Rowan and Ash the Femboy

Ash had never felt truly seen until he met Rowan.

They met at a queer book club--Ash was quiet, hiding behind the rim of his mug and a crop top two sizes too big. Rowan was warm and broad-shouldered, the kind of man who didn't just _see_ you--he noticed you.

Their first few dates were sweet and slow. Ash was nervous, but Rowan was patient--holding doors, complimenting his nailpolish, offering a calloused hand across busy streets. And when Ash told him that he sometimes wanted to be softer, cuter--more _girly_--Rowan's eyes lit up with quiet pride.

"I'd love to help you feel more like _you_," Rowan said. And he meant it.

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Rowan bought Ash leg warmers first. They were pastel blue, and when Ash slipped them on and looked down at his skinny legs, he almost cried.

"You look adorable," Rowan whispered, running his hands gently up the soft knit. "You make cute things look cuter."

Ash blushed, biting his lip, and leaned into Rowan's chest. That night, Rowan let Ash curl up on his lap, warm in mittens and leg warmers, while they watched old anime and passed a joint back and forth. Ash dozed off with Rowan's hand brushing gently through his short blond hair.

The sundress came next. Rowan picked it out himself: light yellow, with little strawberries printed across the fabric.

"It's perfect," Ash whispered, holding it up against his chest. "You think I can pull this off?"

Rowan stepped behind him and kissed his neck. "You _own_ it, baby. Try it on."

And when Ash stepped out of the bedroom, flushed and fidgeting, Rowan pulled him in close, letting his big hands slide down the soft cotton and rest on Ash's slim waist. Next to Rowan's tall, broad frame, Ash looked practically doll-like--tiny and precious in his hands.

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That weekend, they went to a quiet little café with outdoor seating. Ash wore the sundress Rowan had given him, the yellow fabric fluttering gently in the breeze. He sat across from Rowan at a small metal table, sipping chai from a tall glass mug. Rowan had a latte in hand, his eyes fixed on Ash with that same quiet admiration he always wore.

Rowan towered in his seat, legs spread comfortably beneath the table, taking up space in a way that made Ash feel smaller, more delicate by comparison.

As they chatted about books and plans for the week, Rowan reached under the table and rested a warm hand on Ash's thigh. Ash nearly choked on his sip of chai, blushing fiercely, but didn't stop him. The pressure of Rowan's hand was grounding, possessive, and gentle all at once.

"You're glowing today," Rowan said softly. "That dress is practically made for you."

Ash looked away, lips curling into a shy smile. "You really think so?"

"I _know_ so."

Later, at home, Ash stood between Rowan's legs in the living room, the sundress still on, brushing against Rowan's knees. Rowan leaned back on the couch, shirt half-open, watching him with dark, hungry eyes.

Ash dropped slowly to his knees, fingers trembling slightly as he undid Rowan's belt. He freed Rowan's cock, already thick and heavy in his hand. It was always a little intimidating--Rowan was well-endowed, wide and long, warm and pulsing against Ash's palm. In Ash's smaller hands, it looked even bigger, almost obscene--and he loved that. Loved the way it made him feel: tiny, cherished, desired.

He looked up, locking eyes with Rowan, then leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip. Rowan groaned softly, hand tangling in Ash's hair.

Ash opened his mouth and took him in slowly, stretching his lips around the girth, sucking gently, tongue swirling with care. He moved slowly, deliberately, savoring the weight of Rowan's cock in his mouth, the heat and tension building in Rowan's thick thighs under his fingertips.

Rowan moaned low and deep, his hand guiding Ash gently but firmly. "You're so good at this, kitten. Just like that."

Ash hummed around him, the vibrations making Rowan twitch in his mouth. He bobbed his head, taking more each time, drool slipping down his chin, his eyes fluttering closed as he lost himself in the rhythm.

Rowan's hips flexed, his voice raw. "You're perfect. My perfect girl."

Ash shuddered at the praise, taking him even deeper, the words and Rowan's body filling him with warmth and arousal.

When Rowan finally came, it was with a groan and a tight grip in Ash's hair, thick spurts hitting the back of Ash's throat. Ash swallowed eagerly, licking him clean, before resting his cheek on Rowan's thigh with a dreamy, satisfied look.

Rowan stroked his hair gently, murmuring soft praise. "You amaze me, Ash. Every single day."

Ash looked up, smiling with flushed cheeks. "I just want to make you proud."

"You do," Rowan said. "In every way."

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They talked about tattoos and piercings next--things Ash had always wanted but never felt brave enough for. Rowan came with him to the shop, held his hand through the needle, and kissed his tummy after the little tattoos were done--stars and flowers and hearts across his soft belly. Ash admired the contrast against his soft skin, feeling striking and beautiful.

When Ash got his nipples pierced, he couldn't stop squirming on the couch afterward. They were sore, but it made him feel hot and _real_.

"God, I love you like this," Rowan murmured, brushing his lips over Ash's collarbone. "You look so _you_."

Ash straddled Rowan's lap, trembling slightly as he kissed him. "Can we... tonight? I want to try. I want you to... top me."

Rowan's hands slowed, his gaze locking onto Ash's. "Are you sure?"

Ash nodded. "I feel ready. Because it's you."

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That night, Rowan made love to him like he was made of silk. Ash wore black lace lingerie--a soft, sheer bralette hugging his chest, matching panties nestled snug against his hips, and a garter belt that made his thighs look even smaller in Rowan's big hands. His piercings glinted softly in the low light.

Rowan guided him onto the bed gently, kneeling between his legs and kissing him slowly--hands firm but reverent on Ash's hips.

He took his time, teasing Ash with soft kisses to his pierced nipples, brushing fingers over the little flowers inked on his tummy, whispering praise with every breath. Ash trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the depth of Rowan's care.

"You're so beautiful, Ash," Rowan murmured as he pushed the head of his cock slowly into him, one hand holding Ash's thigh, the other stroking through his hair. Ash gasped, mouth falling open, his fingers digging into the sheets. The stretch was intense, but Rowan moved patiently, inch by inch, until he was fully seated.

Ash's legs wrapped lightly around Rowan's waist, and his whole body shook with sensation. Rowan leaned down, kissed the tears from the corners of his eyes, and began to move--a slow, steady rhythm that let Ash feel every inch.

"You take me so well, baby," Rowan whispered, each thrust deep and controlled. Ash's moans were high and breathy, his voice catching every time Rowan bottomed out. His nipples, still tender and pierced, rubbed against the cotton of the dress, and each touch sent electric heat racing down his spine.

Rowan reached between them, stroking Ash in time with his thrusts, his big hand wrapped easily around him. "Let go for me, Ash. I want to see you come."

Ash cried out as he came, back arching beautifully, his whole body clenching around Rowan with raw need. The sight undid Rowan. He groaned low in his throat, buried deep inside as he followed with his own climax, wrapping Ash tightly in his arms.

They collapsed together, sweat-soaked and breathless, the scent of sex and skin lingering in the air.

"You're everything I ever wanted," Rowan whispered, brushing back Ash's damp bangs. "And I'm going to keep reminding you how beautiful you are."

Ash pressed his face into Rowan's chest, heart full. For the first time, he felt soft _and_ safe.

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A week later, after dinner, Rowan reached into a drawer and pulled out something small, wrapped in velvet. He walked over to where Ash was sitting on the bed, soft in a black crop-top and thigh-highs, and knelt before him.

"I got something for you," Rowan said quietly, and opened the box.

Inside was a black leather collar, slim and elegant, with a small silver heart at the center.

Ash's breath caught. "For me?"

"If you want to wear it," Rowan said, brushing his thumb gently over Ash's cheek. "It's a symbol. Not just of what we are, but of how much I care for you. How proud I am of you."

Ash took it with trembling fingers, already half-hard beneath the fabric of his panties. "Yes," he whispered. "Please put it on me."

Rowan fastened the collar slowly, tenderly, letting his fingers linger on Ash's throat. Ash gasped softly, his arousal now unmistakable.

"Already hard?" Rowan teased, smirking. "You're really just my needy little puppy, aren't you?"

Ash whimpered, hips squirming. "Y-yeah... I am."

Rowan turned him over gently, guiding him onto all fours. "Then I think it's time I gave my pup what he needs."

Ash shivered as Rowan tugged his panties down slowly, exposing his soft curves. He didn't rush--he stripped down while Ash waited, trembling, the collar snug and snug against his throat. Rowan climbed behind him, one hand stroking Ash's back, the other wet with lube preparing Ash..

"Say it again," Rowan murmured, his chest pressed against Ash's back, cock hard and pressed to his entrance.

Ash's voice cracked. "I'm your puppy."

"Good girl," Rowan whispered as he pushed in with one smooth thrust. Ash cried out, back arching, legs trembling beneath him. The collar tightened slightly as Rowan grabbed it, using it to keep Ash steady with every deep,

"Choke me," Ash gasped. "Please."

Rowan's hand slipped gently around his throat, firm but safe, making Ash moan louder, body arching under the pressure.

"You're such a cute little puppy," Rowan growled, fucking him harder. "Begging for my hand on your throat while you squirm like that."

Ash's eyes rolled back, his moans breaking into soft cries. Rowan pinned him down into the mattress with his weight, one hand gripping Ash's hip, the other tight around his throat, keeping him completely still beneath every powerful thrust. Every word, every squeeze, every inch of him sent Ash spiraling further into pleasure.

"Good girl," Rowan growled again, tightening his grip on Ash's throat, "you''re such a cute breedable puppy."

Every word, every squeeze, every inch of him sent Ash spiraling further into pleasure.

When Ash came, it was with a scream, his body shuddering violently as he clenched around Rowan. Rowan followed moments later, groaning low as he buried himself deep, holding Ash tight as they trembled through it together.

They collapsed in a tangled mess of limbs and sweat, the collar still snug around Ash's throat.

Rowan kissed his temple. "My perfect puppy."

Ash nuzzled into his chest, dazed and glowing. "Always yours."