((A teaser for a possible series that I'm thinking about starting about a transman named Luis who breaks out of the monotony of day to day life by exploring new sexual interests. ))
Luis leaned on the door outside Quinn's apartment, fidgeting with his keys absentmindedly in one hand. He had been waiting for about fifteen minutes and was trying to stay patient, resisting the urge to text again.
On the drive over, he had an erection that he'd mindlessly stroked through his shorts but now the swell was fading, kept only by the feeling of his finger gently gliding over it through his pocket. Fortunately the subtle action would have been unnoticeable even if the dark parking lot of the apartment complex hadn't been silent in the late hour.
His mind was so preoccupied by the caress of his own fingers that when the lock behind him clicked and the door pulled open, Luis jumped.
Quinn peeked out from behind the door and held it open.
He wasted no time and silently glided past her.
Without greetings, he walked through the dark apartment, making his way through her bedroom door. He started to eagerly harden again with the feeling of his growth rubbing between his slick labia as he walked.
Quinn was quick to follow him, slowly pulling her door closed and locking it so that it didn't make a sound. It wasn't likely that her housemate would wake to much of anything at this hour, but paranoia made her extra careful.
Leaning against the closed door in just a towel, she spoke just above a whisper.
"Did you wait out there long?"
Luis took the sight of her in.
Clean, bare shoulders and damp short hair tousled in random directions. She had just gotten out of the shower and the scent of her calming eucalyptus body wash was thick in the air.
A smirk pulled at his lips and he deposited his phone, wallet and keys onto her desk.
"Almost thirty whole minutes."
She rolled her eyes, scoffing at the over exaggeration.
"I guess I'll have to make it up to you somehow then."