He scrambled off the bed and went to Thomas’s dresser, digging around through Thomas’s underwear drawer until he found the small black massager. Ben had one like it at home, and it was one of his favorite toys. He loved to wear it on nights when he wanted to spend hours with his cock in his hand. It was a little bit torturous, but he loved the way the constant vibration put him on edge while he teased his cock and balls. He checked the batteries, leaving it on the lowest setting while he poured some lube over the tip.
Thomas had bent over the bed, and Ben smoothed a hand down the subtle curve of the small of his back and over his ass. “I hope one day you want to see what it feels like to have a cock in your ass.”
“When I’m ready, you’ll be the first to know.” Thomas’s thighs trembled and so did his voice. Ben let out a slow breath and gently pressed the tip of the massager against Thomas’s hole.
“I’ll go slow. The vibration will help, but if you want me to stop, just tell me and I will.”
Thomas spread his legs wider. “Don’t stop.”
Ben pressed harder, the puckered rim of Thomas’s ass flaring out to make way for the small, bulbous end of the toy. Thomas sucked in a breath and Ben steadied him with a gentle hand against his back.
“Bear down a little. That’ll make it easier.”
Thomas did, and the toy sucked into him after that with surprising ease. Thomas gasped, but the breathy sound turned into a shocked moan as Ben settled the flared plug base between the cheeks of his ass.
“Are you okay?” Ben asked.
“I could come like this.”
“It’s even better if you don’t,” he promised. “If you fight against for a little bit.”
“I want to fuck you.”
“Then put on a condom and fuck me.”
“Get on the bed.” Thomas straightened, grunting as the toy adjusted inside of him. He went to the nightstand and opened the drawer, producing a condom that he opened without so much as another word.
Ben climbed onto the bed, on his back again with his legs spread. His cock burned against his hand like a branding iron and he kept his balls in the cradle of his palm so they didn’t get any ideas about premature orgasms. He watched with rapt attention as Thomas covered his cock with the condom and once again settled between his legs. Thomas used his shoulders to lift Ben’s legs into the air like it was a position they’d done hundreds of times before and not just once.
Thomas lined the slick head of his cock up against Ben’s hole and eased forward with a slow pump of his hips. He breached Ben gently, more gently than he would have wanted considering his brain was headed right for a dangerous and undoubtedly emotional place.
“Go on,” he coaxed, egging Thomas on. “Don’t be scared. I won’t break.”
“I’m so close to coming,” Thomas answered him through gritted teeth.
“That’s the point.”
“I want you to come.”
Ben let go of his balls and gave a slow tug up the length of his erection. “You don’t have to worry about that.”
“Do you think…” Thomas’s words came out scratchy as he set a devastatingly slow rhythm. “I know we talked about it before, but do you think that one day I could come inside of you?”
Ben’s balls churned, hot and tingly between his legs. He tightened his fingers around his cock and stroked himself quicker. The simple thought of Thomas’s cum flooding his hole after that tender and cautious prostate massage from earlier was enough to bring him to the very brink of his release.
“If we get tested,” he said. “We’d need to have rules.”
“More rules.” Thomas’s body shuddered, his ab muscles contracting.
Ben knew the strength of the vibrator and he also knew that Thomas was most likely as close to coming as he was.
“We can talk about that later,” he promised.
“I’m embarrassingly close to coming,” Thomas mumbled, falling forward and bracing himself with a hand on the pillow beside Ben’s head. They were close, so close. Their noses brushing and their lips no more than a handful of inches apart. Thomas pumped his hips, a slow gyration that dragged the head of his cock against Ben’s prostate like their bodies were designed to do nothing more than exactly what they were already doing.
“Me too,” he chuckled. “So, please get on with it.”
Thomas’s breath puffed hot against his mouth, but he didn’t change his pace. He kept at Ben with the same agonizing slowness he’d started with, drawing Ben’s orgasm out of him like a string unraveling from a ball of yarn.
