“Shit,” he muttered, every muscle in his stomach convulsing.
Thomas hummed a pleased sound and slipped lower, hollowing his cheeks and sucking as he moved.
Ben groaned, licking his lips and trying not to count the strands of gray in Thomas’s hair. The interest didn’t have anything to do with Thomas’s age, merely his proximity. While they, of course, had been that close in the past, Ben hadn’t ever allowed himself to watch so intently, to study, to focus. It was clear Thomas was doing the same, his brow furrowed as he bobbed up and down the length of Ben’s cock, his fingers swirling a devastatingly enjoyable circle around the soft bundle of nerves inside of Ben’s body.
“Do you want to fuck tonight?” he managed to ask, fingers tightening in Thomas’s hair.
With an agonizing slowness, Thomas licked his way toward the tip of Ben’s cock before letting it slide out of his mouth. His lips were shiny from spit and swollen, and Ben wanted more than anything to kiss him. Instead he bit his lips together between his teeth and waited for Thomas’s answer.
“The way we have been,” Thomas said.
“I wasn’t asking if you wanted to bottom.”
“Maybe another time.”
“I’m talking about tonight,” he said.
“Yes.” Thomas shifted, revealing his own erection—long, and thick, and swollen between his legs.
“Then you have to stop. I don’t want to come yet.”
“Was it that good?”
He huffed out a quiet laugh. “Yes, but also the prostate.”
Slowly, Thomas withdrew his fingers, nostrils flaring when Ben’s hole gaped after his exit.
“I don’t want to come before we fuck,” Thomas said with a small frown.
“Do you think it feels that good?”
“You look like you ran a mile and I’ve only been between your legs for five minutes.”
“Did you want me to show you what it feels like?” he asked.
“I have a toy,” Thomas suggested.
Ben was suddenly aware of the sweat on his forehead and his temples. He really had been doing the work to fend off his orgasm apparently. He hadn’t even realized because he’d been so transfixed watching the way Thomas’s burgeoning confidence turned him into a sexier version of his already sexy self, but those four simple words caught him entirely off-guard.
“A toy?” Ben reached between his legs and tugged his balls away from his body with a grunt.
“A prostate massager,” Thomas said. “It’s small. The man at the store said you just put it in and it vibrates against you there.”
“I know what a prostate massager is,” he said. He just didn’t understand why almost-virgin Thomas would have one.
“I haven’t gotten up the courage to try it yet.”
“Did you want to now?” he asked. “You could wear it while we…”
“Fuck,” Thomas filled in the blank.
“Yes.”
“Will you put it in for me?” Thomas’s cock spasmed against his stomach, precum beading at his slit. “I’ve never done that before.”
Ben scrubbed a hand down his face and sat up. “Yeah. Stand up and bend over the bed. That might be the easiest way to get it in. Where is it?”
“Top drawer, in the back.”
