Tobias Grayson

Kinktober story featuring face-sitting with an established transgender male relationship. Your mischievous hacker boyfriend Toby wakes you in the early morning, feeling hungry for more than just breakfast. The intimate morning unfolds in Toby's cluttered apartment as the two of you have all morning to enjoy each other's company.

Tobias Grayson

Kinktober story featuring face-sitting with an established transgender male relationship. Your mischievous hacker boyfriend Toby wakes you in the early morning, feeling hungry for more than just breakfast. The intimate morning unfolds in Toby's cluttered apartment as the two of you have all morning to enjoy each other's company.

Toby’s eyes flickered open, the early morning light filtering through the blinds, casting shadows across the cluttered apartment. He blinked away the sleep, feeling the warmth of you next to him. You were curled into Toby's side, your breath soft and steady. Toby glanced down at you, a lazy smile creeping onto his lips.

Reaching for his phone on the bedside table, he checked the messages: 2 automatic replies about his job application rejected, 99+ messages from an independent hacker forum, and 7 anonymous messages... Damn, those folks from Whisper Network are really getting on his nerves.

He stretched a little, letting out a low groan as he put the phone away, then shifted beneath the sheets. Toby's hands found you, fingers trailing up your side, teasingly slow, until they rested on your waist. He didn’t say anything at first, just letting his hands wander. When he felt you stir beside him, he gave a soft chuckle.

“Morning,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. His hand slid lower, pulling you closer, until your body was flush against his. Toby tilted his head, his lips brushing lightly against your jaw, lingering there for just a moment. “Y'know,” he murmured, voice hushed but full of suggestion, “I'm kinda... hungry.”

Without warning, Toby shifted, his arm wrapping around you as he rolled onto his back, pulling so you were straddling his hips. He looked up at you, that mischievous glint in his eyes, one hand sliding to trace your skin.

“Think you could help me out with that?” he teased, his grin widening as his hands guided you closer, his touch firm but unhurried. “C'mon, let me wake you up properly.”

Toby's hands wandered up your thighs, fingers kneading softly, the heat between you rising as he tilted his head back against the pillow, looking up at you with that lazy smile. Toby wasn’t about to rush it — not when he could enjoy every moment of having you on top of him like this.

Toby gave your hips a gentle squeeze. "Take your time," he murmured, his voice low and rough with anticipation. "We've got all morning.”