“Mm-hm.” Benji wound Noah’s tie around his wrist, pulling gently. He tipped his head up, grazing his warm mouth over Noah’s. “What am I thinking?”
An hour later, Noah was sure of one thing: Benji wasn’t thinking much at all. He’d told Noah about it once, slurring and half-coherent in a puddle of sweaty sheets, that it felt like he wasn’t even a person anymore. He was just pleasure, raw and deep. Nothing was going through his head but heat and pressure.
Or something like that. He’d been pretty out of it by that point, mumbling against Noah’s arm as Noah rubbed him down with a damp flannel.
Benji made a nonsensical noise against the bed. There was a damp spot growing under his face, tears and spit pooling in the sweaty sheets. He was shaking, lax against his restraints as Noah fucked the dildo back into him, rubbing his cock on Benji’s thigh.
Benji moaned again. It almost sounded like a word.
Noah leaned over him, pressing his chest to Benji’s back. “What was that, baby?”
He pressed the dildo hard against Benji’s prostate.
Benji whimpered, teeth sinking into his lower lip.
Noah took pity on him and eased up. “Do you need something? Tell me what it is, and I’ll give it to you.”
Benji pried one wet eye open, staring up at him pleadingly. “You. Want you.”
Heat flared through Noah’s gut, thick and untamable. His fingers were never enough. Neither were the dildos. Benji always begged for his cock, no matter how full or how tired he was. No matter how oversensitive. He always wanted Noah’s cock.
“Been good,” Benji rasped. He rubbed his lips over Noah’s arm, the only part of him he could reach. “You said?—”
He cut off as Noah wrapped an arm around him, pressing him into the mattress.
“Good boys get what they want,” Noah recited, pulling the dildo out and lining up his cock at Benji’s twitching hole. “Think you’ve been good enough?”
Benji nodded wildly, already gasping in anticipation. Another tear rolled down his face, joining the mess in the sheets.
Noah kissed his wet cheek. He’d never get enough of this. Of how desperate Benji got, every time. All his walls and thorny defenses falling down until it was just Benji, soft and sweet, opening up around him so beautifully.
He fucked inside. Benji jerked in his arms.
“Yes,” he whispered.
The next time Benji managed a proper word, Noah was almost asleep.
He lifted his head, pressing a kiss into Benji’s hair. It was stiff with sweat. They hadn’t managed a bath yet.
“What was that?” he asked.
Benji made a face against Noah’s chest. “Did I fuckingdroolon you? Dude, ew.”
Noah laughed at the look of disgust on his face.
“You’ve done way worse than that,” he said, leaning over to grab a tissue from the nightstand. He dabbed the spit off his own chest, then wiped Benji’s cheek. “We’re probably lying in your drool right now. Small sacrifice to make.”
Benji scrubbed a hand down his newly cleaned face. He still looked a little under, but his eyes were mostly alert as he heaved himself up.
Noah followed, rubbing a hand down Benji’s back. “I’ll get the bath ready.”
Benji stretched, shaking his head. “Gonna shower,” he said, jaw cracking around a yawn. “‘S faster.”
He climbed out of bed, legs wobbling for a second before he straightened.
Noah stopped himself from reaching out to steady him. “Got somewhere to be?”
Benji groaned. “Max watched a scary movie last night, just like I told himnotto do. He’s getting freaked out being alone in the hotel. Plus, we’ve got that apartment viewing to get ready for.”
