Benji’s brain started to go floaty. For a moment, it freaked him out, the idea of going into subspace—even if it wasn’t very deep—when he was 40,000 feet in the air. Then Noah kissed him, and all of Benji’s worries melted.
Noah had him. No matter what happened, he could trust that.
Benji did stay still. He sometimes needed Noah’s hand to help him along, holding hard to his hip or pressing him down against the pool table. But he stayed where Noah moved him, his bare chest pressed against the stiff green of the pool table as Noah rocked into him.
Benji whimpered. His thighs were aching from being shoved against the border of the table, and he had been hovering on the edge of orgasm so long it was starting to hurt.
“Please,” he begged. “Please let me come, Ineedit. You feel so fucking good, I can’t?—”
He cut off with a groan as Noah took his cock around the base and squeezed, starving off his orgasm.
“You’ll take what I give you,” Noah said low in his ear. “And if you can’t, you know what to say.”
Benji dropped his sweaty forehead against the pool table. He didn’t need to safeword; he needed tocome. There was a point where orgasm denial stopped being fun and started getting torturous, and they were rapidly nearing that stage.
“Wanna put you in a cock cage,” Noah said as he thrust into him. “So, you can’t even get hard, you just have to take it.”
Benji groaned, his cock spasming in Noah’s fist. He was leaking onto the pool table, dripping over the wood. He wondered if Noah would make him clean it up with his tongue and groaned harder at the thought, his mouth watering as Noah fucked him faster.
“Yeah?” Noah kissed the back of his neck. “You like that? You don’t get to decide if you get hard, let alone if you come. You’d give all of yourself to me.”
“Yours,” Benji breathed. “Fuck,yes, wanna be yours, wanna be all?—”
Noah cut him off with a particularly hard thrust, making Benji cry out so loud that Noah slapped a hand over his mouth.
“So noisy,” he chided. “I really don’t know if I can let you come, baby.”
Benji made a muffled noise against his palm, trying to tell him how good he had been, how still, even if Noah had to help him with that a few times. That he needed to come so bad his cock ached, that he was trying to rub against the wooden table to get relief.
Then Noah relented. His hand started moving up and down Benji’s shaft, making Benji sob and twitch under his grasp.
“But I’ll be nice today,” Noah said, jerking him faster. “Aren’t I good to you? Don’t you love it?”
Benji nodded desperately.
“Show me how much,” Noah said.
Benji sank his teeth into the meat of Noah’s palm and came, his yell muffled in Noah’s spit-slick skin. He shot all over the pool table, shaking so hard his legs would have given out if Noah didn’t have him bent over it.
He sagged onto the table. He was only dimly aware of Noah coming inside him, and he sighed with satisfaction as he was filled up.
Finally, Noah pulled out of him, kissing the knob of Benji’s spine.
“Stay,” he instructed.
Benji stayed. He tried to straighten his legs, take some of his weight off the pool table, but they felt like water. He slumped back down onto the table, gasping as he felt Noah part his cheeks. He waited for Noah’s tongue, or failing that, a cloth. But something big and blunt pressed inside instead, and Benji’s mouth fell open on a shocked groan as Noah pressed a toy into him.
“Easy,” Noah said. “Don’t get hard again. We’re going back out in a minute.”
Benji made a confused noise. Then he felt the base settle against his hole, shorter than any toy Noah had used on him before, and realized it wasn’t a vibrator. It was a plug.
“Is that…” Benji swallowed, grimacing as he realized he had a pool of drool under his cheek. “Is that what you got out of your bag before we came down?”
Noah kissed his thigh. “It was.”
“Thought it was just lube,” Benji muttered. He shifted, feeling the plug move inside him. It wasbig, just as the thickest part of Noah’s cock.
“‘S big,” Benji said. “Why?”
