THOMAS
Thomas had beenon edge all day.
Literally.
Ben had woken him up an hour before his alarm, hot mouth wrapped around his cock and slick fingers teasing against his hole. Ben brought him to the edge three times, then leaned back, wiped his fingers on his thighs, and offered to make him coffee to go. Thomas had intended to jack off in the shower, but the touch of his own hand felt like sandpaper against his dick, so he ignored his half-hard cock and busied himself with getting clean and then ready for work.
In the kitchen, Ben had met him with swollen lips and a smirk, handed him his coffee, and promised to see him later. Ben had no idea about the world of hurt he would be in for when Thomas got home from work, or maybe he did. This was a game they’d started to play as they eased into new routines together, learning and testing limits and boundaries in all of the best ways.
When Ben got like that, it was his torturous way of asking to get fucked though the wall, and Thomas was more than willing to oblige him. He’d gotten more accustomed to taking Ben’s cock up his own ass, but there was something to be said for the way he could take Ben apart from the top too.
But he’d struggled through the day and come out the other end. He’d grabbed a late lunch with Owen, who’d become more of a friend than he’d expected, and he talked to Kenzie on the phone while he drove home. They rarely talked about Jennifer—or Dakota—but sometimes she had important news to share. Today brought the update that Jennifer and Jarrod had broken up, which didn’t surprise him, and Dakota had moved in with his mother, which did. Trent had apparently made good on his promise to leave, and instead of being the adult he was, Dakota had retreated back to the safety of Jennifer’s consolation. It felt fitting that the two of them ended up under the same roof, left to think about the repercussions of their miserable and selfish actions.
Before saying goodbye, he promised Kenzie brunch on Saturday with her girlfriend and Ben, then he put his phone on do not disturb and took the stairs to Ben’s apartment. He let himself in with the key Ben had given him, as he often did these days, catching Ben off-guard in the bathroom. He’d just showered, but the smell of chlorine permeated the apartment, and Thomas knew he’d been for a swim.
“You’re off early,” Ben said, using his hand to shake the water out of his hair. The bath towel hung low around his hips, the sharp V of muscle pointing right where Thomas wanted to go the most.
“I had a hard day,” he said.
Ben’s mouth twitched into a smirk and he adjusted his hold on the towel. He hadn’t even had time to knot it. “Did you now?”
He made an affirmative noise in the back of his throat while he worked loose the knot on his tie. Ben’s eyes flickered toward the navy blue and pink floral strip of fabric, and he dropped the towel at his feet.
“Very hard,” he confirmed, dragging his tongue across the front of his teeth. He draped his tie over his shoulder, then removed his belt. He dropped it on the floor and they both watched it land, half on the tile, half on the towel.
“Was that my fault?” Ben asked.
“Very much.”
“Are you going to take it out on me?”
He chuckled, shaking his head even though the answer was yes. This was exactly what he wanted and exactly what Ben had been angling for in the morning when he’d worked Thomas into an absolute uncontrolled frenzy.
“Do you think I should?” he asked.
“Probably best,” Ben rasped.
“Give me your hands, then.”
This was a new thing for them, newer than the rest, but Ben produced his wrists, underside turned up and arms extended. Thomas made quick work, leaving enough space between the silk and Ben’s skin that it could breathe before he knotted the tie twice. The knots were sturdy and he knew he’d need scissors to get the material separated, but he had no qualms about losing a tie to the cause.
He wrapped the loose end of the material around his fingers and led Ben through the apartment and into the bedroom. Ben’s arms fell, the silk lying over his already hard cock, and Thomas licked his lips while he worked open the buttons of his dress shirt.
“Leave it on,” Ben whispered, chewing his bottom lip between his teeth. His pupils were shot, dark black pools of want that implored Thomas to debauch him.
“Hmn?”
“Leave your clothes on,” Ben said. “Fuck me with your clothes on.”
“You think I’m fucking you?” He undid his fly and pulled his cock out from his underwear, staying dressed. He could touch himself finally, but he knew once he buried himself inside of Ben’s body, he would burst.
“I can’t very well fuck you,” Ben rasped, raising his bound hands in the air.
“Oh.” He tutted his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “I bet you could. But that’s not in your cards today, Benjamin.”
Thomas moved quickly, grabbing the lube with one hand and bending Ben over the bed with the other. Ben arched his ass up, and Thomas pressed the small of his back, holding him down against the sheets. He flipped open the lube with his other hand and poured it down his cock. The slippery liquid ran down his length, coating his cock, his balls, and his slacks. Nothing a little dry cleaning couldn’t fix. He made sure the whole of his erection shone with lube, and he pushed the head of his cock against Ben’s hole and snapped his hips forward.
The tip of his dick breached that tight ring of muscle, and Thomas growled, easing in deeper and spreading Ben wider.
