cock feels like such a dirty word.”
“Awww, Alex, honey” Morgan tried not to laugh. “You're the worlds most powerful supervillain, and a serial mass murderer. But you're scared to call your cock, a cock?”
Morgan didn't miss the way Alex's cock twitched every time they called it a cock. Like, the word was magic.
“I-” Alex blushed, that smirk on Morgan's face as they tried not to laugh at her was really making her feel some kind of way. Being gently mocked by a very In Control Morgan, while they called her dick a Cock like it was a magic word, was fast becoming the most erotic thing that had ever happened to her. She wanted to reach down and stroke herself. She wanted to tuck her dick - her cock - between her legs so that Morgan wouldn't see how horny this conversation was making her. She felt so not-in-control, it wasn't something she usually ever felt, and it felt so good.
she wanted to ask Morgan for permission to stroke her own cock
“Alex?”
“You can call it a cock,” Alex said in a rush, feeling her cock twitch hard as she said it. “You can call my cock, a cock” Her voice was breathy
“Good girl,” Morgan said, and took a moment to just stare lustfully at Alex's cock. Alex was more than an arms length away, so Morgan couldn't reach out and touch, but her cock was getting longer and thicker with all the attention. And when Alex had decided to let her cock be called a Cock, it had bobbed up and down, lifting up the towel with the force of its movement. “God your cock is so fucken beautiful”
“Oh-” Alex's hand balled into a fist. She wanted to stroke her beautiful cock, but the urge to ask Morgan for permission to touch her own cock was so strong (and so new). She wasn't quite sure what was happening, but she wanted to see what Morgan's plan was.
“Okay, so, the g-string,” Morgan tried to get back on track. They moved their gaze back up so Alex's cock couldnt steal their attention again - even though that thick beast twitched even when Morgan thought the word ‘cock’ as if it could read their mind. “I definitely know that you've got a nice big cock, I've seen you in varying stages of undress around the apartment, and sometimes you wear grey sweatpants and oh my god the outline of your cock has kept me up at night. Your body is incredibly sexy, your tits are so juicy and your cock is - oh god you're the whole package. And i get really turned on by the thought of you wearing a skirt, and a skimpy g string, and your cock is just bursting out. And you're maybe a bit embarrassed that you cant control your big naughty cock, and i can tease you about that, and when you get turned on I'll be able to see that huge tent in your skirt, and when you walk around your cock will be just freely hanging between your legs, swinging around -”
Morgan paused to fan themselves gently “Damn, I'm so turned on just talking about it. Well, anyway, thats my fantasy. If you're not keen thats alright.”
“I'll be right back!”