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Intersex!T’Challa test (NSFW 18+ T’Cherik, Explicit)

I really like the idea of intersex T’Challa so I thought I’d try writing it. And it’s a smut test, as well as getting used to writing in past tense again. I’ve added Erik’s outfit, y’all are gonna have to use your imagination for T’Challa’s.

Erik and Sam went to the gym every day without rest apart from Sunday, Sunday was Sam’s day to relax his muscles. Sam wore a grey jumper and sage shorts whereas Erik wore something more professional for a gym – a black utility shirt, utility pants and underneath compressive tights. Wanting to focus beforehand Erik pushed his earphones in before they left the car and started his playlist with Kendrick Lamar’s DNA. When they walked in Sam started on the treadmill to work on cardio so he could keep up with his friend who he always felt had some sort of enhanced advantage and left Erik to begin on the weights.

Erik sat on the machine, spreading his arms to get a grip on both ends of the machine and began pushing his hands together. Working out gave Erik something to vent his frustrations into something productive and he enjoyed it. After a minute he increased the weight of the weights getting bored with not having a challenge and soon he began to feel the sweat form on his body. When he continued his shirt only got damper and it absorbed the sweat well in comparison to his previous shirt which clung to his body and caused frustration. Now he was listening to MGK’s Alpha Omega and he began to push harder.

His mind was focused and driven to exceed his limits. The music pushed him and he frowned with every rep, every push came with a grunt until he was finished and he leaned back panting and sweating heavily. When he opened his eyes, his focus disappeared and it was not because he had stopped working out. It was because of who he saw walk into the gym. He had no idea who this stranger was but he couldn’t stop looking.

His eyes trailed from the knees up and Erik couldn’t help but stare at this man. His beautifully dark skin that had a glow to it, his thighs, even his waist. The man was wearing a sleeveless dark grey compression shirt and black compression tights and when he swiveled his body Erik got a chance to appreciate the man’s behind. But he felt disrespectful for looking and worried he’d get caught so he resumed working out by going to the punching bag. He swung and ducked as if the bag were a real person and threw every punch with power so each thud could be heard beyond the music he was listening to. But again, he found himself distracted shortly after.

Now this man was stretching his body like he was doing yoga. His arms spread across and his legs were spread to a distant, then he moved his hands upwards before reaching down and when he did, Erik felt his jaw drop. This man had an amazing ass and Erik couldn’t think straight once he first caught a glimpse. He stared like an idiot until the man finished stretching and turned, catching Erik turn his head straight away. Erik felt the heat in his cheeks and felt stupid but he looked again and the man was still looking at him. But this time he had a curious expression and a smile.

“Fuck, there’s no getting out of this...” Erik moaned to himself. He approached the man and once again found himself in a spell over his body. He cleared his throat awkwardly and stood within distance across the man. If he got too close the stranger would probably hear the lust in his mind. “Wassup? I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me.”

The man couldn’t hold his laugh and extended a hand.

“I am sure it was the other way around? My name is T’Challa,” the stranger introduced.

Erik knew he had been caught and chuckled, scratching the back of his head. His accent was beautiful, deep and strong. It was full of confidence and also sexiness.

“I’m Erik. Erik Stevens. Sorry about staring, but you have a really good body!” Erik insisted. He wasn’t lying either. T’Challa looked with embarrassment as if he didn’t want Erik to know how much the compliment meant to him. The corner of his mouth twitched and raised into a smirk which allowed Erik to identify that T’Challa was interested.

“Thank you, you are in good shape yourself,” T’Challa added. Erik bit his lip and grinned after which gave T’Challa a glimpse of his golden dentures, shiny highlights in two rows of crystal white, perfect teeth. With one hand he moved his dreads out of his face and looked at T’Challa’s curls. How good it would feel to run his fingers through them. How luxurious they must have smelt. It drove him crazy not knowing what it felt and smelt like to act on these thoughts so he clenched his jaw and went for it.

“I...uh...thank you, firstly. Would you maybe...wanna go out sometime?” Erik asked. He was kicking himself mentally but it seemed to impress T’Challa who stood there with an eager smile on his face and narrow eyes that examined the man in front of him.

“I’d like that Erik. I-”

Erik heard a faint vibration and watched T’Challa reach into his tights, under the compression shorts and read ‘Under Armour’ as T’Challa pulled a phone out and answered it. Fuck did he want to be that phone resting against T’Challa’s waist.

“Hello? Yes Bucky, I fed Toby. He’s probably running around somewhere, you know how cats are. Uh...fine, I will be there soon.”

He hung up the phone and raised his shirt to wedge the phone in his shorts again which kept Erik’s mind flowing with imagination.

“Sorry about that, my roommate and I have a cat, and it’s more problematic than it should be. I must go now but if you want we can arrange something tomorrow?”

Erik turned to Sam who was still working out.

“Do you have to go so soon? I’m sure it won’t get lost...” Erik pleaded, smirking and rubbing T’Challa’s arm. The touch made T’Challa’s hairs stand on his arms.

“I-I really should,” he insisted but he knew he felt something else. He couldn’t fight his urges as he kept looking at Erik and gave in. “Oh Bast...let’s go...”

The cat could wait. Or get lost. It was his roommate's anyway.

T’Challa practically dragged Erik to the changing room and Erik found an ‘Out of Order’ sign on the floor. His eyes flared and a devilish grin formed as he hung it on the outside and locked the door.

“Hello?” Erik asked loudly, looking around for anyone and nobody was in sight. T’Challa took his shirt off and so did Erik. They approached each other slowly and fused their lips, kissing passionately enough to move their hands down to the other man’s waist. Erik moved down from T’Challa’s lips to his neck, then chest, concluding at the stomach and slowly rested T’Challa on a wooden bench. “Try not to make too much noise, aight?”

Erik began rubbing T’Challa’s thighs at a low pace, and it earned him multiple moans from T’Challa. His hands traced the thick, warm meat back and forth, caressing with delicacy. His palms were gentle but firm enough to get a noise from T’Challa who bit his lip and frowned to minimize the noise. The squeezes that occurred randomly nearly made him buck as they felt so good. Erik wanted to get under the tights but this was good enough. His trailing hands worked wonders on T’Challa and he felt himself becoming susceptible to gratitude in his tights. Erik was making him hard, and wet too.

“Fuck...that’s so hot...you-your hands are so good,” T’Challa stuttered, coming under the spell of Erik’s caressing.

“You like that huh? These thick thighs are beautiful as fuck, I just wanna touch them forever...”

Once his hands reached the inside of his thighs, T’Challa had to use a hand to contain the noises he was capable of releasing. Erik squeezed again and T’Challa hissed because this was torture. He was on the brink of climaxing and screaming already, and he hadn’t even taken his tights off. Erik noticed the bulge aching to be tended to, retracing its shape pushing against T’Challa’s tights with his hands. T’Challa felt the tingling sensation between his legs enhance, and he was getting wetter. Erik moved down and felt a wet patch, grinning at the feeling of damp between T’Challa’s legs.

“Shit, you’re wet as fuck right now. You need me to help you?"

T’Challa nodded in a submissive state, almost ashamed of how desperate he was to cum.

“Say it...say you need to cum.”

T’Challa panted and looked at Erik with pleading eyes.

“Please...I need to cum!” T’Challa hissed. He felt his dick twitch-scratch that, throb, and his pussy was aching for Erik’s treatment. Erik rubbed his hand over T’Challa’s wetness and caressed, pushing him to arch his back. His hands paced back and forth, rubbing firmly and causing T’Challa to moan loudly. Erik stopped for a second and pulled T’Challa’s tights and shorts down to his knees, sticking his finger in the small pool of moisture in the middle of the bunched-up clothes.

“So wet...”

Erik pushed his thumb against the clit, rubbing and circling the thumb against it which made T’Challa almost breathless. When he pushed two fingers into T’Challa with no words, T’Challa felt overwhelmed and made a noise that made Erik want to cum. T’Challa couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed Erik’s dreads, arching his back as much as he could when Erik used his other hand to grab his member. He was being fingered and jerked off, and now there was no hiding the noises.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

“Shhh, baby...” Erik chuckled, knowing how difficult it was for T’Challa to oblige. He picked up the speed with his fingers and T’Challa felt his legs go weak, his face was so hot right now and he was a moaning mess. With his legs wide open, T’Challa wanted to close up but couldn’t, Erik trapped one leg around his left shoulder and the other foot was in an open locker, pushing against the base of it. His fingers went so, so fast now and T’Challa was grunting and moaning, pulling on Erik dreads and his other hand dug into the skin on Erik’s back. But he didn’t care.

“Erik! I’m going to cum!”

“Go on baby...cum for me. Fuck it, cum on me...”

The nature of his sentence was so sexy and his voice was so deep Erik felt T’Challa’s pussy tighten, clenching into his fingers. They were soaked and Erik’s evil look was teasing T’Challa. The look that read and said ‘cum now...do it’. T’Challa began seeing stars, feeling orgasms build up in both areas and Erik could see it.

“What’s first? Tell me.”

“My pussy!”

T’Challa couldn’t contain it and screamed, he began to cum on Erik’s fingers and when Erik didn’t remove his fingers he squirted viciously, soaking Erik’s beard. But Erik wasn’t finished with him. Erik put maximum thrust in his hand while jerking T’Challa off and T’Challa screamed again.

“FUCK!” He screamed, releasing all over Erik’s face and it took a while. His scream died down and he finished, groaning and moaning. He was limp after and slumped back onto the bench. Erik licked his fingers clean of T’Challa’s climax and allowed one look from T’Challa before he headed to the showers to wash himself off.

After five minutes, T’Challa limped to the showers and joined him. The image of Erik with cum all over his face, settling into his beard and trickling down his lips stuck in T’Challa’s mind for the rest of the day. They exchanged numbers and kissed one last time before parting ways. Erik went home to sleep with T’Challa in his dreams and T’Challa couldn’t concentrate when he went home to help his roommate find Thomas. Or Tony. Todd? Whatever the fuck the cat’s name was...

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