They both realized the effect it was having on Tate and for a moment, Quinn ceased her grinding.

 

“This okay?” she asked looking down and then back up at Tate.

 

They looked back at her. Tate felt an exhilaration unlike any they’d ever felt before. They felt focused and full of lightning-like energy.

 

“Better than okay,” Tate said as he leaned Quinn back so that he could bring his mouth to one of her pert breasts.

 

“Oh fuck!” Quinn’s arms shout out to her sides to keep her stable as Tate began to suck.

 

Tate’s tongue flicked back and forth, and Quinn returned to her grinding, finding it the only vector she had for releasing the energy building up inside of her.

 

Tate varied the pace every so often, letting things slow down before ramping them back up. They did their best to give an even spread between both of Quinn’s perfect tits.

 

When Tate retreated, Quinn rested her head on Tate’s shoulder to catch her breath.

 

“Well, you certainly liked that.”

 

“Yeah,” was all Quinn had the breath to say.

 

“You didn’t cum did you?” Tate was truthfully unsure of how anything worked anymore. The newness of their transitions had done away with much of the understanding they’d had of bodies.

 

“No.” Tate deflated just a little, “But that’s not a bad thing,” Quinn said as she met Tate’s eyes. Instantly he felt better. He was honestly shocked that she’d even been that close after only above-the-belt action. Quinn’s eyes conveyed just how much she appreciated Tate’s courage.

 

“I’ve…” Quinn sucked in another breath, “Really been slacking tonight.”

 

“Well,” Tate smiled as he again broke out his gravely baritone, “Anything for you dear.”

 

Quinn blinked slowly. “You might be the sexiest motherfucker on the entire goddamn planet, you know that.”

 

Tate’s chest swelled with pride. He’d heard some iteration of that statement before, but it had never rung as true in his ears as it did now.

 

They opened their mouth to reply but had no words to encapsulate how they felt.

 

Quinn’s exhausted smile curled into one of cunning. She leaned in to kiss him slowly before pulling herself off of Tate’s lap and up onto her knees. That smile only grew as she began to roll the waistband of her sweats down over her hips. She did it at a snail's pace, teasing every reaction out of her partner that she could.

 

She grabbed his hands, placing them on her hips as her sweats and underwear were pulled down to her knees.

 

Tate had never seen such confidence and grace in her before. The gangly too-skinny girl had become a beautifully realized woman and that made Tate appreciate everything he had never been. All that Tate had rejected about himself, Quinn was in love with. She flaunted and cherished her body and that made Tate so impossibly happy.

 

As Quinn rolled onto her side to kick off the unneeded sweats, Tate turned too. He pinned her up against the back of the couch. The lighting inside of him lent speed and ferocity to his movements. Quinn ate it up.

 

Tate’s hands moved lower and lower, finally brushing up against the crease where Quinn’s thighs met her hips. The feeling of pressing down on her sparked more electricity. It was Tate’s turn to let out a breathy sigh as he gripped down and pressed against Quinn’s lips.

 

He broke their kiss briefly to step back and take in his goddess of a girlfriend.

 

“What?” she asked, at first worried she’d done something wrong.

 

“I’m so happy you let me see you.” Tate’s expression was so endearing that Quinn started to tear up.

 

Never in her life had she envisioned that someone might look at her the way Tate was now.

 

Quinn wiped a tear as it rolled down her cheek.

 

“Oh shit. I’m so sorry, I didn’t–”

 

“It’s okay,” Quinn said laughing. Anywhere else with anyone else, she might’ve felt exposed or self-conscious. But with Tate, she felt beautiful. “I’m happy too,” she said as she wiped away another tear.

 

Tate knelt down on the floor so that the couple was eye to eye. Quinn threw herself forward, hugging them tightly. They stayed like that for a full minute before parting.

 

“I guess I kind of killed the mood, huh.” Tate scratched the back of his neck, elbow in the air. Quinn couldn’t help but draw comparisons to her first anime crush. She rolled her eyes.

 

“Only if you’re no longer feeling it.”

 

Tate raised an eyebrow.

 

“I for one, am still very…” Quinn pushed off of the couch and onto the floor, resting on her knees. “Very…” She unbuttoned and unzipped the front of Tate’s pants. “Horny.”

 

She had stated her intentions, but Quinn wanted to make sure that Tate was ready to take such a step.

 

Tate let out a breath through his nose as he pulled down on his underwear. It wasn’t lost on either of them that Tate had stocked his underwear drawer with exclusively “boyshorts” cut underwear. However, while it had fit snuggly before, Tate was now pushing the fit for all it was worth.

 

Tate reached down to pull out his cock which hardened by the second. Quinn took things slow. She was gentle as she took their length in her hands and pulled back the foreskin.