“Yeah,” Ben said.
Phil kissed his shoulder, smiling at the tickle of Ben’s hair against his neck.He reached for the lube bottle, got out another pump of slick, and wrapped a hand around Ben’s cock.
“Oh, that’s good,” Ben said.
It was.Ben’s body flushed hot under Phil, and the give of his supple ass cheeks sent Phil’s blood rushing south so fast he got dizzy.
“Your ass is perfect,” he told Ben, bucking his hips to drag his cock through the slick, hot passage he’d created.
Ben laughed.
“Seriously, perfect.”Phil began moving in a rhythm.“I love how you just let me grab it.It’s so soft and round and…” He trailed off with a grunt as a spurt of precome shot out of his dick into the crease of Ben’s ass.He had to pull away to look, and the sight of it dripping down the globes was too much for him to stay at all reasonable.
With a little more lube, he sank into the warm crease again and redoubled his efforts with Ben’s cock.
“This is really enough for you?”Ben gasped out, gratifyingly breathless.
“I want to live here,” Phil told him.He had enough higher brain power not to mention how the excess flesh jiggled or the pucker of the skin where it met Ben’s thighs.People didn’t want to hear that kind of thing, but oh, God, did Phil like seeing it.
He closed his fist tighter around Ben’s cock, and Ben groaned, bucking forward into his grip and then backward against Phil’s cock.
“More, Phil, I’m almost—”
Phil stroked him faster, tighter.With his free hand he pinched Ben’s ass, and Ben gave it up with a long, drawn-out sigh.He spurted over the bedsheets and shook under Phil’s touch, and Phil had to; he needed— He reared back, holding Ben’s ass in both hands, tightening the channel he was fucking into.The sight of his cock pushing through that tight passage, the purple, dripping head emerging at the top on every pass, was so erotic he thought he might pass out.
Ben looked over his shoulder, cheeks pink and eyes half-lidded.“You gonna come all over me?Mark me up?”
The thought of his come all over Ben’s skin, claiming him in such a primal way, undid him.Phil fucked forward one more time and grunted as his balls slapped against Ben’s skin, contracted, and the first pulse shot out over the top of Ben’s ass.
The sight made him shudder, and the next pulse was more intense.It turned him inside out, as though the simple, easy act of rubbing off against Ben’s ass destroyed every sense he possessed, making him want nothing but the sight, sound, smell, feel of it.He had barely finished coming all over the swell of Ben’s cheeks when he ducked to press his mouth to the mess he’d made so he could taste it as well.
“You liked that, huh?”Ben asked when they had managed to clean up and change the top sheet.
“Mm-hm,” Phil said sleepily.“It was perfect.Better than anal for me, actually.”
“Why?”
Phil opened an eye.He was too tired for a long conversation about this, but he also didn’t want Ben thinking he held on to some weird “it’s not gay if we don’t do it up the butt” thing.“Anal’s a lot of work.I tried it once, with a girlfriend, and it was all clean-up and prep.Felt nice, but too much effort, ‘specially if you don’t even enjoy it.”A thought struck him, and he added, “You can try fucking me sometime if it’s important to you.Long as I don’t have to do all the work.”
Ben laughed and kissed his shoulder before snuggling close in what Phil already recognized as his getting-comfy-for-sleep move.“You really aren’t a complicated guy, huh?”
“Nope,” Phil managed right before he drifted off.
He tried to remember as much the next morning.He wasn’t complicated, and he didn’t like to make things complicated.
He drank his coffee, and then he called Elijah.
They caught up about Elijah’s job first.He liked it so far, got along with his colleagues and students, and had been on some nice hikes in the area.Then, they talked about their parents.Dad had sent pictures of the new model trains they’d gifted him for Christmas to the family group chat, cementing his old white man status.
“I’m running out of ways to respond,” Elijah complained.“You’ve gotta pull your weight, man.”
“Sorry,” Phil said.“I’ve been busy.”
“With what?You’re on IR, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, uh.So.I’m getting married.Again.”
During the suspiciously long pause that followed, Phil inspected his fingernails and tried not to hyperventilate.
