Noah asked, “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
“Healthy as a horse,” Benji replied. “And horny as a…”
He paused, considering. A rabbit? Rabbits fucked a lot; they had a whole saying about it.
“As a twenty-year-old who’s finally started getting fucked like they needed,” he said instead. “What else did you have planned?”
Noah’s eyes darkened. His hands tightened on Benji’s face, and Benji didn’t bother holding back a gasp.
“I think,” Noah began. “We need a trust-building exercise.”
CHAPTER 12
Benji couldn’t see anything.
Not his hands bound over his head. Not his cock, throbbing and wet with a ring snug at the base. Not Noah kneeling between his legs, four fingers deep in his hole.
Only the blindfold. Black and thick and beautifully silky around his face, catching the tears pooling at the corners of Benji’s eyes. He’d expected it to freak him out. But every time he started to feel like it was too much, Noah was there. Stroking his shin or palming his chest or kissing his stomach, the solid weight of him was enough to pull Benji back from the panic.
His breath caught as Noah traced slick fingers down his thigh.
“Ready for the last one?” Noah asked softly.
Benji made a garbled noise. He was drenched in sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead. He had no idea how long it had been, but Noah had taken two breaks to feed him water, check his wrists, and ask if Benji wassurehe was okay, that they could stop anytime. That Noah wouldn’t be mad. It was so maddeningly sweet that Benji couldn’t even be angry at him for keeping him on the brink for so long, ready to come but not able to tip over.
“Sorry,” Noah said, curling all four fingers devastatingly against Benji’s prostate. “I didn’t get that.”
Benji groaned. “Yeah, yes. Put your giant fucking hand in me already.”’
Noah hummed, thumb tracing Benji’s hole. “One more time?”
“Please,” Benji gritted.
“There we go.” Noah’s thumb stilled. Then, slowly, it started pressing in.
Benji held his breath, cock throbbing uselessly above the ring of metal, stopping him from blowing his load all over himself. It was somuch. Even with all Noah’s stretching, the lube squelching as he pressed inevitably in, he still wasn’t sure it would fit.
The tip of Noah’s thumb breached him.
“God.” Benji twisted against his bonds, heartbeat thundering. He could barely hear anything over it. He was so warm he wondered if his fever had come back, and then Noah fucked his thumb in even further, and Benji stopped thinking about anything but Noah stretching him incredibly,impossiblyopen.
“Just a little more, baby,” Noah soothed, fucking his fingers gently in and out. “You’re taking it so well.”
Benji made a noise that might’ve been Noah’s name. They had to be almost to Noah’s knuckles. Right? There was no way Benji could stretch any wider. He could feel Noah’s hand sink further into him, all his fingers and now his thumb. Noah had told him what would happen next: once the knuckles went in, it would be easy. Benji would be so stretched that taking him up to the wrist would be no problem. Noah’s whole hand would be inside him, and Noah would praise him for it, and Benji would feel so stupidly proud of himself.
But Benji could feel the panic creeping back in.
Noah kept fucking his fingers further inside. They still weren’t at his knuckles. Benji was pretty sure he could feel the start of them, the knobs brushing him every time Noah fucked his fingers further. With each pass, the panic gripped him harder.
“Almost,” Noah told him, awed. “You’re doing so good, baby. Can’t believe you let me have you like this.”
Benji gasped, thighs quaking. It was too much. No amount of Noah stretching could possibly make him fit. What the fuck was he thinking? But Noah sounded so amazed, making Benji want to continue. He could push through the panic and keep going.
“So good for me, baby,” Noah continued. “How are you feeling?”
Benji clenched his teeth. Noah hadtoldBenji to say it if he felt unsure.
“Oregano,” he blurted.
