“It’s not a big deal,” Benji said hurriedly. “It was just scary. Y’know. At the time.”
“You deserved so much better,” Noah told him.
Benji looked at him, his eyes bright and shiny.
“I got better,” he said fiercely. “I got you.”
With that, he flung himself into Noah’s arms. He kissed him hard, like he had something to prove. Like he was trying to drown out all the awful things that had happened in his past and fill them with his future.
Noah pushed Benji down onto the couch and rucked up his dress.
“Hold this,” he instructed.
Benji grabbed the dress obediently, holding it above his hips. He was watching Noah fervently, his lips slack as he watched Noah pull his legs apart.
“Are you—?” Benji cut off with a groan as Noah pushed his fingers inside him, slick with lube he was keeping in his pocket. “Are you gonna let me come?”
“No,” Noah replied simply.
Benji’s soft cock twitched inside its cage, the only thing it could do before the restraints stopped him from actually swelling.
Noah thought about asking if that was alright. But Benji’s eyes were blazing in a way that made Noah think he wouldn’t appreciate it.
“You can take it,” Noah said instead. “Right?”
Benji nodded wildly. “I can do it. Only two more weeks.”
Noah was filled with so much hot pride he almost undid the chastity cage right there. Benji had been so good for him, wearing the chastity cage everywhere.
Benji bared his throat. Noah knew at once what he wanted.
He wrapped his free hand around Benji’s neck, rubbing fondly against the vibration as Benji moaned.
“That’s it,” Noah coaxed, pulsing his fingers against Benji’s prostate and watching him jerk. “How does it feel?”
“Good,” Benji gasped, his hands white in the sleek fabric as he held the dress up.
Noah bent down and kissed his collarbone. “Say my name.”
“Daddy,” Benji groaned.
The wave of lust that rolled over Noah was so hot he almost didn’t notice how rigid Benji went under him. Then the room went silent, and Noah came back to himself while Benji twisted under him.
“Hey,” Noah said reassuringly, stroking Benji’s throat. “Look at me. It’s okay.”
“Fuck off,” Benji said distractedly. His face was red, his eyes averted. “Get off me.”
“Benjamin,” Noah repeated. He leaned over him, pinning him against the couch. His fingers were still in Benji’s hole, rubbing torturously slow.
“I like it,” Noah insisted. “I really,reallylike it.”
Benji went still again. He stared at Noah, and Noah watched the gears turn in his head as the need to please Noah overrode the mortification clear on Benji’s face.
“But,” Benji started. “It’s… weird.”
“Weirder than me putting your cock in a cage and not letting you come for a month?” Noah kissed his forehead, listening to Benji’s breath hitch under him as he twisted his fingers inside his hole. “Weirder than tying you up? Weirder than any of the things we do together?”
“Yeah,” Benji burst out. “I don’t want to fuck my dad!”
