Raph looked down at Yuko knowing that there was something akin to fixation in their gaze. They felt…obsessed with her. Desire is the root of all suffering, their inner voice reminded them. Put me down for the suffering plan, then, because I want her, said a much louder inner voice. They kissed her and her mouth was warm and soft and Raph felt the connection between them flowing like a strong current, pulling them towards her. They looked at her large, wide-set half-moon eyes, lightly lined and darkly-lashed, irises near black and so glossy they could almost see themself. Eyes they could fall into. Eyes they wanted to fall into. They looked at the elegantly balanced features of her face. They looked at her short, tousled, shining hair that was black in some lights and rich purple in others, and touched it wonderingly, loving its color changes and its softness. It smelled like heaven, too, that much Raph already knew from holding her against them while she’d cried it out. They looked at her, and felt like they could have looked for hours if the urge to touch weren’t so strong.

Raph had felt the strangest combination of emotions as she’d cried in their arms: gratitude that they’d been able to help her release a trauma, strong resentment towards whoever had caused the trauma, lust that they hadn’t been especially proud of in that moment, and a very powerful sense of rightness. That last one was the kind of feeling you listened to. 

Raph came from a long line of judgy people, true. They also came from a long line of people who were very good at judging who was the exact right person to spend their lives with. Their grandparents had pulled it off. Their parents had pulled it off. Their brother would probably pull it off, too, when the time was right. The time was right for Raph right now, that was increasingly clear.    

Yuko was smart, she was powerful, she was intriguing, and she was beyond lovely. Most people were shaped by the world. Yuko had shaped herself in spite of it. She had gradually, carefully, painfully formed her outsides to reflect her insides so that she was entirely herself, through and through. She knew what it was like to be a complicated person in a world that liked simple answers, something they had in common. When she’d cried, Raph had comforted her with soothing strokes on her back, and as they had done so, they had started formulating a plan that would allow them to stay close in the future, close enough to be able to do this whenever she needed them to. A plan that would let Raph keep doing everything they were about to do with her, as often as possible. 

“Earlier, you said you said there were a few things I should know before we have sex, Yuko. Hurry up and tell me those few things, because I don't want to wait much longer.” As if to emphasize their point, Raph started pulling her lycra pants down, exposing the soft, downy skin of her belly, a manicured thatch of silky hair that was tinted as purple as the hair on her head. Raph looked up questioningly, charmed and amused.

“I like to match,” was the only explanation Yuko offered.

“That’s an impulse I respect enormously. Especially right now. You were saying?” Raph prompted, pulling her pants away completely and running their eyes over her hungrily. She was slim, but there was a subtle but beautifully feminine curve to her hips and an alluring softness in every line of her. Yuko moved a thigh to the side, exposing herself more completely to their gaze. Oh. Oh, my God. Their mouth went dry.

“Oh, right, so…” she started her explanation but they weren’t ready.

Raph instantly held up a hand without looking up. “Hold on, let me look for a minute, I’m not going to retain a thing you’re saying right now, and the stakes are too high for me to miss any of it. You warned me about your breasts, but you weren’t going to warn me about this?? Jesus, Yuko.” They sank down onto their elbows and stared, dumbfounded. “Dr. Huang again?” 

“What? Oh. No. This was Dr. Mathison. She’s good, right? And I have a ton of sensation, which is the really big deal.”

“This… is… also a pretty big deal, Yuko.” Raph said in awe-filled tones and reached out to run a finger over one of the perfectly puffed outer labia in front of them. “You’re so gorgeous… everywhere. A fantasy. You make me think of this old eighties movie my brother and I used to watch, ‘Weird Science.’” Then they blushed because that was such an awkward thing to mention at a time like this. It was true, though.

Yuko laughed, sounding amused rather than annoyed. “I’m familiar. You can compare me favorably to a young Kelly LeBrock anytime.” 

“Oh no, you’re way past that,” Raph said instantly. “I just meant that you’re an amalgamation of everything I like best.”

Yuko blinked at them, at a loss for words. Too much truth at once? It would not have been the first time they’d been accused of that.

Now they were gently sliding a finger up the seam between the folds of baby-soft skin, exposing the delicate, darker folds of her inner labia, and her vagina. She gasped in pleasure, her flawless nipples tightening, her hips lifting. Raph swallowed hard, cock pressing itself into the mattress, closing their eyes and taking deep breaths for a second to get control. They were dying to be inside her in whatever way she was willing to let them. “Ok. I’m ready for my instructions now. Very, very ready.”

“Oh, ok. Um, well… Since you’re kind of a neovagina first timer, and since you seem like you can handle it, I’m going to be really specific and technical, and hope it doesn’t kill the mood.”

“Nothing is killing this mood, I promise you.” 

“So my vagina works pretty much like you’d expect, with the obvious difference being that lubrication-wise, it’s kind of the inverse of a natal vaj. I still have Cowper’s glands— the glands that make pre-ejaculate— and when I get worked up… like… now… I get very slippery on the outside via my urethra, like I always did pre-op. I can’t really lubricate internally, however, so we have to be generous with the lube. I’ve got some over in my suitcase that I use when I’m doing dilation… I should’ve thought of that… I can throw my clothes back on and go grab it out of my yurt real quick if you don’t have any.”

“I have lube. And condoms. What else?” Raph blessed the agitated insomnia and eternal optimism that had lead them to run out to the twenty-four hour CVS at two o’clock in the morning just in case they got a chance with her. From the minute they’d spoken with her at their booth the previous evening, they’d been praying they’d get a chance with her. And here she was. Blessed be. The universe truly had their best interests at heart. 

“Okay, well, we do have to be a little bit more gentle with her, she’s not quite as sturdy and elastic as a natal vagina, but not fragile either. Sex is actually good physical therapy— it reduces the amount of dilation I have to do. It also feels really good because they used all my most sensitive skin to construct her and about halfway down, there’s access to my prostate gland which works like a g-spot people can consistently find, so that’s cool. It tends to get a lot of contact during vaginal sex which is very, very pleasant. Like most women, I do best with a combo of internal and external stimulation… If you really want to take me to pound town at some point, we could switch over to anal if that’s something you enjoy. I like both. The normal order of operations applies: nothing that goes in the butt goes in the vag without a clean-up and change of condom, but the reverse is obviously fine. Oh, and my clit behaves exactly like a clit always behaves, more or less— firms up, loves to be touched by hands and mouths and appreciates strategically applied friction and pressure. I think that’s about it.”

“Got it,” said Raph, leaning forward to kiss her, very eager to move from theory to practice. 

“Questions?” Yuko offered, turning her head to the side.

“Can I start now?” Raph asked, maybe a small amount of pleading in their voice. They recaptured her mouth briefly before they let her answer. 

“Yes.” Yuko’s voice was throaty with arousal. 

Without further ado, a naked Raph unselfconsciously and fluidly strolled across the room and grabbed the lube and condoms from a drugstore bag on the kitchenette counter, not failing to notice the way Yuko stared after them, flushed and eager. With an answering flush, Raph returned to their position on the bed, spreading her thighs wide to make room for themself. They lowered their head and ran the flat of their tongue slowly over the tip of her clitoris. Yuko’s hips bucked against their mouth. 

“Ah-ah-ahh!” she cried out. “AH! Raph! More!”

Yes, more, as much as you want, as long as you want, whenever you want. It felt imperative that she have whatever she needed. Or even felt the faintest desire for. Raph applied themself, licking, suckling, petting, delighting in her responsiveness and her cries of pleasure and the sound of her saying their name in that desperate, commanding voice. They hoped she at no point stopped to consider that yurts didn’t offer much soundproofing. For Raph’s part, they hoped everyone heard. It would keep other people away from her, and it might throw the fucking MILFs off his trail. Maybe they’d stop throwing dirty notes into Raph’s tent after this. 

Adding some lube to their fingers, Raph gently slid two inside the heat of her body, their eyes closing in pleasure and concentration as they gently probed inside her tight grip, feeling for the place she’d told them about. There. Exactly where she’d said. A small, firm knot of tissue. Raph crooked their fingers and stroked a little, watching her face to see if they were in just the right spot. Raph was looking forward to eventually discovering how her meridians may have been affected by her treatment, because if she thought that their work on her heel was all they had to offer, she had another think coming. Raph was very eager to impress the benefits of acupressure on her, but there was so much energy flowing through her and she was so responsive that someone a lot less experienced than Raph was could have coaxed her to come repeatedly with just a bit of effort. Who the fuck was stupid enough to let her slip through their fingers? Who didn’t take the time to figure out how to meet her needs and then let her go around thinking there was something wrong with her? Thank the Benevolent Force for that person’s ineptitude and ingratitude, whoever they fucking were. It was a mistake that Raph would not be duplicating. They might not be able to convince her on the subject of crystals, but she’d be a believer in acupressure in short order if she wasn’t already.  

"Yuko, you feel incredible. You are incredible. So beautiful. I think I'd like it if you came again while I'm touching you like this. Would you do that for me?"

"Ahhhh. Yes, yes!" Yuko reached one hand down between her thighs, tangling it in their hair while the other covered her closed eyes, blocking out the light more completely as she rocked against Raph's hands and mouth with abandon.

Her body needed just a little more information, and it would do exactly what Raph was persuading it to do, they were sure of it.