“I should do this for you sometime,” Benji said, strained. “Wanna feel your cock get hard again when you’re inside me. Wanna feel your come dripping out.”
He was getting harder inside Noah’s hole. Noah knew some of it wasn’t from the pressure from Noah’s hole; it was Benji imagining being in Noah’s place.
“You can never ride me for long,” Noah reminded him. “Always start slumping after a while. Begging me to push you on your back and fuck you properly.”
Benji moaned, his hips jerking up.
“Stay,” Noah said warningly.
Benji stilled, panting. He eyed Noah’s hardening cock hungrily. “You gonna come this time?”
“Maybe.” Noah dropped his hand to his cock, which was getting back up to full hardness after their break. “Depends how long you last. Should we train you to hold off when you’re inside me? Or should we just slap a cock ring on you and call it a day?”
Benji made a choked noise, thumbs digging hard into Noah’s hipbones. “Fuck, can I please jerk you off?”
“Why? Are you close already?” Noah swiveled his hips in a slow circle, feeling Benji grow another inch inside him. “Poor baby. Must be so sensitive.”
“‘M not close,” Benji insisted, still staring at Noah’s cock like he wanted it in his mouth. “I just want your cock. Let me touch it?”’
Noah hummed, pretending to think about it. “No. You only get to watch.”
Benji whimpered. He let go of Noah’s hips, hands flying up to dig into a pillow. Like he couldn’t trust himself to keep them so close to Noah’s cock without touching it. He was crying again, tears rolling down his cheeks and into the sheets.
Noah felt drunk with it. The power Benji gave him, letting him do this. Trusting him to make him feel good, to put him down and bring him up after. That hazy look was finally washing over Benji’s face as he watched Noah ride him, Noah’s hand working faster over his cock.
“Doing so good for me,” Noah panted. “Lying there and taking it just like I asked. What’d I do to deserve such a good boy, huh?”
Benji groaned in reply, caught between throwing his head back and desperately trying to watch Noah fist his cock.
“How many times are you going to let me do this?” Noah asked, thighs burning as he pushed himself harder. “Hmm? How many more do we think I can wring out of you? Two? Three? You’re twenty, you can take a few more, right?”
He squeezed down around Benji’s length. Benji yelled, knuckles white as he clutched the pillows.
“Please,” he cried. “Noah, fuck, please, please,please.”
Noah worked his cock faster, triumph flaring in his stomach. Benji lookedwrecked. His beautiful boy, laid out, shaking with the effort of doing what he was told. Oftakingwhat he was told.
“Good boy,” Noah managed. “My sweet, eager boy. You want my come?”
Benji nodded wildly.
“Good,” Noah said, toes curling in the sheets. He tipped his head back and came, shooting across Benji’s flat stomach and even catching one of his nipples. He came for alongtime, the longest he’d ever come while he had something in his ass, and his hips were barely moving when he stroked the final spurt out of him.
Benji quaked underneath him, whimpering with each small movement. Tears spilled down his cheeks. He was rock hard inside Noah, breath hitching with sobs at every small movement.
Noah sagged against him, bracing himself on the mattress to hold himself up. He swiped his fingers across Benji’s stomach, gathering sweat and come before placing his fingers on Benji’s lips.
“Suck,” he said.
Benji wrapped his lips around his fingers, moaning like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. He was still crying, the sound muffled around Noah’s fingers.
“Sosensitive,” Noah said, wincing as he rocked back and forth. It was uncomfortable now, but he needed to see Benji shake apart again.
He took his fingers out. “Want to come, baby?”
“Yes,” Benji sobbed.
“Then come.” Noah rocked his hips faster, quickly learning he needn’t have bothered. Benji came as soon as the words left his mouth, eyes rolling back in his head.
