He fell back onto Thomas’s bed, the familiar touch and smell of the bedding enough to make his cock leak against his underwear.
“Are we doing this?” he murmured, neck arched back as Thomas peppered kisses up his throat.
“I hope so,” Thomas answered.
He grabbed the hem of Thomas’s shirt and tugged it up, giving him a shove at the same time so there was space between them. “Please get naked, then.”
Thomas huffed out a laugh and climbed backward off the bed, tossing his shirt onto the floor and making quick work of his gym shorts. On the bed, Ben wiggled out of his jeans and underwear, then finally his socks and his shirt. He grabbed his cock, the heat of his hand paired with the intent focus of Thomas’s eyes, a welcome feeling after what felt like years without.
“What now?” Thomas fisted his own cock and raised a brow.
Memories of their first times together flashed through his mind and he glanced toward the nightstand. “Now you get your cock wet and you put it inside of me.”
Thomas’s breath hitched, but he reached for the lube, drizzling a generous amount down the length of his cock. With slick fingers, Thomas lay back over him, sliding between the cheeks of his ass and prodding insistently.
“The last man I was with told me I had a thick cock,” Thomas whispered, easing his fingers into Ben’s hole. “I should get you ready.”
Ben let go of his cock, instead giving his balls a rough tug away from his body so he didn’t come from something as simple as a good fingering, but Thomas had gotten better than good, the pads of his fingers dragging over Ben’s prostate like that was exactly the thing he wanted to happen.
“I’ve been ready,” he promised.
Ready in more ways than one.
With an almost practiced ease, Thomas pulled his fingers out and lined up the head of his cock. “Spread your legs, Benjamin. Make room for me.”
Ben spread his legs wider, feet firmly planted in the sheets, and in the same breath, Thomas pressed inside of him. He didn’t lie. He’d been ready for the penetration, but taking Thomas’s cock into his ass after weeks without was more shocking than he expected. If not for Thomas’s weight on top of him, Ben would have flown into orbit. He threaded his fingers into Thomas’s hair and pressed their mouths together, licking and sucking moans and promises from between both of their lips.
Thomas seated himself fully, pushing the breath from his mouth with a sharp snap of his hips.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, Thomas’s hands working fervently to brush his hair out of his eyes.
“No.”
“I’m sorry,” he said again, as Thomas started to move inside of him, turning the apology into a breathy moan.
“It’s the past. I don’t care about it. You’re here now.”
“And I’ll be here. I want to be here.”
Thomas’s pace faltered, and with a flushed face and a tremble that wracked through his entire body, Thomas came. Heat pulsed inside of Ben’s body and he shivered, muscles clenching to milk everything he could from Thomas’s cock.
“Shit,” Thomas mumbled, dropping his forehead against Ben’s.
“I love you.” He flipped Thomas onto his back and snatched the lube from the pillow, slicking up his painfully hard shaft. For good measure, because he liked how it felt when Thomas was inside of him, he circled his hips, making sure his channel had sucked every drop of cum from Thomas’s cock, then he rose up, separating their bodies.
Thomas groaned his disapproval, and Ben made a quiet tutting sound with his tongue.
“Just wait,” he cooed, reaching down with slick fingers and drawing light circles around Thomas’s asshole. “Is this okay?”
“More than,” Thomas rasped.
Ben eased a finger inside, then quickly added another. Even if things didn’t work out between them, a thought he hated to entertain, he’d never for the rest of his life forget the way Thomas’s eyes rolled back in his head when Ben teased his prostate. It must be tender after his orgasm, and beneath Ben’s body, Thomas shuddered, thrashing to get away and humping his hand at the same time.
“There you go,” he praised, testing a third finger against Thomas’s pucker. “Get yourself open for me now that you’ve gotten off before me.”
“Don’t stop talking,” Thomas begged, eyes flying wide when Ben got another finger into him. Heat flared up Ben’s spine, and Thomas’s body tightened around him.
“I’m going to come so deep inside of you,” he whispered, spreading Thomas’s body as much as he could manage with an unsteady hand and a desperate ache between his legs. He prepped him and readied the head of his cock against Thomas’s now gaping hole, and then he slowly pressed in.
