Then Noah’s grip hardened around his chin. “Strip and get on the bed.”
Benji moaned. He took a moment to lean into Noah’s grip, excited and grateful and so, so in love. Then he ran for the bedroom, flicking on the light. He stumbled over his own feet in his haste to get on the bed, yanking his pants and fancy boots off before lying naked on the bed, chest heaving, naked except for the chastity cage around his soft cock and the collar around his neck.
Noah stepped into the room, still wearing his slacks. Benji huffed a dazed laugh as he noticed what Noah was carrying: Benji's wedding cape. he’d doubled back to grab it from the apartment floor.
“Hands together,” Noah instructed.
Benji clasped his hands over his head eagerly. Noah tied his wrists together, and Benji pulled just to feel the soft material against his skin. Every touch was magnified: the sheets against his bare back, Noah’s hand resting on his hip.
“Please,” Benji said. He canted his hips up, the plastic cage brushing Noah’s clothed thigh.
For a moment, Noah leaned back, staring down at him with wonder. The wonder was still there as he ran his hands down Benji’s stomach, down the fine hairs, and onto his groin, where his cock had been trapped in plastic for a whole month.
“A monthwaspretty ambitious,” Noah admitted as Benji whimpered. He closed his hand around the screw. “Let’s get this off of you, baby.”
Benji shook with excitement as Noah unscrewed the chastity belt. Then the pressure was gone, and Noah bent down to take Benji’s cock in his mouth, holding Benji down as he writhed.
Noah hummed around Benji’s hardening length and pulled off. “Forgot how fun it was, watching you get hard. Usually, you’re hard as soon as I touch you. So desperate for me.”
“Well,nowI fucking am,” Benji said. He meant it to be joking, but it came out as a whine.
Noah licked Benji’s cockhead apologetically. Benji tipped his head back into the pillows, dizzy from how fast he was getting hard.
Then the touch on his cock was gone. Noah leaned over him, fitting a finger into the O-ring in Benji’s collar and tugging absentmindedly before kissing him. Then he pulled back, reaching for the lube on the nightstand.
“I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want to you now,” Noah said warmly, skating his lubed fingers down Benji’s navel. “Because you’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” Benji said, delirious with joy.
“I’m yours…?” Noah trailed off pointedly.
Benji gasped as Noah’s slick fingers entered him. Two of them, thick and fast, curling up until they hit that spot that made Benji’s toes curl.
“Daddy,” Benji managed, his cock throbbing in time with his pounding heartbeat. “I’m yours, Daddy.”
Noah pressed a kiss against his forehead. His words were low and commanding, but his tone was so gentle. The silk was soft against Benji’s wrists, and Noah’s fingers kept pressing against that spot inside him as he fingered him. Because Noah might be doing whatever he wanted, but at the end of the day, what he wanted was to fill Benji with so much pleasure he couldn’t take it.
Noah stretched him quickly, then pulled his fingers out and placed his cock against Benji’s entrance. There was no easing him into it like he often did, just a long, rapid slide, like he couldn’t wait to get inside him. They both groaned as Noah bottomed out, his balls flush against Benji’s ass.
“You can take it,” Noah said. But there was a silent question in his eyes.
Benji rocked against him, making them both groan again. “I can! I can take it. I can?—”
He cut off with a cry as Noah slammed into him, pulling the O-ring in his collar until it went taut against his throat.
“My beautiful boy,” Noah panted, staring deep into Benji’s eyes as he fucked him. “You lasted all month. You wanted it so much. Every time I fucked you, I watched you talk yourself into lasting one more day. I’m so proud of you, baby.”
Benji keened. He’d felt wild before, but now he was slipping into something simpler. Sweeter. That down-deep calm that nobody but Noah could get him to access. That impossible feeling of safety and comfort, even when Noah was fucking him so hard the bed creaked.
Noah dropped his head to Benji’s neck, thrusting faster.
“Can’t believe you did that for me,” Noah mumbled into his neck. “I kept wondering if it was too much.”
“Never,” Benji gasped.
It was a lie. They both knew it. Safewords existed for a reason, and Benji would surely have to use his sometime. But Benji knew what Noah was saying underneath it, and what Benji was saying in kind: Noah would never be too much for him. Benji would take all he had to offer, and gladly, for the rest of their lives.
Noah groaned, pressing Benji into the sheets. He was losing control in a way Benji rarely saw. He wondered how many people had gotten to see Noah like this and decided that it was probably the number of people who had seen Benji with his walls down: very fucking few.
