“Remember,” Noah said as he sank onto Benji’s cock. “I won’t stop unless you safeword. I want to see how much you can take.”
Benji gritted his teeth. He was already shaking, his chest slick with sweat where Noah’s hands were braced. He was wearing a condom, since Noah had suggested it would make him less sensitive. Somehow, Noah didn’t think it would help. Benji was almost falling apart, and he was barely inside.
Noah breathed out slowly as he bore down, Benji slipping deeper inside his hole. He didn’t bottom often—he didn’t get as much out of it as other guys did. But he loved watching Benji fall to pieces underneath him.
“You’re already crying.” Noah thumbed a fat tear off Benji’s long eyelashes. “You’re not even all the way in yet.”
Benji glared up at him helplessly. His hands were bound over his head with that nice silk rope they both liked, the black one that went beautifully with Benji’s pale skin. His hips kept twitching, his whole body clenched with the effort of keeping still.
“Ah,” Noah warned as Benji thrust weakly. “Stay.”
“I’mtrying,” Benji said hoarsely. He pulled at his bonds, writhing under him. “God.Pleasego faster, I can’t?—”
“You can,” Noah said, sinking down fully.
Benji cried out. His face was red, the flush creeping down his neck. His lip was white where he was biting it, tears streaming down his cheeks as Noah started to move.
“You can come anytime,” Noah reminded him as he rode. “You must be so desperate. How does it feel?”
“Sogood,” Benji said in a rush, hands in fists above his bonds. “Noah.Noah. Oh shit, you’re so fucking tight.”
“I should be,” Noah said, rocking gently. “I don’t do this much.”
Benji made a garbled noise that sounded a little bit likeme neither. Noah couldn’t hold back a fond smile. He’d taken Benji’s virginity twice now—he was the first one to be inside him, and now he was the first one Benji had been inside.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Noah said as Benji writhed under him, desperately trying to stave off his orgasm. “You’re not a one-pump chump. I teased you long enough. And Ididsay you can come however fast you want.”
“Hasn’t—” Benji wet his lips. He kept looking down at Noah’s cock, watching it bounce with a dazed expression before tearing his gaze back up to Noah’s face, like he couldn’t decide which he wanted to watch more. He squeezed his eyes shut. “Hasn’t even been aminute. I can last.”
Noah hummed dubiously. That sounded like a challenge to him.
Benji’s eyes flew open. “Oh fuck, don’t?—”
The rest of his sentence choked off in his throat as Noah started riding him faster, thighs working as he slammed himself down again and again on Benji’s cock.
“Fuck,” Benji whimpered. “Fuck, fuck,fuck! Please, Noah. I can’t, please let me. Can I?”
“Do it,” Noah told him.
Benji’s back bowed off the bed, his mouth opening in a perfect pink O as he filled the condom.
Noah slowed, rocking so gently he was almost sitting still against his hips. He leaned down, covering Benji’s chest with his own. Benji liked a lot of skin-on-skin, especially after he came. Once, he slurred something about a weighted blanket. Another time, he mumbled about not getting touched enough in day-to-day life. Whichever one it was, Noah was happy to oblige.
He kissed Benji’s cheeks, clearing the tears.
“Hey,” he said as Benji’s eyes drifted blearily open again. “How’re we feeling?”
Benji grunted, tipping his head so it rested on Noah’s. “Sensitive.”
“I bet.” Noah rocked forward, wringing another whimper out of him.
“Seriously,” Benji said, strained. “I don’t think…”
He swallowed, looking up at Noah with something almost like wariness.
Noah frowned. He dragged a finger over Benji’s clumped eyelashes, smearing tears down his cheek.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Anytime you want to stop, we stop.”
