Benji flushed. Something defensive flashed through him. But instead of the dismissal that Noah expected, Benji got up and stumbled over to the mirror, falling to his knees in front of it. Slowly, like Noah had taught him. His baby had to take care of his joints.
Noah retrieved the lube from the nightstand and climbed down on the carpet behind him. Benji’s chest was already heaving, his skin glossy with sweat. His neck tipped back as Noah slid a slick finger inside him, the handprints brassy gold against his pale neck.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Noah told him. “Keep watching.”
Benji groaned, prying his eyes open. He cringed away from his reflection.
Noah caught him by the back of the neck, smearing paint. “What did I say, baby?”
“I’m still watching,” Benji replied, rocking back against Noah’s thrusting finger. “Can I have another?”
Noah pressed an open-mouthed kiss to his shoulder, right next to the gold. “Of course. Good boys get what they want.”
“Glad to hear it,” Benji breathed. “Can you hurry up and fuck me?”
Noah added another finger, scissoring them as wide as he dared.
“So demanding,” he said. “I really should keep you tied up one day. Come in every few hours to fuck you full. You’d beg for it every time, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah.” Benji bit his lip, turning the pink flesh white with pressure. “Fuck,Noah. Please fuck me.”
He turned, trying to reach Noah’s mouth.
Noah grabbed his chin with his paint-streaked hand, turning him back to face the mirror. “Gotta watch if you want to get fucked, baby. What did I say about good boys?”
“I’m good,” Benji insisted, focusing his hazy gaze back on their reflections. “I’msofucking good. I’m the best. I’ll be the best you ever had,pleasefuck me.”
Noah shoved a third finger in, crooking them until he found the spot that made Benji arch against him. He looked so beautiful in the bedroom light, the evidence of Noah’s hands all over him—gleaming on his jaw, his arm, his thighs spread wide. And of course, the gorgeous handprints around his neck.
“Already the best I ever had,” Noah confessed into his shoulder.
Benji snorted. Even halfway to the stratosphere, he still had it in him to put himself down.
Noah gripped his chin again, smearing more golden paint. “You think I’m lying? Nobody’s taken me like you do. Nobody’s been so eager for it. Nobody’sneededit like you do. You take me like you’re made for it. My sweet boy. My beautiful slut.”
Benji let out a choked whine. “N-not a slut.”
Noah’s fingers paused inside of him. He’d been so out of it, the name just slipped out. He didn’t mean it in a bad way—entirely the opposite. Benji looked like the sort of slut who deserved to beworshipped.
“I know,” Noah said. He pressed an apologetic kiss to his shoulder. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“Justyourslut,” Benji added. He met Noah’s eyes in the mirror, their glossy sheen making Noah’s heart clench. “Only wanna be your slut.”
A possessive fire roared through Noah’s body. He pressed harder against Benji’s back, clenching his chin so his paint-covered fingers dug in.
“Only mine,” he agreed, rubbing his cock against Benji’s ass. “My sweet, pretty, little slut. Nobody else gets to have you. Want you to wear my marks all the time, so everybody knows who you belong to.”
“Yeah,” Benji gasped, rubbing back against him. “Noah, please, I need it.Please.”
Noah pulled his fingers out and guided his cock in. He pushed all the way inside with one motion, watching Benji’s face transform. Every time was the same: that incredible, impossible pleasure. Always tinged with disbelief, like he still couldn’t believe anything could feel this good.
Noah felt fucking honored to witness it. He felt even more honored to be the one to cause it, a fierce possessiveness washing over him as he started to move inside him. No one else deserved to have Benji like this. No one could make him feel like Noah did.
Noah fucked him harder, watching his cock bounce in the mirror. The wet cockhead slapped the glass, leaving a smear of precum.
“You look so good with my handprints around your neck,” he panted. He sank his fingers into Benji’s golden thigh, pulling it wider. “Do you like it?”
“Yeah,” Benji said desperately. “I like it so much. Thank you for giving it to me.”
