Benji moaned. Noah closed his eyes, picturing Benji splayed out on his bed, his hips tilted up so he could fuck himself with his fingers. The tantalizing flush that would spread down his neck and dust his pink nipples. His chest heaving, his legs starting to shake. It took so little to take him apart. Noah wanted to ruin him.
“I don’t know,” Benji managed. “It was hot—even making me look at myself. We looked so good. You had your arms around me, staining me. Felt like you owned me. Thought it’d make me feel trapped, but it was so good. You always make it so good. Only guy I’d ever let put his hand around my neck.”
Noah sped up, hand flexing hard around his cock as he remembered the chords of Benji’s neck straining around his hand. How Benji’s head had tipped back before he’d forced himself to keep looking at himself in the mirror. He’d lookedperfect. Noah hadn’t been able to take his eyes off him.
“Only one you’ve ever let inside you,” he panted. “You wanted it so bad, but you never let yourself have it until I came along, huh?”
“Yeah,” Benji said, the wet noises getting louder. “Fuck. So glad I put up that fucking ad. I’m so— My life’s sodifferent. So much better. Even with getting thrown out and your crazy brother and assholes with cameras, it’s all worth it. Even if you don’t let me jerk off unless you say so. I’m so—so?—”
His breath hitched again, voice breaking.
Noah’s hand stilled. They weren’t that deep into things. Benji had never cried this early. “Benjamin?”
“Shit,” Benjamin said. “I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m not even— It’s not?—”
Noah resumed stroking himself, his voice soft and commanding. “Tell me how it feels.”
Benji keened, so desperate that Noah’s cock jerked in his grip. “Not enough. Wish you were here. Want you to hold me down, want you to put your big fucking fingers in me, want you all the time. Want you to be the only one who ever touches me.Noah.”
“Yes,” Noah hissed and came. It rushed up so fast it shocked him, barely giving him enough time to cover the tip of his cock and catch the come before it splashed all over his desk. He clenched his teeth to muffle the groan.
“Oh fuck,” Benji breathed. “Did you finish? Can I come?”
Noah leaned back in his seat, a bead of sweat working down his neck. “Say please.”
Once, Benji would’ve balked. He would’ve at least been embarrassed. But there was no embarrassment in Benji’s voice, no hesitation. Just pure want.
“Please let me come,” Benji blurted. “Please, I need it so bad. Please, Da?—”
Noah’s cock twitched feebly as he tucked himself back into his boxers.Say it,he thought, wanting it so bad he could almost taste it.Fucking call me Daddy. Show me who you belong to.
But Benji stuttered, continuing, “I really want it. Please let me?”
Noah swallowed. He wouldn’t push Benji, not when he was so close. Benji said he didn’t like it. There was obviously something knotted up in there he didn’t want to talk about, but Noah wasn’t about to spring it on him when he was about to come.
“Come for me,” Noah said. “Let me hear you.”
As he listened to Benji whimper in the aftershocks, he decided on three things. One: he was going to buy Benji a proper collar. Two: he was going to make Benji talk about the Daddy stuff. And three: Noah was going to keep him.
CHAPTER 19
There had been many times over the months when Benji seriously considered whether he could do this. Could he let Noah pry yet another mortifying truth out of him? Could he really take another orgasm Noah wrung out of him while he was tied up and near delirious from four previous orgasms? Could he suffer through one more goddamn day of not jerking himself to completion unless Noah gave him permission?
Then there were times like this. Glorious and simple, with the world narrowing down to Noah’s solid, gentle hands as he rubbed a towel down Benji’s damp body after an evening of mind-blowing sex. The bathroom was full of soft light, and the bathmat was plush and lovely.
Noah stood and asked him something.
Benji hummed questioningly. It took a lot of effort. His thoughts were a long way away.
Noah touched his cheek. “You’re pretty deep under. Can you talk?”
After another immense amount of effort, Benji hummed again.
“That’s okay,” Noah said. “I've got you, baby.”
He picked Benji up carefully. Benji leaned into Noah’s shoulder, barely aware of moving, only aware of warmth and pressure and howrighthe felt. He’d never felt so right before Noah came along. Not once in his life.
He could feel sleep tugging at him as Noah lay him out on the bed. He pushed back against it. He wanted to feel like this a little longer.
