Yawning, Mira plopped her instant noodles into the bubbling pot of water and added the flavour packets. In the background, she could hear the old vents of the heater turn on and hum quietly throughout the flat. As she stirred her breakfast, she nonchalantly checked her phone for any updates and was left with the same usual messages in her chats and zero new notifications. Sighing, she scrolled through her music and played some of the usual tunes she had on while she painted. Sometime through the second song, she was humming to the beat and swaying her hips, feeling it more than she thought she would, smiling stupidly to herself because she was twenty and still danced like an awkward fourteen year old. Still, she jived to the music, almost forgetting about her noodles until it boiled over and she yelped in surprise.

As she hastily turned down the heat, she heard a snicker behind her and jumped a mile as Deimos stood at the kitchen entrance, covered in snow, smiling at her big.

“That was a joy to watch,” he commented.

“Jesus Christ, dude, you scared the shit out of me,” Mira whined.

Deimos set down his backpack on the chair and walked over.

“I was planning to scare you but then I saw your amazing mating dance and decided to just let it play out,” he commented, groping her butt playfully.

Mira smirked. “Did it work?”

Deimos chuckled and kissed her neck. “Maybe a little.”

“Just a little? I put a lot of effort into my mating dances.”

“You need to serenade me with your ass, not just shake it.”

Mira laughed out loud. “How does one serenade with one’s ass?”

Deimos bit her ear. “You wanna see?”

There was electricity in the air. “Maybe a little?” She joked.

Deimos bit his lip and his eyes darkened and Mira’s heart sped up. However, before anything could get too hot and heavy, the noodles boiled over again, making a loud hissing sound that made both of them jump. Deimos snorted and Mira burst out laughing.

“Maybe another time, I guess?” Deimos joked as he reached over and turned off the burner.

Mira nodded and kissed his cheek. “Another time. We gotta compare who’s better at serenading with their ass, Kalmin or me.”

“We all know Kalmin’s the winner.”

Mira rolled her eyes and pulled her noodles off the burner. Deimos stepped back and leaned against the fridge as she casually split two bowls of instant noodles.

“I mean, you’re not wrong but where’s the suspense to that,” she commented. “He’s such a thick boy.”

Deimos barked a laugh. “Yes he is.”

“You thinking something naughty?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Liar,” she hissed. Both young adults took their bowls of noodles to the dinner table, which half consisted of term papers and notebooks, and the other half was pushed clean for little dinners like this. Dinner. Mira woke up at four and she was having breakfast, but Deimos was having dinner. God, her sleeping schedule sucked ass.

“How’s Kalmin anyway?” Mira questioned.

“I visited him this morning and even though we’ve just been separated for a week, he misses us,” Deimos laughed. “God, what an awful romantic.”

“I think it’s cute.”

“He needs to worry about his studies, not us. He’s riding on that scholarship money.”

“Dude, you were just thinking about thick Kalmin and his nice ass ten seconds ago.”

Deimos sputtered and glared at her. “You little brat.”

Mira sneered at him and winked. “Don’t worry, I was thinking about him too.”

Deimos sighed and rubbed his eyes. “I don’t believe we have to do this for another two weeks,” he groaned. “I fucking hate school.”

“We see him between breaks?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Actually, to be honest, I don’t.”

Deimos glared at her and poked her side. She giggled.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“I just want to hear you say it.”

“I’m not going to say it, you little animal.”

“Say it, Deimos! I know you want to!” She sang and he leaned back in his chair and groaned. “Say it!”

Deimos glared at her. “Ok, ok, fine, I miss him.”

“Dude, I knew the moment I mentioned his name you miss him. What do you miss?”

Deimos’ cheeks flushed red.

“Shut up.”

“What’d you miss?”

He sighed and crossed his arms like an angry kid.

“I miss our nights together,” he mumbled sheepishly.

Mira smiled at him and slid her hand over to grip his.

“I do too,” she said, softer. “But hey, we still see him every day one way or another.”

Deimos nodded solemnly. His eyes narrowed and face went redder.

“I still…” He covered his face in shame. “God, I still wanna get dicked down by him though,” he whined, voice shaky and embarrassed.

Mira let out a loud laugh. She covered her mouth in an instant. Deimos glared at her.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m not mocking you, I swear. I’ve just never heard you say you wanted to be ‘dicked down’ before.”

He covered his whole face in shame with his arms. “I’m never saying it again.”

“Dude, it’s ok. I can relate,” she laughed, rubbing his shoulder. “Sort of. Um…” She paused for a moment and blushed. In all their sexual endeavours, she’s actually never been dicked down before. But…she can relate. Can she? Does she want to?

“Oh,” she found herself saying. “Oh, fuck.”

Deimos gave her an odd look. No, the look wasn’t odd. It was just…different. New. Eye-catching.

“What?” He said softly, his green eyes unblinking.

This look was something she saw in the bedroom. Unnerving, confident, hungry. It was different from the usual bedroom eyes she got, full of lust and intoxication and need for her. This was sharper, clearer, and possessive in a way.

“What were you going to say, Mira?” He pressed again.

Deimos knew what she was thinking, and it made her throat go dry. This was something she hasn’t completely experienced yet, and that was surprising for her. This unabashed, lustful need.

Deimos wanted to fuck her.

She felt a little dizzy and felt her whole body flare up. Shyly, she met his opposing stare. (Holy shit, the tables have turned)

“I…I’ve never done it,” she blurted out loud. “B-Bottoming.”

God, she was so gay. In all her sexual encounters she’s been a top, and so she called herself a top. And those sexual encounters were with women so of course she had to call herself a top to distinguish the position because of course she’s not going to call it “the man’s role” because it isn’t a man’s role to fuck another. Some men wanna be fucked, exhibit A: Deimos (and hopefully in the future, Kalmin, who knows). But calling it bottoming sounded so gay in the literal queer kind of sense because that’s definitely a term only gay couples use. You don’t hear a girl in a heterosexual relationship say “I bottomed tonight” because of course she bottomed she’s the “girl” and that’s the girl’s job to take it but Mira’s never taken it and hated how that position was called the “women’s role,” and maybe just out of spite never bottomed because of that assumption.

Wow, she was having a gay life crisis in front of her boyfriend.

His eyes stayed on her the whole time, and Mira knew he wanted to know more by the unnerving silence he gave her.

“I…I just never liked the whole idea of it, never understood it, y’know. I mean, mad kudos to you and everyone else who do it, but I never…thought I’d like to be…penetrated,” she said dumbly. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Even saying penetrate doesn’t sound right. I’ve always topped, done the penetrating, pleasured my partner before me kind of thing. It felt natural and right a-and…” She blinked at Deimos, who’s face was completely still. “Goddammit, Deimos, stop staring at me this is so embarrassing.”

The only response he gave her was the quirk of his lip. Now he was smirking at her with those “I’m going to fuck you” eyes.

She sighed. “Ok, ok, ok, fuck, fine, yeah, I kind of like the idea of you or Kalmin fucking me-”

Before she even finished her sentence, Deimos was out of his chair kissing her. It genuinely surprised her, a yelp escaping before his lips were on her. This was a new Deimos Mira didn’t know about. A hand grabbed a fistful of her hair and crushed their lips together, tongue pressing into her mouth, tasting her, sucking her and biting her. Pinpricks of pain turned to pleasure and she found herself leaning into Deimos’ rough kiss. Then his hands immediately slid between her thighs and she was gasping, shocked, confused, and off-balance, his confidence and ruggedness overwhelming her.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” She shouted between kisses. “Jupiter!”

Instantly, Deimos pulled himself away from her, green eyes with shock, lips red and swollen. Mira looked down at his crotch and saw he was definitely erect and her face even went redder. Wow, ok, this was very new. She felt like she was sixteen again and a virgin touching and kissing the one she loved for the first time, confused on what’s she’s doing and feeling. Deimos had this rugged horniness to him that she’s used to, but with the added fact that he was all-in for fucking the shit out of her made her legs tingle. There was a duality to Deimos. The angsty, rough-looking juvenile on the outside, and the soft, kind pastel beauty on the inside. However, at this moment, his two characters were mixing, and that angsty punk she only saw outside was suddenly thrust into the confines of their bedroom play and throwing her absolutely out of balance.

Basically, Deimos could be rugged, tough and angsty when they have sex too- not always sweet and submissive. And holy shit, it was hot.

“I’m sorry,” Deimos blurted out. “That was dumb, I thought it was going somewhere.”

Instantly that sexy character broke and he was back to the sweet pastel asshole she always loved. She felt her whole body relax and she found herself laughing in relief. She shook her head, pulling him back, holding his face in her hands, kissing his lips.

“No, no, no,” she laughed between kisses. “Holy shit, that was nice. I-I just…we have to take this new dynamic slow. God, I forget that you can flip a switch and turn into a fuckin’ dom.”

Deimos nodded slowly, his expression softening the more she spoke.

“I want you,” Mira murmured. “W-We just have to take it bit by bit, I’m not like you who can take six-inch dildos like a champion.”

Deimos frowned and blushed. “When we’re not in the bedroom that fact is very embarrassing.”

Mira giggled and rubbed their noses together. “My point is, can we take it slow?”

Deimos smiled at her and nodded. “Of course. I wanna pleasure you for once so you’re the boss.”

“I’m always the boss.”

“That is true, but I feel like we should have a democracy in this relationship.”

“Democracy gets nothing done. Dictatorships do.”

“Well, you’re not wrong, but also, that’s fucked up.”

“You know what else is fucked up?”

“What? That you’re technically still a virgin?”

Mira burst out laughing. “My mom would be proud to know that.”

Deimos groaned and wrapped his arms around her. “Ah, yes, your mom is definitely something I wanna think about right after I fantasized dicking you down.”

Mira gasped and slapped his arm. He grinned and bit her ear.

“What I was going to say is that my boyfriend can take six-inch dildos like a champ,” she joked.

Deimos gasped. “You’re such an asshole.” Instantly, he wrapped his arms around her and began tickling her. “You’re the fucker who keeps buying them and fucking me with them!”

Mira burst out laughing, tears in her eyes, desperately trying to wriggle out of his grasp. “It’s just a joke! It’s just a joke!”

Deimos sneered and tickled her even more, going for her sensitive sides. “Who’s the Big Dom, now, huh?”

Mira shrieked and crumpled, giggling uncontrollably. “Oh, Mr. Big Dom, please spare me!”

“I should spank you for being so naughty,” Deimos growled.

Mira rolled her eyes and launched at him, tickling his sides now, throwing him off balance. She pulled down his shirt and blew the loudest raspberry on his chest. He snorted in response, howling and crying as much as she was, his tickles getting weaker as Mira went for his sides and armpits.

“I should spank you,” Mira growled back.

“Oh, Mr. Big Dom!” Deimos cried out effeminately. Mira laughed heartedly. They were matching each other in tickle strength, both of them laughing at each other’s stupidity, both too stubborn to succumb to the other. Only when Deimos tried to grab Mira by the waist but ended up elbowing the dinner table hard did they stop, Mira laughing even harder as Deimos wailed in pain.