Benji glowed with pride. Noah was usually so focused on making Benji lose it, Benji didn’t always get to hear Noah’s enjoyment until he was too out of it to properly appreciate it. Hearing Noah take his pleasure like this made Benji squirm against the carpet, his bruised thighs twinging and his sore hole flexing around the load Noah had pumped into him last night. Maybe if Benji did a good enough job, Noah would lick it out of him again. Or fuck him, no lube required.
Benji ground his nose into Noah’s pubes and swallowed around his cock. He hadn’t taken enough time to ease into it, and his eyes were watering more than normal. But Noah was moaning so loudly above him, his hips flexing as he started to fuck Benji’s mouth.
Benji relaxed into it. He tried to suck every time Noah pulled back, but it was hard to focus with Noah fucking him like this. So, he let his lips go slack and allowed Noah to use him.
The bedroom filled with wet noises. Spit dripped down his chin, splattering onto his folded thighs. Noah liked it sloppy.And Benji wanted to make him feel good, wanted it so badly he thrummed with it.
“God, you look good like this,” Noah said raggedly. “Been thinking about sticking a dildo on the headboard, like we talked about. So, you can have a cock in both holes at once. You’d like that, right? You couldn’t decide which hole you’d want me to fuck. You wanted me in both.”
Benji groaned. His head was getting spinny, and only partly because his breathing was being cut off every other second.
“So hungry for it,” Noah breathed. His hips moved faster, his hand dropping down to trace the bulge that appeared in Benji’s throat every time he bottomed out.
Benji grabbed his ass, squeezing desperately and staring up at Noah with wet eyes. Noah knew what he looked like when he was begging. Even if he couldn’t speak.
“I know, baby,” Noah panted. “I’m gonna give it to you. You gonna take it?”
Benji hummed wetly. He could feel Noah growing even thicker in his mouth, twitching in his throat.
“So beautiful,” Noah said. Then he shuddered, gripping Benji’s hair so hard his scalp stung. He pulled him as far as he could onto his cock as he came, thick and salty down Benji’s throat. “There you go, baby. Take it.”
Benji held his breath, his eyelids fluttering as he choked and swallowed. His head was blissfully empty, just like Noah promised. Even with his cock throbbing in his boxers.
Noah pulled his softening cock out of Benji’s mouth and wiped the last drop of come onto Benji’s lip.
Benji licked it off automatically. He looked up at Noah, waiting. His throat felt sore, which meant Noah would bring him tea later, or some honey. Noah always did after he fucked his throat.
“Do you want to come?” Noah asked softly.
Benji nodded.
Noah tilted his head. He was watching Benji so fondly, but Benji could see it in his eyes: he was thinking about saying no. About denying him, seeing how much Benji could take. About saving it up for next time, making it all the sweeter when he finally did get his release.
“Not now,” Noah said.
Benji groaned. His hips twitched, rutting against Noah’s pant leg. “Please?”
“No, baby. Not this time.” Noah stroked his hair and pulled him up, pressing an annoyingly sweet kiss on his lips. “Say thank you for my cock.”
Benji thought about swearing at him. But he loved the deprivation, even if he simultaneously hated it right now. He loved being good for Noah.
“Thank you,” he muttered.
Noah smiled. “You're welcome. Now come on, I'll make you some tea.”
Afterward, when Benji was drinking lemon tea and sucking honey off a spoon and coming down from the high of not being allowed to come, Noah frowned down at his phone.
Benji leaned over. “What?”
“Nothing,” Noah said. But it was a second too late, and Benji recognized those text alerts. They were the same ones Daphne got when someone published an article about them.
He leaned over.
SUGAR BABY’S FATHER WANTS HIS SON BACK, the article proclaimed. Then, underneath: NO, NOT THAT ONE.
“Benji,” Noah started.
Benji shushed him and scrolled further.
