“Okay.”
“Did she like me?” he asked, taking a step backward and pulling Ben with him. He started the walk down the hallway to the bedroom, his mind unable to focus on anything else.
“Very much.”
“How do you know?”
Ben kissed the side of his neck. “Because I know Lara.”
They finally reached the threshold of his bedroom, and Thomas came to a stop. Their arms were still tangled around each other, and Ben continued to watch him with a careful focus that made Thomas feel like a caged animal in need of tenderness and affirmations.
“We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready,” Ben said.
“I’m more than ready,” he said, taking another step backward, their first step into the bedroom. “I’m nervous. But I want this, and I want it with you.”
“I’ll take the lead, then?” Ben asked.
Thomas nodded. His palms were clammy and his heart raced. He didn’t remember ever feeling as anxious as he did, and he was confident the only thing keeping him grounded was the overwhelming way hewanted.
Ben stripped out of his clothes, then reached for Thomas, divesting him of his in the same slow fashion. Every move Ben made was calculated and Thomas found himself feeling desperate for things to move along faster. It was hard for him to relax, to let go, but he trusted Ben to know the right speed.
“I’m going to talk you through this.”
“I’m fine,” he protested, and Ben reached up to cover his mouth.
“I know you’re fine. I’m going to talk you through it so you stay fine, and I’m going to talk you through it because I think it’s fucking hot.”
“Right.” The word came out on an exhale.
“Get on the bed. All fours, but like…” Ben trailed off as Thomas climbed onto the bed, pressing his hand against the small of Thomas’s back to flatten his chest against the sheets. “There you go.”
Thomas buried his face in the pillows, noticing the way they smelled like an even mixture of his and Ben’s shampoos. It settled him and he closed his eyes, relaxing as much as he could manage. Ben crawled up behind him, never breaking contact. His fingers trailed along his back and town, tracing a gentle circle around the exposed whorl of hair around his asshole. Thomas found himself feeling self-conscious, fighting an urge to reach back and cover himself.
“Your ass is as sexy as your cock,” Ben whispered, his breath burning hot against Thomas’s backside. His face burned from embarrassment, but then Ben kissed his hole and a shudder of unanticipated pleasure ripped through his entire body.
Thomas’s mind raced, and then Ben licked his hole, sealing his lips around it and kissing him there. Benkissedhis asshole, and his mind went utterly blank. He grunted, fisting the sheets and lifting his ass higher into the air as Ben speared him with his tongue. Ben’s hands on his cheeks spread him open and held him down, kissing and licking his rim and the skin around it until Thomas’s cock was so hard it ached.
From behind him, Ben made the sounds of a starved man at a feast, and that only served to ratchet Thomas’s own arousal further out of the stratosphere. By the time Ben eased a finger into him, he was ready to cry for the relief of it all. He’d had a finger in him before. He’d had two, both of them belonging to Ben, and so he knew Ben would waste no time feeling out his prostate and…
But this was different.
This was Ben’s fingers inside of him, his tongue swirling around the place their bodies joined, and his mouth sucking loudly as he rimmed his hole. Thomas wasn’t able to stop himself from humping the air, desperate for any kind of friction beyond what Ben was offering him. He shifted weight onto his shoulder and reached down to take his cock into his fist, only for Ben to release his ass and smack his hand away.
“You’ll come,” Ben muttered, mouth full.
“I want to.”
“Not yet.” Ben licked a long stripe from his balls to his hole. “I want you to come when I’m inside of you.”
“You should hurry then.”
“I’m enjoying myself.”
Before Thomas could answer to that, he felt Ben smile against the hot pouch of his sac. “Aren’t you?”
Before Thomas could answer, Ben sucked his balls into that same deviously hot mouth, drawing a surprised shout out of his mouth. Thomas buried his face into the pillows, gripping and twisting the sheets to stop himself from once again reaching for his cock. The pleasure Ben granted him was great, and not nearly close to enough. Ben didn’t relent, though. He sucked Thomas’s hole, his balls, and the base of his cock until he fit a third finger inside, burying it knuckle deep.
“I wish you could see yourself, spread open for me,” Ben murmured, tracing his finger along the tender edge of Thomas’s rim. “My cock is going to look so good inside of you.”
