#anyways clapton davis bisexual nation

[xcherryerim]

clapton fic where hes just so so bisexual and also the reader is male and clapton is so so bisexual btw

I don’t write for male readers specifically BUT I wanna give MA BOYS 🗣️ a little something (inspired by uh something that happened to me a long time ago AH)

Clapton x amab reader

SMALL SMUT THING IDK | MDNI | +18 ONLY

tw: coming out (kinda) | Oral sex (male reader receiver) | inexperienced Clapton | soft dom reader x submissive clapton 🫶🏻

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As Clapton played the song, the lyrics echoed through the room, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of anticipation as the words "I wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead" resonated within you.

The intense emotion behind those lyrics seemed to speak volumes about what he was trying to convey. Once the melody faded away, leaving only the lingering notes in the air, you locked eyes with him, your eyebrows slightly arched in curiosity.

With a calm yet firm tone, you posed the question, "Is this your way of coming out to me?" Your expression mirrored his, conveying both suspicion and concern for his well-being.

Clapton hesitated, his hands fidgeting nervously in his lap, before finally responding with a soft,

"Maybe..."

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"Fuck, you look absolutely adorable on your knees," you teased, as Clapton attempted to position himself comfortably to accommodate your length.

As he paused to catch his breath, you could see the determination and eagerness in his eyes. When he looked up at you, his face was flushed with embarrassment and nerves, barely able to form a coherent sentence.

"Shut up..." he stuttered softly, his voice barely audible.

With a smirk on your face, you countered, "Who told you to stop sucking?" Leaning forward, you gazed down at Clapton, taking in the sight that was both erotic and endearing all at once.

His cheeks reddened even further as he sighed, a mixture of irritation and embarrassment evident in his features. "Alright, alright... You're right," he conceded sheepishly. Gently kissing the tip of your erection, Clapton paused one last time before taking you back into his warm, wet mouth.

"Just give me a moment, please," he pleaded, his voice muffled but earnest. "This is my first time with a guy... at least like this.”

Clapton confessed, his voice trembling with a mix of apprehension and vulnerability. His eyes met yours, revealing the truth of his experience with guys - or lack thereof - in this intimate act. You felt a surge of understanding and empathy wash over you, knowing that this was uncharted territory for him.

Gently placing a hand on his shoulder, you offered reassurance and encouragement. "Take your time, I trust you," you whispered, giving him permission to proceed at his own pace.

Sensing your support, Clapton took a deep breath, his fingers tightening around your thigh as he prepared to resume his task. His lips glided slowly along the length of you, teasing and tasting as if savoring each sensation. The combination of his inexperience and genuine desire made the moment all the more intimate and special between the two of you.