NM After Dark - Bottom or Top (Patreon)

Milo - “Bottom or top.” We were sitting at a bar, taking shots, when the question came out.  I didn’t know if I should feel embarrassed that I asked it, or simply just blame it on the drinks.

Milo, however, snorted, chasing his shot with a beer.  “You know the answer to that.”

“No. I know how you are with me. Or were with me.  But, we have realized now that it was all a ruse.”

He pointed a lit cigarette at me. “Not a ruse.”

“Whatever. Bottom or top. What’s your actual preference now that we are getting to know each other again.”

“Switch,” he said with a shrug.

“So which situation gets you in the mood for what?”

I shouldn’t have asked. We were in a public place. And Milo took far too much delight in situations such as this.  Scooting his chair closer to mine, he got near enough for me to feel his breath hot on my neck.

“See, it can go two ways for me. Sometimes, I like lying there, being split open.  Moaning into the sheets as I’m unraveled inch by fucking inch. Cum dripping from my cock.” He grinned, running his nose along the line of my throat, licking the salt from my skin. “Other times, I just want to sink into something nice and tight. Feel those walls clench around me while I lose myself.  Fuck someone so hard and so good that they can’t remember their name.”

I swallowed. “That’s all very specific,” I told him.

He grinned against my skin. “Want a demonstration, darlin’?”

Belladonna - “Bottom or top.” Belladonna was lounging in the hot spring, her head tipped back on one of the heated rocks. I was kneeling next to her, my hand making small patterns in the water.

“Are we playing a game, dear heart?”

“I’m curious how you are,” I told her. “You follow my preferences for the most part. What are yours?”

“Neither,” she said with a shrug.

“What do you mean?”

I heard the water shift around me as she turned a little.  “Are you really so naive that you think of things in such black and white fashion? When you have a true lover, there is no bottom or top. There is only falling into each other.” She scooted closer, placing one hand between my legs as she guided one of mine between hers. She arched her back as she pushed two of my fingers inside of herself, slowly beginning to rock against my palm. “Do you consider this bottoming for me?” she asked. “When I’m in control but clearly submissive. Or is this topping?”

I couldn’t possibly be expected to answer with what her own fingers were doing. Or the way her walls clenched around me.

Bella grinned, coming to straddle my lap, the hardened points of her nipples dragging against my bare skin. “Really, my heart. We shouldn’t think in labels. Now, sit back and enjoy me, alright?”

Gabriel - “Bottom or top.” Mainly, I was asking because it was delightful to watch Gabriel squirm. I whispered it to him in the middle of a briefing. It was being given by one of his lead officers. We were leaning against the wall in the back.

“Bottom or top for what?” he asked quietly.

“When fucking, bottom or top?”

He shot me a glare, clearly letting me know that now was not the time to indulge in such things. He was working after all. That, and Gabriel was a bit of a prude when it came to sex.

“Answer the question,” I said with a slight grin, scooting closer to him. I wondered if I could reach around and rub my hand against his front without anyone noticing.

“Absolutely not.”

I mean, if he wasn’t going to play along, it seemed like the thing to do. Pushing away from the wall, I walked past him to go to his other side, squeezing him through the cotton of his trousers as I went. He caught my wrist, yanking me away from him.

“Answer the question,” I repeated with a grin.

He leaned down so his eyes were level with me. “I will display myself to you however you wish,” he said earnestly. “It makes no difference to me. But if you attempt something like this again, I will withhold sex from you.”

I raised my brow. “You would not.”

Leaning forward, he brushed his lips quickly against mine before pushing me away. “Just try me.” He then walked forward towards the front of the room like the dutiful little soldier he was. 

I grinned. Tonight was going to be fun.

Hazel - “Bottom or top.” Hazel was covered in flour, humming as she danced around the kitchen making muffins. 

“Bottom,” she called, shaking her behind a bit. “I’ve got too nice of an ass for it to be doing all the work of a top.”

I laughed at her, coming up behind her to wrap my arms around her waist. She snuggled back against me, her hips rubbing against me in deep circles.  “But I like watching these when you top,” I told her, bringing my hands up to cup each of her breasts. I felt her arch in my hands as I ran a thumb across the hardened points of her breasts.

“Fine,” she said quickly. “Top. But only when you guide me.”

“Hands are busy,” I murmured. She gasped loudly as I pinched and rolled each nipple, getting a thigh between her own. She began grinding herself against my leg, the wet heat of her core drenching me.  “No panties today?” I asked.

“Never while baking. It gets too hot.”

“Good.” She squealed as I lifted her onto the counter and pushed her skirts up. The muffins ended up burning while I feasted between her thighs.