Noah took his face in his hands, cutting off the inevitable protest. “Youcanhave it. Because I told you to.”
Benji gazed up at him. His dark eyes were wet. For a terrified moment, Noah worried that this was the last straw. That he’d finally pushed too far, and this was too much.
He loosened his grip, waiting for Benji to step away. But Benji only stepped closer.
“Tell me to move in with you,” Benji blurted.
Noah blinked. “What?”
“Tell me to do it, and I will,” Benji said urgently. He gripped Noah’s elbows, squeezing so hard that Noah thought he might bruise.
Noah shoved back the possessive urge that rose inside him. The urge to drag Benji to the floor and tell him to do all sorts of things, to watch him obey each one. To make Benji his,properly. Handprints and collars and keys—and that was only the start. Noah wanted to climb inside this boy and make a home in his ribs.
“If you aren’t ready,” he started.
Benji shook his head. “Tell me. Please. I want to, I just— I’m so fucking worried it’ll ruin everything. I don’t want to fuck this up. I don’t want Max to get attached because I keep thinking you’re gonna leave, but I think he’s already attached, and I need you to tell me?—”
The rest of his sentence died, muffled against Noah’s lips.
Noah pulled back, stroking Benji’s cheeks. He wanted to tell Benji he wasn’t going anywhere. That he wanted to keep him. He wanted to say a bunch of stupid, ill-advised shit that would no doubt make Benji run for the hills.
“Move in with me,” he said instead.
Benji let out a shaky sigh. There was still fear in his eyes, but something huge had been taken from his shoulders. The relief of having someone else give you something you want after a lifetime of not reaching for it.
“Yes,” Benji said. He kissed him again. “Thank you.Thankyou.”
He nuzzled Noah’s neck. Then he reached behind them, closing the studio door before sinking to his knees. “Can I show you how grateful I am?”
Noah sank a hand into Benji’s beloved curls. “Of course, baby.”
He pulled his hand into a fist. Benji’s eyelids fluttered at the pressure. He reached for Noah’s zipper, but Noah tightened his grip warningly until Benji stopped.
“No hands,” he instructed. “Just your pretty mouth.”
Benji huffed a laugh. He was already flushed, even as he leaned in to rub his lips over the growing bulge in Noah’s slacks. Then he bit Noah’s zipper, dragging it down carefully. He bit the waistband of Noah’s waistband next, then paused. After a moment, he angled his head down and yanked, not quite sexily.
Noah snorted. “Let me help you, baby.”
Benji made a muffled noise of protest. But he let go when Noah tugged at his hair.
“I had it,” Benji told him.
“I know,” Noah lied, pulling his hardening cock out of his boxers. “I’ll show you how to do it faster sometime. Now here’s something I know you’re good at. Open your mouth.”
Benji did. He didn’t even make a smart remark, which was how Noah knew he was still reeling from the gift.
“Good,” Noah said gently. He placed his cockhead on Benji’s tongue, rubbing it against the soft, wet tip until he was fully hard.
Benji whined. Noah could tell he wanted to lean in and take him into his mouth properly, but he didn’t move. He just sat there, staring up at Noah pleadingly.
“Youmustbe grateful,” Noah mused, stroking Benji’s cheek. “Not even trying to suck. Just sitting there like I told you to.”
With that, he slid into Benji’s mouth. Benji moaned, his eyes slipping shut. His cheeks hollowed out, then immediately stopped when Noah tugged once more on his hair.
“You can show me how grateful you are by letting me do the work,” Noah told him. “Okay? Just sit there and take it.”
Benji gave the smallest of nods. His mouth went slack. Noah gave him a second to breathe, then thrust all the way into Benji’s throat.
