“Please,” he all but begged. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please. I need you inside of me.”
Slowly—almost hesitantly—Ben withdrew. One finger, then another, then the last. Thomas’s hole gaped, sucking after the intrusions that his body immediately yearned for.
The lube bottle opened, and Ben grunted, slicking his dick with so much that Thomas could hear the way his shaft squelched in his fist. The tip of Ben’s cock against his hole was cold and slippery, and his body immediately tensed.
“Relax,” Ben whispered, smoothing a hand down his back and over the curve of his ass.
“Can…” Thomas swallowed, the sheets soaking wet in his fists.
“What do you need?”
He looked over his shoulder, mouth going dry at what he saw. Ben behind him, cock in hand, with that lithe swimmer’s body Thomas loved so much. His lips were swollen, and Thomas wondered what he would taste if they kissed. His cock lurched at the thought and he squeezed his eyes closed to fight back the overwhelming waves of emotion and want that threatened to drown him.
“I just want to see you,” he managed.
Ben gave his hip a little push and Thomas rolled onto his back, bending one leg on either side of Ben’s kneeling form.
“This is better,” Ben said, stare drifting down Thomas’s body to his cock. “Now I can see all of you.”
“I’m ready,” he whispered.
Ben lined himself up again, cock a little warmer than before, but just as threatening. “I’m not sure I am.”
“Do you want to—”
“No.” Ben shook his head and grabbed him around the waist, pushing him down and pulling him closer in the same movement. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Good.”
“Good,” Ben said back. He adjusted his grip and directed the head of his cock, easing into Thomas’s body at an agonizingly slow speed.
It stretched and it burned, and it felt better than almost anything Thomas could remember feeling before. He was very much aware that his body was molding itself to the shape of Ben’s cockhead, barely making enough room to let him inside. But as the head of Ben’s cock popped through his hole, the rest of the penetration was an easy slide home. Ben continued to move slow, until he was as deep as he could reach and his trembling thighs pressed against the backs of Thomas’s legs.
Ben fought to breathe, gripping and letting go, readjusting the hold he had on Thomas’s waist like it was a struggle to maintain composure. Thomas reached for him, grabbing his wrists with desperate fingers.
“Move,” he pleaded, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears. “Benjamin, move please.”
Ben’s eyes flew open. “Say it again.”
“Please.”
“My name.”
“Benja—”
The name left him as Ben pulled out, the flared rim of his cock testing the inside of Thomas’s hole before the whole length of him surged back inside. The force of Ben’s thrust took the breath out of him, his name as lost at Thomas’s thought process.
“You feel so good, Thomas.” The words sounded like praise, and he took them as such. Gooseflesh broke out from his stomach to his chest, tracking down his arms to the tips of his fingers. He wrapped his legs around Ben’s waist and held him like that until Ben fell forward, bracing himself with one hand on either side of Thomas’s head.
“Thank you for this,” Ben whispered.
“Kiss me,” he said and Ben lowered his head down, slowly enough that he was able to pump in and out, in and out, wringing pleasure out of Thomas before their lips even came close to touching. Frustrated, he raised off the bed enough to bring their mouths together.
Ben immediately opened for him, allowing Thomas to taste the musk on his lips and the salt from his sweat at the same time. He grabbed the back of Ben’s head, holding him steady and kissing him, touching him, using his whole body to kiss and fuck and…
