“You did.” Ben pulled a condom and the lube out of his drawer. “But it’s fine. Did you want to top again?”
Now it was Thomas’s turn to scrunch his nose at the dismissive way Ben talked about the things they were going to do together. He almost opened his mouth to say something about it, but stopped himself before the words reached his throat. The last thing he wanted was to be called a hypocrite, and he had no intention of treating Ben any differently than he already had been.
“Yes,” he answered gruffly.
Ben shoved his shorts down to his ankles, bending over so sharply his body folded completely in half. His ass cheeks spread apart just enough to reveal the hint of his smooth, pink pucker, and Thomas inhaled deeply, readying himself. He’d had an erection by this point the night before, and he fought back an unexpected surge of panic that his cock still hung relatively limp against his thigh.
It had to be nerves, he told himself as he reached behind him and pulled his shirt over his head. He dropped it onto the floor before discarding his pants. He left his underwear on, and Ben gave him another one of those thoughtful, decision-making looks.
“I didn’t get a chance to tell you since you snuck out last night, but you have a really great cock.” Ben reached for his own cock and tugged it straight toward the floor. He released it and it bounced back, slapping against his stomach and leaving a smear of precum against his navel.
“Do I?”
Ben chewed his lip between his teeth and answered with a small nod. “Can I suck it?”
“Y-yes.”
Ben reached him before he had time to get his underwear off, and steady hands reached for Thomas’s trembling fingers, stilling him before he could follow through.
“I can take it from here.” Ben went to his knees with a measured grace, and he groaned, rubbing his cheek along the cotton-covered outline of Thomas’s soft cock.
Thomas tried to steady his breathing, to close his eyes, to think about the things they’d done the night before, but nothing worked when it came to slowing his frantic heart. Ben mouthed around the tip of his dick, his underwear growing wet from Ben’s tongue. Ben sucked him off like that, with the soaking cotton barrier between them, and finally…finally, Thomas’s cock began to swell.
“Get on the bed,” Ben whispered.
Thomas climbed onto the bed, settling against the soft pillows with an internal sigh. Ben was on him before his nerves had time to return, and this time he took Thomas’s underwear down before taking his cock back into his mouth. The heat and the strength of Ben’s tongue startled him and he cried out, hand flailing forward and grabbing Ben’s hair.
“Is this okay?” Ben asked, mouth hovering over the shiny tip of Thomas’s dick.
“Yes. Yes,” he apologized. “Just caught me off-guard.”
That earned him another one of those looks, but before it registered fully, Ben swallowed his whole cock down his throat. It wasn’t a difficult feat, Thomas mused, since he wasn’t even that hard, but Ben sucked him the same as he had the night before. He sucked and lapped and hollowed his cheeks until Thomas’s cock turned thick and long. Thomas closed his eyes when his vision went blurry and he felt the hard press of the sides of Ben’s teeth and the roof of his mouth.
Like there’d been no issue before, Thomas’s orgasm quickened, and with a burning heat in the base of his spine, it built until it was large enough to consume him.
“I’m really close,” he warned. “I’m gonna…”
That was all he had time to get out because Ben groaned, a rough vibration that traveled from the base of Thomas’s cock to every nerve ending in his body. He arched off the bed with a shout, holding Ben’s mouth down around him as he spilled onto the back of his tongue.
“Shit,” he cursed, falling back to the sheets.
Ben made a content little noise and let Thomas’s half-hard cock fall out of his mouth.
“Shit?” Ben asked.
Thomas’s breath caught in his throat because Ben looked…Ben looked sinful down there between his legs with his swollen lips and blown pupils. His cheeks were flushed and between his legs his cock sat hard and proud.
Ready.
“I came.”
“That’s the point of this.”
“Now I can’t fuck you.”
Ben chuckled and straddled Thomas’s waist, taking his cock into his hand. “Well, no. Not yet. But you could return the favor.”
Thomas had wanted to suck Ben’s cock again, so he didn’t hate the idea, but he couldn’t shake the worry about what kind of recovery period he was going to have.
