“I want it,” Benji tried, eyes slamming shut. “We can be fast. Fuck, we can change clothes, I don’t care.”
“No. This is all you’re getting.” Noah squeezed the base of his cock. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
Benji groaned. It wasn’t enough to make him come, but it was more than enough to drag him into that soft headspace where everything was bright and wonderful and he didn’t have to worry about anything outside of this room.
“Tell me how much you love it,” Noah continued.
The words spilled out before Benji knew what was happening. “I love it, I love it so much. I love you.”
Noah’s grip faltered.
Benji’s eyes flew open. But before he could start panicking—apologizing, laughing it off, shame flooding through him in an overwhelming torrent—Noah started jerking him faster, and any trace of shame was washed away by pure pleasure.
Noah’s other hand slid up his chest, closing around his neck. His gaze was so intense Benji couldn’t do anything but whimper as Noah jerked him mercilessly.
“My good boy,” Noah said mindlessly, panting like he was the one being touched. He ground down on Benji’s thigh. “My good, sweet?—”
He cut off, dropping to his knees and sucking Benji into his mouth so fast that Benji had no choice but to spill onto his tongue, rigid and shouting. Throughout it all, Noah held him down. Keeping him still, like Noah had asked.
Benji didn’t even have time to go soft before Noah pulled him down to the floor, wobbling up so his fabric-clad cock was in his face.
“Gonna fuck your throat,” he told Benji, fumbling at his belt.
Benji nodded, dazed. He opened his mouth, saliva already pooling. He was so relieved that Noah hadn’t called him on his slip. That he hadn’t just ruined everything. That Noah was touching him like he always did, maybe even more eagerly than usual.
Noah only managed five thrusts before he came down Benji’s throat, hot and bitter. Benji swallowed it all with a groan. It felt like a reward every time.
Noah stroked his cheek, careful to avoid the bruise. Then he pulled Benji up into a kiss that would be chaste if they didn’t have come in their mouths.
“So,” he said as he buttoned Benji’s shirt back up. “I couldn’t help but notice something you said.”
Benji grimaced, batting his hands away. “Come on, man. I was about to come! You can’t hold me to that.”
He waited for Noah to grin. To tease him. Kiss his cheek and tell him to get in the car. But Noah just stood there, his smile small and tentative.
“I was kind of hoping I could,” he admitted.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Noah hesitated. Then he brushed their noses together, barely touching. “I love you, Benjamin.”
Benjamin’s eyes burned. He blinked hard, swallowing down the shaky feeling that made him want to do something really stupid, like burst into tears or fling himself into Noah’s arms. No one had ever loved him like this.
“Are you sure?” he managed.
Noah laughed. “Pretty damn sure, yeah. What about you? I won’t judge you for taking it back. Heat of the moment.”
“No,” Benji said, determined to get that wistful look out of Noah’s face. He grabbed Noah’s lapels, clenching hard so his hands wouldn’t tremble. “I… I do. Love you.”
For a moment, Noah just stood there, staring. His gaze was so soft that Benji wanted to look away, to cower, to hide himself in Noah’s neck. Then Noah grinned, the lines around his eyes bunching. Benji had never seen him smile so brightly, like something was burning inside of him. It made Benji’s breath stop. It made him want to grab another easel, get this out on canvas. He’d never seen anything so beautiful.
“Okay,” Noah said, as if to himself. “Good. That’s… that’s good.”
He leaned in.
His phone rang in his pocket.
Noah sighed, reaching for it. “We should get going.”
