“You’re right.” He shrugged. “Lara was right. It’s…it wasn’t me.”
“You can’t make people love you. You can’t change people who don’t deserve the honor.”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, shoving Thomas’s arm and pushing him into the side of the couch. “It’s hardly an honor.”
Thomas grabbed his hand. “It would be.”
Ben swallowed, the rest of his body turning to marble as the implication in Thomas’s words sank in. He didn’t move, save to lick his lips and wiggle his fingers to check and make sure Thomas’s hand was still beneath his. No words passed between them, but Ben knew there weren’t enough to say what he wanted anyway.
“It would be,” Thomas said again, more insistent. “I hope you know that.”
He cleared his throat and Thomas yanked his hand away, giving Ben the idea the moment that had just passed between them wasn’t one-sided. He mourned the absence of Thomas’s skin beneath his, so he turned and reached for him, grabbing his face and crashing their mouths together. Thomas moved quickly, hauling Ben onto his lap while breaking the kiss only long enough to get both of their shirts off.
Thomas moaned into his mouth, opening wider and giving Ben room to explore. His tongue dove deep and his hands roamed wildly, tracing their way over every inch of Thomas’s exposed skin that he could reach. Thomas reached down lower, hands fumbling nervously at the buttons and zippers on their pants and then, blessedly, he got Ben’s dick out and into the hot grip of his fist.
Ben grunted, circling his hips and fucking himself into Thomas’s hand, and Thomas kissed down his chin and jaw, sucking against his neck and his throat while he pumped his fist up the length of Ben’s quickly thickening erection. He arched his back, a groan falling out of his mouth as Thomas twisted his wrist with a rough jerk around the tip of his cock.
“I want you,” he panted, grabbing Thomas’s hand and stilling his movement. “Please.”
With a sense of reluctance so heavy Ben could feel it, Thomas released his cock. He wound Ben’s legs around his waist and shoved up from the couch. When he straightened, Ben laughed, clinging with arms around his shoulders and face buried in the crook of his neck.
“I’m too heavy,” he protested.
“Not at all,” Thomas assured him, laying sloppy kisses on whatever parts of Ben’s neck he could reach. He carried Ben into the bedroom and set him down on the bed, stepping back to kick free of his pants and his underwear while Ben scrambled out of his own at the same time. He rolled over to the nightstand and snatched the lube, tossing it into Thomas’s waiting hands.
Thomas’s cock was hard as ever, thick and sturdy, and this time…bare.
It had been days, weeks maybe, since they’d talked about foregoing condoms, but this would be the first time they actually did it. He’d found it refreshing that they’d managed to cool the severity of their sex life while still exploring intimacy with each other in different ways. They’d obviously had sex with each other since their first real date, but this would be the first time Thomas took him without a condom.
Thomas’s cock shone under the bright lights of Ben’s bedroom and he’d never cared so much about whether the lights were on or off during sex, but this time he wanted to see absolutely everything.
“Can I get you ready?” Thomas climbed onto the bed and Ben spread his legs apart and cupped his balls. He raised them up, putting himself on display for Thomas’s eager eyes.
“You don’t have to.” He dropped his head back against the pillow. “I like it without sometimes.”
“I want to,” Thomas rasped.
“Then yes.”
Thomas’s hand was already slick with lube and he wasted no time burying his two longest fingers inside of Ben’s hole. He rotated his wrist and pressed against his prostate, drawing a sharp gasp from Ben’s throat.
“Did I find it?” Thomas asked, hair falling on his face and cheeks already flushed red.
“Yeah.” He nodded and untangled the sheets from his hands. “You found it.”
“I’m glad I had a good teacher.” Thomas started to move, sliding his fingers in and out, scissoring them apart and twisting, doing his best to drive Ben into an absolute frenzy. Thomas prepped him with his entire body, using the momentum of his hips to drive his hand forward, pushing Ben further up the bed with every thrust of his fingers. It was indecent and it was decadent, and when Ben felt sweat trickle down his temple, he begged Thomas to stop.
“I’m ready,” he promised, reaching down to force Thomas’s fingers away from his hole. “I wantyou.”
“I’m yours.” Thomas lined up and pushed his hips forward. The head of his cock popped through with ease. Ben didn’t even feel the burn until Thomas was already halfway inside of him.
“Oh, shit,” he gasped, grabbing Thomas’s waist in his clammy hands and steadying himself. Steadying them both.
“Oh shit is right.” Thomas stared down at the place their bodies came together, eyes wide with wonder, but heavy with lust.
“How does it feel? How do I feel?”
Thomas swallowed, dragging Ben down the bed so his asshole enveloped Thomas’s cock like a glove. When he was fully seated, Thomas blinked a few times, then caught Ben’s stare.
