Benji swallowed. “You take care of what’s yours.”
“Good boy,” Noah whispered.
Benji shuddered. Noah’s grip drifted down, tracing his throat and then his collarbones, the light touch sending goosebumps over Benji’s chilled skin.
“I should call Max,” Benji managed. “Tell him what’s going on.”
Noah shook his head. “Tomorrow.”
“I should pack,” Benji said, barely able to keep the thought in his head as Noah leaned closer, those perfect pink lips within reach.
“I’ll call movers,” Noah replied.
Thatjerked him out of his lustful haze. “No one’s touching my shit,” he protested, hackles going up as he imagined strangers rooting through his stuff—his ratty clothes he wasn’t going to throw out, the lingerie Noah had brought him, his bright green vibrator hidden in his underwear drawer. Throwing everything into boxes, haphazard and careless, scratching up all the art gear he had sprawled out over the apartment.
“I’ll help you pack,” Noah amended, soothing his hands up and down Benji’s naked chest. “Tomorrow. We have three days, baby. You’re still shaking.”
Benji laughed hoarsely. Hewasstill shaking, pathetic wet-cat shudders rocking his narrow frame as Noah tried to soothe him. He felt like he’d been on a rollercoaster where the rails stopped halfway through, and now he was careening through the air. Waiting to crash. Hoping Noah would catch him before he did.
“Guess so,” he said. “You gonna do something about it?”
Noah’s eyes sparked with heat, as they often did when Benji said something rebellious. Hot amusement. Different than how he looked at him when Benji got desperate and submissive. He still couldn’t quantify those looks. Every time he tried, his stomach writhed with molten butterflies.Thoselooks were too close to devotion for him to handle.
“Do you want me to?” Noah asked.
Benji felt himself nod. He felt wild, out of control. He wanted to feel small. Notweak, like he always fought back against. Just… held. Protected. That transcendent calm he found in subspace, way down deep inside. Nothing could touch him there except Noah.
Noah tapped his belly. “Words, baby.”
“Yes,” Benji blurted, swaying into him. “I want it. Make me feel good, D—Noah.”
He grimaced, hoping Noah didn’t notice the verbal slip. He didn’t want to ruin the moment by calling himDaddy. No matter how right it felt.
Something hot and possessive flickered over Noah’s face. Benji braced himself, but Noah didn’t say anything. He just leaned down, capturing Benji in a kiss so wet and deep it stopped Benji from wondering where the hell he was going to get moving boxes.
Noah tucked his hands into Benji’s thong, pushing the material aside to tease around the base of the plug. His touch sent sparks up Benji’s spine, lust slamming back into him like a semi truck.
“The question is,” Noah mused as Benji thrust against him. “Where do I fuck you? Should I take you to your narrow bed, see if we can both fit? Should I bend you over it? Or should I have you down here, on the carpet?”
“Quit teasing me and do it,” Benji panted. “Whatever you’re going to do, just do it. Ineedit.”
Noah hummed. He gripped the plug, easing it in and out of his hole. Slow. Tortuous. Each press made a squelching sound, the lube that Benji had stuffed into himself making him blush even harder.
Benji whined. But Noah wasn’t taking his pants off, wasn’t even maneuvering Benji to the ground. He was just standing there, letting Benji grind on him while he fucked him with the plug, slow and shallow.
“Comeon,” Benji insisted. “You said you’d make me feel good, that you’d make me forget. This isn’t—” His words ended on a gasp as Noah pushed the plug in deep, pulsing it against his prostate.
“Fuck,” Benji said, voice breaking. “Noah.Please.”
“There we go,” Noah muttered. He pulled Benji back by his hair, the sting so dull that Benji resisted just to feel it turn into real pain.
“Get on your knees,” Noah told him. “Get me wet enough to fuck you.”
Benji wanted to protest that he had so much lube in him that Noah could fuck him without a problem. But his knees were already hitting the carpet, Noah’s instructions wiping his mind clean and filling it with glorious clarity. He didn’t need to worry about anything with Noah’s hands in his hair, his hard cock filling Benji’s mouth. Every inch he took made the world narrow. By the time he had Noah in his throat, he wasn’t thinking about boxes or duct tape or how he was going to tell Max, or Michael destroying his life. He was thinking about the salty musk of Noah on his tongue, the deep joy of being held still so Noah could fuck his throat.
“Good boy, getting me wet,” Noah said breathily. “Look at you, you’re drooling. So desperate for it.”
Benji gurgled. Everything was simpler when Noah was inside him. The world turned into a place Benji could stand.
