Ben shoved the bottle of lube toward him, and Thomas took it for the cue it was. He knew assholes didn’t lubricate themselves. Thomas raised the bottle over his shaft and drizzled lube down, letting some of it slick over Ben’s crack and run down around the head of Thomas’s dick. He fisted himself, slicked the entire length of his cock and returned the tip to Ben’s pucker.
“You ready?” he asked, unsure if he was asking Ben or himself.
“Do what you came here to do, Thomas, and fuck me.”
Thomas pumped his hips, the head of his dick breaching Ben’s achingly tight asshole. He stuttered as his cock popped through that searing hot ring of muscle, stilling so he could talk himself back from the embarrassment of a premature orgasm.
“You’re thick,” Ben whined.
Thomas eased his hips forward, in awe of the way Ben’s body flexed and stretched around him. He kept going until he was fully seated, bracketing his hands around Ben’s slender waist to get his bearings.
There.
He’d done it.
He’d had sex with a man.
Rather…he was about to.
“Please move.” Ben fisted the sheets in his hand, pressing his cheek against the pillow with his eyes squeezed shut tight.
“Am I hurting you?”
“It’s been a while since I’ve bottomed. It just takes some getting used to,” Ben answered, lashes fluttering open. “Please just move. It helps. Just…”
Thomas pulled his body away, the length of his cock almost fully leaving Ben’s body. He snapped forward, hips burying him back inside with more certainty than the first go. Ben’s voice left him, and Thomas took over. He fucked into Ben with rough and short thrusts, the wayheliked the best. Ben’s hole gripped him tighter and tighter until Thomas worried he was going to lose circulation.
Sweat broke out on his temples and dripped down his face from the exertion, splattering against the top of Ben’s ass. It was good. Better than good, but Thomas wanted more. He wanted to get deeper.
“Roll over,” he grunted, tapping Ben’s waist.
His cock slid out as Ben flopped onto his back, but he moved quickly and Thomas guided himself back inside. Like muscle memory, he took one of Ben’s legs over his shoulder and surged forward, burying himself deeper than the last position allowed. Ben cried out, fingers digging into Thomas’s back as he renewed his brutal pace. Now his sweat dripped against Ben’s chest, and he could feel the way Ben’s breath puffed out against his cheek every time Thomas bottomed out inside of him.
Ben reached between their bodies and took his cock into his fist, jacking himself off frantically as Thomas chased after his own orgasm.
“I’m close,” Thomas warned, straightening his back and circling his hips as his breathing turned frenetic.
“Come, then.”
A few more pumps of his hips and Thomas’s orgasm crested, washing over him like a tidal wave. He stilled, buried deep inside of another man’s body, and he spurted hot jets of cum into the tip of the condom. Thomas opened his mouth and tipped his head back, but no sound came out, only his ragged breath. Beneath him, Ben’s fist still worked, and Thomas’s eyes closed, focusing on the way Ben was moving their joined bodies with the force of his hand.
“Oh,” Ben keened, back arching and hole tightening around Thomas’s still pulsating dick. “Oh!”
Thomas watched as Ben came, unsure of where to look and wanting to see everything all at the same time. Ben’s cheeks turned pink, shining under the dim ceiling light in the bedroom. His knuckles were white for how tightly he squeezed himself, his cock nearly purple from the pressure. Ben came with a shout, arching off the bed as streaks of cum painted the length of his obscenely sculpted torso and chest.
“Holy shit,” Thomas muttered, dropping his weight onto his heels. Ben’s hand kept moving until he shuddered so violently, his body ripped away from Thomas’s barely softening cock.
Thomas pulled the condom down his length and tied it off, holding it in his fist as Ben caught his breath on the bed.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, scooting to the edge of the bed and then off. “Gonna throw this condom away.”
Ben flung an arm over his face and nodded.
Thomas stood and looked down, wanting more than anything to drag his finger through the mess on Ben’s chest and taste his cum, but he also didn’t want Ben to open his eyes. He’d done what he intended to do, and there was no need to make the rest of it weird. Ben kept his arm over his eyes, and Thomas quietly collected his clothes from the floor and snuck out of the bedroom.
Hedidthrow the condom away.
But he also got dressed, and then he saw himself out.
