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Miranda walks into the townhouse and let's out a sigh of relief. It had been a long day. First Irv had decided he wanted to turn a fifteen minute meeting into an hour and a half, wasting everyone's time. Next, one of the new interns spilled coffee on the polaroids of the new Prada collection. Thankfully Nigel always keeps a set of extra copies on hand. But by the end of the day Miranda was exhausted and wanted nothing more to get home to her Andy.
Miranda shrugs off her coat and hangs it up in the hall closet before making her way into the den. As she places her Fendi on the coffee table she hears the soft notes of Vivaldi coming from the kitchen. A smile comes to her lips when the music reaches her ears remembering how she had introduced Andy to the composer. She walks into the room and finds them at the stove cooking something that smells delicious. She sneaks up behind Andy, surpringly quiet in stiletto heels, and wraps her arms around their waist.
"Hello, handsome," Miranda whispers as she nuzzles into the short curly hair at the back of Andy's neck. A deep rumble emanates from their chest as he leans into Miranda's touch.
"Hello to you too."
Miranda smiles as she hears their voice. It's deepened over the last three months since Andy started his injections. It's not a lot but it's enough to be noticeable. It was five months ago when Andy came out to her and she can still remember the night vividly.
She had come home late to find Andy curled up on the couch lost in their head, dressed in one of their oversized hoodies and some sweatpants. Miranda could tell something was off immediately. She walked over and sat next to Andy instantly pulling them from their thoughts.
"What are you thinking about, sweet girl?" Miranda asked and instantly regretted when she saw Andy tense up.
"It's nothing, Miranda," they muttered softly, giving her a tight lipped smile.
"It is not nothing. Bottling things up will not help you in the long run. You can always talk to me, my love."
There was a beat of silence before Andy blurted out, "I…I…I'm not a girl."
They quickly looked away and brought their knees to their chest.
"Okay."
"I know it's different and if you don't want me that's okay I—
Andy stopped himself and looked over at Miranda with wide eyes before uttering, "W..what, what did you say?"
"I said okay. I admit I am not that surprised by it. I noticed little things. You tensing at certain words or phrases I use and dressing more masculine but I did not want to assume anything so I waited till you said something."
"Y..you're not mad?"
"Why would I be mad at you for being honest with me?"
Andy shrugged and looked down again. Miranda quickly grabbed Andy's chin and made them look at her.
"Darling, I will love you no matter what. It might be different and new but that does not mean I stop loving you. I promise will call you whichever name you choose and whichever nicknames you love. I will make sure you have clothes that make you comfortable. I will do my best to make you feel safe and seen. And I will be with you every step of this process, understand?"
Miranda noticed Andy's bottom lip start to tremble as tears welled up in their eyes. Miranda pulled them close and held them tight reassuring them that it was okay.
Miranda shakes off the memory and kisses up Andy's neck while running her hands up their sides. Her hands come to a stop when she feels the binder underneath Andy's tank top.
"Darling, how long have you been wearing this?"
"I..It's fine, Miranda. I feel fine."
"That was not the question, dear."
Andy sighs before answering, "Since this morning."
"Andy! You know that's not healthy," Miranda scolds pulling away and giving them a cold yet concerned look.
"Yes I know. I just..I don't know," he mumbles. "I just forgot I guess." Miranda exhales before gently cupping Andy's cheek.
"Well darling you need to be able to breathe and I prefer you without bruised or broken ribs."
Andy stares at her for a second before finally relenting and going to go change knowing Miranda is right. They come back downstairs to the kitchen now sporting one of the many oversized hoodies Miranda had given them. This one is a piece by Saint Laurent in fog gray color. Miranda had gotten it for Andy while in Milan for work.
"This better?" Andy mutters with a bit of sass. Miranda rolls her eyes and pulls him in by the waist.
"Yes, much better." Miranda leans in her lips barely brushing Andy's as she whispers, "I like it when my handsome boy can breathe."
Andy's cheeks flush a bright red before he leans in and captures Miranda's lips in a soft kiss.
"I love you, Miranda."
"I love you too, Andy. Now what are you making for dinner?"
"Honey lemon salmon with grapefruit risotto. It's almost done."
"Sounds wonderful, my dear."
After dinner Miranda cleans up the dishes while Andy takes a shower. When she's done Miranda heads upstairs to check on them.
She knocks on the ensuite door asking, "Are you decent, love?"
She hears a soft chuckle from behind the door before Andy answers, "You have seen me naked before. Multiple times actually."
Miranda rolls her eyes and a smirk finds its way to her lips. She pushes open the bathroom door finding her lover with damp hair in nothing but boxers and an oversized t-shirt. Miranda takes a moment, letting her eyes roam over Andy's figure from their toned thighs to their defined biceps. Andy notices and blushes.
"You're staring."
"I know. What is it a crime now to admire my sweet baby boy," Miranda teases as she saunters over and wraps her arms around Andy's waist making him blush yet again. Andy tries to say something but words fail him so he buries his face in Miranda's neck. A soft chuckle falls from Miranda's lips as she starts to play with the damp hair at the nape of Andy's neck.
"You're so cute when you get all flustered."
Andy mutters something unintelligible against Miranda's neck causing the older woman to let out another laugh. She plays with Andy's hair for another minute before pulling away.
"Alright time for your T shot pretty boy," Miranda whispers rubbing circles just above his hip bone.
"Ughhh noooo," Andy whines as they try to get out of Miranda's grasp.
"Ah, ah, ah, you need your shot, Andy."
"We can do it tomorrow."
"No, we are doing it now. If you put it off today you will just put it off again tomorrow as well. It will be better to do it now."
Andy huffs knowing Miranda is right but it still doesn't help with the fear of needles.
"I know you don't like needles but I promise it will be fine like every single time we've done it before."
"Fineee."
Miranda smirks at his whines. She gives them a quick kiss and then pats the counter, "Come on be a good boy for me."
Andy hops up on the counter and watches anxiously as Miranda prepares his injection. First she sets up all the supplies she needs, the syringe, the vial of testosterone, the sterile injection needle and the alcohol swabs. Next Miranda unwraps the syringe and draws up the dose. She doesn't miss how Andy tenses and has to look away.
Miranda reaches over and gently squeezes their arm and whispering, "Hey, you are going to be okay."
Andy sighs and nods, looking over at Miranda. His face pales as they see the eighteen gauge needle drawing up the medication while muttering, "I know. It's just such a big needle."
"Well it's a good thing that this needle is not the one going in your thigh," Miranda reassures as she pulls the syringe from the vial and switches the needle to the skinnier and less intimidating twenty-two gauge. She places the syringe down carefully making sure to keep the safety cap on the needle then she makes her way in between Andy's spread legs.
"Relax, handsome. I've got you."
Andy melts into Miranda's touch as she runs her hands up and down his thighs while resting her forehead against his.
"There you go. There's my brave prince."
Andy blushes a deep crimson and Miranda just smiles as she pulls away and grabs an alcohol wipe to sterilize the skin. Andy tries to control their breathing while Miranda preps to give the shot. Their grip on the counter tightens when she grabs the syringe and takes the safety cap off.
"Andy, darling, I need you to relax, okay. Take some deep breaths for me."
Andy nods and takes a couple deep and controlled breathes before they stutter out, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm like this."
"You do not need to apologize, handsome. Now I want you to look up at the ceiling for me and take a nice big deep breath."
Andy looks up at the ceiling and feels Miranda pinch part of their thigh. She waits until he takes a deep inhale to push the needle into the skin. She takes her time slowly injecting the medicine into Andy's thigh before pulling the needle out and placing it into the sharps container.
"See that wasn't too bad now was it?" She asks as she places a bandaid over the injection site just incase it bleeds a little.
Andy finally takes their eyes off the ceiling and looks at Miranda. They nod and let out a sigh of relief while Miranda gently massages the injection area.
"You did so well darling. I'm so proud of you, my handsome prince." Miranda leans in and captures Andy's lips in a soft kiss. Andy instantly melts into his lovers embrace. All the anxiety and stress fades as they get lost in the feeling of Miranda's lips. As she deepens the kiss Andy can feel his veins turn to fire. They try to stay quiet but then Miranda starts to kiss their jaw Andy can't hold back the whimper that leaves his mouth or stop his hips from lifting off the counter.
"Mmm such a needy boy," Miranda teases. She kisses down Andy's neck, running her hands up his thighs till she reaches his hips and starts playing with the waistband of his boxers.
"Sorry it's just the meds," Andy pants, throwing his head back as Miranda continues her assault on his neck.
"Oh don't be sorry pretty boy. I love it when you get needy for me after your shot."
Those words only add fuel to the fire in Andy's veins. They grip the counter trying to regain some semblance of control over himself.
But he fails ultimately giving into the desire, moaning out, "Fuck Miranda," as he tries to move her hand into his boxers.
Miranda smacks his hand away and looks up at him, "Ah, ah, ah, use your manners. I've taught you better, Andy."
"I..i..please Miranda I need you. Please touch me."
"There's my good boy," Miranda whispers as she finally slips her fingers into the waistband of Andy's boxers and pulls them down his legs.
"Well look at that, someone's excited," she mutters looking down at Andy's erect tdick.
"Miranda, please," Andy whines softly with a small pout.
"Mmm such a needy puppy." Miranda smirks as she wraps her index finger and thumb around Andy's member. A high-pitched whine falls from Andy's lips as Miranda strokes the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"I think you've gotten bigger."
"R..re..really?"
"Mhmm," Miranda hums as kneels down, her eyes trained on Andy's pulsing tdick, taking a second to admire her lovers beauty. When Andy first started on T he was barely at half an inch but now they've grown to atleast two inches in length. Miranda leans forward and starts kissing up Andy's thighs. Her lips ghost over where Andy wants her most drawing a choked whimper from his throat.
"So handsome," Miranda mutters as she lifts the hem of Andy's t-shirt and starts kissing down Andy's dark happy trail until she reaches his mound. Miranda takes her time worshipping the dark curls before she takes Andy's member into her mouth. She moans at the salty, musky taste as she wraps her tongue around the sensitive member, causing Andy to squirm above her.
"Ohhh god, Miranda…Miranda please."
Deep moans emanate from Andy's chest as Miranda brings them closer and closer to climax.
"That's it handsome come for mommy," Miranda mumbles around his tdick. Her tongue swirls around the tip while she watches with fiery eyes as Andy clenches his jaw. He threads his fingers through her short, silver hair pulling her even closer. Andy let's out an animalistic moan as he comes undone, flooding Miranda's mouth with his release. Miranda slows down her movements as she helps Andy come down from his orgasm.
She barely has a second to stand up and breathe before Andy is off the counter and pinning her to the wall. He leans forward and licks his own juices off Miranda's chin, pulling a surprised moan from the older woman. Andy pulls away looking Miranda up an down with hungry eyes.
"You are overdressed," Andy growls before he starts kissing and biting down Miranda's neck. Miranda bites her lip, trying to stifle a moan as Andy continues to place open mouth kisses on her skin.
A soft groan slips from her throat as she pushes Andy away, who looks at her like a kicked puppy, before she utters, "Bed now."
Andy's face lights up at the demand while Miranda grabs their shirt and practically drags them out of the bathroom. The second Miranda sits on the bed Andy is on his knees between the older woman's legs. He reaches up, trying to unbuckle Miranda's belt with shaky hands.
Miranda stops his hands before whispering, "Calm down puppy, mommy's not going anywhere."
Andy looks up at her, his wide eyes glazed over as he nods. Miranda lets go of his hands and leans back on her palms, watching Andy quickly unbuckle her pants and drag them down her legs. He takes a second to admire the cerulean Kiki De Montparnasse panties Miranda has on before slipping them off and tossing them aside.
Andy looks up at Miranda with a smirk as he kisses up her legs slowly leaving marks on the soft skin. He takes his time making his way to where Miranda wants him most. She gets annoyed with his teasing and grabs his hair pulling him to her cunt. Andy takes the hint and slips his tongue through Miranda's slit dragging it from her entrance to her sensitive clit.
Miranda keeps her grip on Andy's short curls as he eats her out like a man starved. The breathy moans that escape from Miranda only spur Andy on as he circles her clit.
"God Miranda, you taste so fucking good," Andy moans out before he slides his tongue into her soaked entrance. His hands grab the soft, plush flesh of Miranda's thighs with a bruising grip before placing her legs over his shoulders. He thrust his tongue in and out lazily, savoring the salty taste of her as his chin becomes coated in her juices.
"Ohh puppy. God yes, just like that. Don't stop, don't you dare stop."
Andy just smirks as he replaces his tongue with his fingers, making sure to curl them against that spot that has Miranda seeing stars. He keeps his eyes locked onto Miranda's face. Her body starts to shake and her breathing becomes ragged when Andy wraps his lips around her clit. He flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud simultaneously thrusting his fingers in and out of her. Suddenly Miranda's body tenses. Her finger grip the bed sheets with a white-knuckle grip as a long desperate moan rips through her throat. Her vision blurs and the coil in her stomach finally snaps.
Andy smiles and begins to thrust his fingers against that spongy spot inside Miranda's sensitive walls again. Miranda lets out a strangled moan and goes to grab Andy's wrist but Andy is faster. He quickly stands up and pins Miranda's above her head still thrusting his fingers into her at a bruising pace.
"No, no, let me make you feel good," Andy whispers as he straddles Miranda's thigh and hides his face in her neck. He can tell Miranda is already close again with how hard she's squeezing his fingers.
"Come on, please. Please be a good girl for me." Andy's begging is the final straw sending Miranda over the edge for the second time in a matter of seconds. Andy feels Miranda's warm release gush out and coat his hand. He lets her catch her breath before gently removing his cum-soaked fingers from her. He stares at them for a second then starts licking the cloudy fluid from his finger.He moans loudly as he sucks every ounce of Miranda's cum from his fingers not wanting to waste a drop.
The older woman looks up at them with lust clouded eyes before uttering, "You aren't going to share."
Andy doesn't get a chance to respond before Miranda's lips are attacking his. Her tongue slides into his mouth and she moans, tasting her own release. Andy groans and melts into Miranda's touch as he starts to rock his hips against Miranda's thigh.
"Such a needy fucking puppy, aren't you? Humping mommy's thigh like a mutt in rut."
"S..sorry," Andy groans against her neck trying to stop humping Miranda's leg.
"Did I say stop?"
"N..no."
"Then keep going needy boy, keep humping mommy's thigh," Miranda whispers, her teeth graze the sensitive spot under Andy's ear and she hears a small groan escape his lips. Her hands make their way down to his hips, guiding the movements along her leg, she bites down, leaving a deep red mark on the soft skin.
"Mmm Mirandaaa."
"Awww is my puppy going to come already?" Miranda teases as she flexes her thigh causing a long needy whimper to leave Andy's mouth. His tdick slides against her soft skin at the perfect angle. He tries to hide his face in the crook of Miranda's neck, his hand grabbing onto Miranda's now sweat soaked dress shirt.
"No, no, none of that. Look at me Andy, I want to see your face when I make you come." Miranda grabs his chin making him look at her passion filled eyes while she guides him to ecstasy.
Miranda watches Andy's eyes roll back and purrs softly, "That's it, that's it pretty boy, come for me, come on, come for me."
A desperate moan rips through Andy's throat as his body shakes on top of Miranda and everything goes white. Miranda holds them close and rubs his back, helping Andy come down from his orgasm, his body still twitching every couple of seconds.
After a minute or two he finally calms down and looks at Miranda with pleading eyes as he asks, "One more?"
"You are trying to kill me aren't you, handsome."
Andy looks at her with puppy eyes and begs, "Please, just one more."
"One more," Miranda mutters as she leans in and kisses him.
Andy pulls away quickly, standing up on shaky legs and walking over to the nightstand. Miranda takes off her sweat soaked shirt and bra, tossing them to the side as she moves to the middle of the bed. Her eyes roaming over Andy's naked form, watching him grab the harness and strap. He slips on the harness with shaky hands, feeling the weight of Miranda's gaze on him while tightening the straps and securing the purple strap on.
Once everything is in place Andy crawls onto the bed kneeling in between Miranda's legs. His eyes roam over her naked body taking in her beautiful figure. He leans down and kisses the soft skin of her belly. Mainly focusing on the sliver stretch marks and the faded scar from having a c-section.
"You are gorgeous," Andy mutters, the words falling from his lips like a prayer.
"I can't believe you're mine."
Miranda feels her neck and cheeks grow warmer at Andy's words. He kisses every inch of her body, making sure she knows how beautiful he finds her. When he finally slides into her Miranda gasps, her arms instantly wrap around Andy's frame as he slowly sinks into her.
"God you feel so good, Miranda," Andy whines like they could feel her warm walls clench around the strap. He start to slowly rock his hips but soon looses himself to pleasure. Their thrusts become erratic like an over-excited puppy. Miranda's low moans spur him on. Her nails leave angry red scratches down his back as the pleasure becomes overwhelming.
"Fuckkk..I…I wanna fill you up," he moans and whines into the side of Miranda's neck. His thrust becoming sloppier and sloppier as the harness rubs against his tdick in just the right way.
Miranda notices immediately and smirks before flipping them both so Andy ends up on his back. Miranda moans out as the strap settles deep in her core.
"Oh god, puppy you feel so good."
Andy's eyes glazed over as he takes in the view of Miranda on top of him. His hands instantly trail up her thighs to her hips, trying to guide Miranda's movements.
Miranda stops him, gently wrapping a hand around their throat, "No, no puppy. Let mommy do all the thinking. Your dumb little puppy brain is too far gone."
A needy whimper claws it's way from Andy's throat, his eyes focusing on the strap buried between Miranda's thighs. She rolls her hips slowly, the hand around Andy's throat squeezing in time with her hips. Miranda smirks, her eyes locked onto Andy's face watching his breath catch in his throat and his eyes roll back.
"Awww does that feel good? Does my dumb little puppy like when mommy rides their cock?"
All Andy can do is nod his head and whine, enamored by the woman above him. She leans down and pulls Andy into a heated kiss. He tries his best to keep still but the harness hits their tdick in a way that has him wriggling beneath Miranda.
"M..m…Miranda I'm gonna—"
Andy gets cuts off by Miranda tightening her grip on their neck, whispering, "No, you aren't going to come. You are going to wait for mommy. Understand?"
Andy nods, their vison darkening around the edges from the loss of blood flow. Miranda slowly loosens her grip and the rush of blood to his head causes a high unlike any other.
Miranda notices how Andy's eyes light up as her grip lightens. She leans down, her nose brushing Andy's cheek, purring into his ear, "Oh? Do you like that puppy? Maybe we should get you a pretty collar."
"Yes, god, yes please."
"Well, if you are a good puppy we will go shopping this weekend."
"Really?" Andy asks his eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree.
"Yeah," she mutters as she sits up, pulling Andy up with her.
Andy watches Miranda throw her head back in pleasure, enthralled by the beautiful woman riding him. His hands slide down and grab Miranda's ass, helping her grind down on the strap. Which causes more pressure on Andy's member.
Miranda groans, her one hand sinking into Andy's soft curls. The other grabs his shoulder, her nails biting into the skin. Andy's hot breath ghosts over Miranda's flushed skin before her leans forward, taking her nipple into his mouth.
Miranda's breathing starts to become ragged, her moans coming out broken and breathy, "Oh god Andy. Ju..just like that, just like that love."
Andy looks up and is instantly captivated by the sight before him. Her head is thrown back in pleasure, the lamps paint her in a soft golden light. Her skin is flushed and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Her hair sticks to her forehead and Andy swears he's never seen something more angelic.
Her breath hitches in her throat and she pulls Andy close, moaning out, "Ohhhh God, fuck, come with me. Come with me Andy. Come on fill mommy up."
That's all Andy needs for the coil in his stomach to snap and he floods the bed sheet with his juices. Miranda falls over seconds later. She rest her forehead against Andy's, both of them panting as they come down from their highs.
Andy wraps his arms around Miranda's torso, supporting her as her body slumps against him. He places soft kisses along her shoulder which pulls a soft whine from the older woman.
A low chuckle leaves Andy's lips as he mutters, "Well it seems I need another shower."
"Bath. You have taken away my ability to use my legs."
Andy laughs and helps Miranda off the strap. She rolls onto the bed glaring up at Andy as he laughs.
"I love you," he whispers before placing a kiss on Miranda's temple.
"I love you too," Miranda grumbles trying to hide the smirk on her lips. She watches Andy take off the harness and put it aside to be cleaned. Then he walks into the bathroom and starts the bath. Miranda closes her eyes for a second and the next thing she feels is Andy carefully picking her up.
Her eyes flutter open to find Andy carrying her over to the filled bathtub. She hums quietly leaning into them as he settles into the warm water with her in his lap.
"You are so beautiful, Miranda."
Miranda blushes and looks up at Andy with a small grin, muttering,"Thank you, handsome."
Andy leans down and kisses her before starting to wash her hair and body. A comfortable silence falling over them while they relax, curled up together in the warm water.