“Alright,” he agreed, catching how uninterested the word sounded in response to the proposition. He forced a smile and reached forward, grazing his fingertips over Ben’s fist. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like that.”
“I feel like you’re not sure you want to be here.”
“I’m very sure I want to be here,” he promised. “I just have a lot on my mind.”
Ben cocked his head to the side, stroking himself slowly while he appraised Thomas again. He hadn’t shoved Thomas’s hand off, and his fingers moved in time with Ben’s, up and down the length of his shaft.
“I can help you with that,” Ben offered.
“I know.” Nothing could have been closer to the truth.
“Can I come sit on your face?” Ben asked, scooching up his chest. “I want to feed this cock into your throat, Thomas. Is that okay?”
Thomas shuddered, managing a nod as his lashes fluttered closed.
“I like when you talk like that,” he whispered.
“I won’t stop then.” Ben leaned over for the condom and the lube. “I want you to put this on first. Be ready because I want you inside of me as soon as I come.”
“Not before?”
“After.”
Ben moved higher up his body, and Thomas dragged his hands up Ben’s thighs until he was hard to reach. Ben’s balls dragged against his chin, then his asshole, and Ben raised up onto his knees enough that he could point his cock straight down onto Thomas’s panting tongue. He fumbled between his own legs, only able to get the condom on blind because he’d done it so many times before. He dripped lube onto himself and cradled the heavy weight of his balls in his palm as his cock began to harden a second time.
“Ready?” Ben asked.
He nodded and flicked his tongue against the underside of Ben’s crown. Ben made a rough sound and angled downward, sliding his dick into Thomas’s mouth.
“God, Thomas,” Ben moaned, using his hand to cover the parts of his erection Thomas’s mouth couldn’t reach. “I love how you suck me.”
“I can barely get my mouth around you like this,” he mumbled. His latex-covered cock thickened in his hand.
“That’s fine,” Ben grunted, falling forward a little to get deeper. “Open me up while I fuck your mouth.”
Thomas’s body went rigid, a flash of fear tearing through him. He’d never done that before, not even to himself, and he didn’t want to do it wrong. He didn’t want to hurt Ben, but most of all, he didn’t want Ben to know he was so new to this. It couldn’t be that difficult to put a slippery finger inside of someone’s ass, he debated himself, comparing it to a cunt just long enough for him to calm down and get his lube-slick fingers between Ben’s ass cheeks.
He traced Ben’s hot rim with the pad of his forefinger until Ben cursed his name. Thomas mentally crossed his fingers while actually putting one of them inside of another man’s body for the first time. Ben’s ass was hotter than he’d imagined, hotter than he’d even felt the night before around his cock. The latex had done an amazing job at dulling the sensation, and in response to feeling it for the first time, he sealed his mouth around the length of Ben’s dick available to him, sucking ravenously.
Ben laughed softly, not in a mocking way, but sounding pleased and aroused, rocking back and forth to alternate between shoving his cock down Thomas’s tongue and riding his finger.
“Another one,” Ben rasped, and Thomas added his middle finger.
The second one was more of a stretch, and Ben made a high-pitched noise as he got it inside that had Thomas’s cock pulsating with desperation.
“Just like that.” Ben worked himself open with Thomas’s fingers, precum leaking from his cock against Thomas’s tongue and mouth to signal the approach of his orgasm.
“Thomas, I’m serious,” Ben said, voice trembling. “Once I come, I want you inside of me. However it has to happen.”
“Don’t worry.” Thomas speared his fingers deeper, teasing a third, but knowing it wouldn’t fit. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Ben’s hole flexed around his finger and his cock swelled, spurting hot jets of sticky white cum against Thomas’s open mouth. He licked his lips, getting a taste of the salty release, and at the same time, he pulled his hand free. Thomas grabbed Ben around his slim waist and dragged him down, seating him on his now fully hard cock with one quick pump of his hips.
“Oh.” Ben’s lashes fluttered, but Thomas didn’t give him a chance to recover. Ben was muscled, but still smaller, and Thomas bounced him up and down with such force, the last remnants of Ben’s cum splattered out of his cock and painted both of their chests. It didn’t take long for Thomas’s second orgasm to sneak up, but he wasn’t ready for the night to end.
He slammed Ben down, burying his cock deeper than he’d reached the night before, and he clenched his teeth, grunting from the pain and the force of staving off his own release.
“Don’t stop.” Ben smacked his hands like he was trying to coax a horse into a gallop. “Please don’t stop. Please.”
