“Should get you a collar. Then you can wear it all the time.”
Benji’s breath hitched. “Yes! Fuck, wanna be yours, please make me yours?—”
His eyes fell shut. He forced them open, watching through the tears. Still trying to obey orders, even as he shattered apart.
“So good for me,” Noah praised, unhooking his fingers from Benji’s golden thigh and closing them around his neck, letting himself squeeze just a little.
Benji groaned. His cockhead hit the mirror with every thrust, leaving salty smudges. He reached up to hold Noah’s arms. A tear ran down his cheek.
Noah stared at him breathlessly. His flushed skin beaded with sweat, eyelashes clumped with tears, golden handprints glowing in the dark room. He looked transcendent. Like an offering on an altar. Gilded and perfect.
His grip tightened around Benji’s neck. The paint wasn’t enough. He wanted the marks to stay. Wanted them to sink into Benji’s skin. He wanted a damn collar, something sleek and soft. He’d never bought any of his subs a collar. He wanted to pick it out, and he wanted to be the one to latch it around Benji’s neck. He wanted to pull on it while he fucked him, wanted to know Benji washis, always.
“I can’t keep my eyes open,” Benji slurred. “I can’t, I gotta?—”
Noah grabbed his hair, pulling his head back.
“Watch,” he commanded. “You can do it, baby. Watch yourself come.”
He reached his lubed hand down and jerked Benji’s cock, knuckles bumping the mirror with each stroke.
Benji writhed against him. He sobbed with pleasure, forcing his eyes to stay open every time they tried to drift shut.
“You can do it,” Noah repeated. “For me. You can take all of me, right?”
“Yes,” Benji whimpered. “Yes, yes,Noah.”
Noah kissed his sweaty forehead. “Come for me.”
Benji yelled. He jerked in Noah’s arms, his come spurting over the mirror. His eyelids fluttered, tears jolting down his cheeks, but his eyes stayed open.
“So fucking gorgeous,” Noah told him, thrusting harder. “Just sit there and take it, baby.”
He sucked a mark into Benji’s shoulder, dug his teeth in next to it when Benji whined. Oversensitive, but still taking it. Because he wanted it, because heneededit, and because Noah asked him to.
Noah’s vision grayed out as he came. For a moment, he wasn’t aware of anything, just Benji trembling in his arms, his hole hot and twitching around him. Then he came back to himself, and the sight of the two of them in the mirror almost made him grow hard in Benji’s hole again.
He’d never seen anything more perfect. Benji was shaking, covered in paint and sweat and bruises. In the come that Noah had fucked out of him.
Mine, Noah thought deliriously.
He stroked Benji’s golden neck, the splotches on his jaw. He needed to start looking at collars.
Benji barely spoke as Noah got him ready for bed, letting out pleased hums and the occasional mumble when Noah asked him a question. He tipped his head back obediently when Noah washed his hair, opening his mouth without complaint when Noah fed him apple slices and a glass of water.
Noah poured him into bed. Benji was asleep in seconds.
Noah ran a hand through his damp hair, marveling at how possessive he felt. He’d always held back on it with previous partners. But Benji had looked at Noah’s golden handprints with such awe. He’d even looked sad when Noah scrubbed them off.
He would enjoy a collar. Noah was sure of it.
He reached for his phone to start searching. Then he saw the screen and froze.
Seven missed calls from Tia. One text containing three words that made Noah’s stomach drop:
he fired me.
CHAPTER 16
