“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Noah said. “You can move however you want.”
It was almost useless to tell him. If Benji got fucked thoroughly enough, he would go limp and boneless on the bed. Noah was pretty sure he was already at that stage, especially if Noah gave it to him good. No teasing, just hard fucking.
Benji’s thankful noise turned into a high-pitched whine as Noah sank in with one long thrust.
Noah fucked him fast and deep, leaning down to fold Benji’s neck into the crook of his arm. He didn’t squeeze, he never did. No pressure on his windpipe, just like Benji asked.
“Say you’re mine,” Noah panted.
Benji’s reply was desperate and immediate. “I’m yours!”
Noah’s eyes slammed shut. He fucked Benji faster, unable to stop himself as his mind filled with knots and collars and golden rings, Benji tied to him for as long as they both shall live.
His orgasm slammed into him so hard his vision greyed out. He barely had enough presence of mind to reach down and fumble at Benji’s cock, which only took two short strokes before Benji wailed and came, muffling his sobs into the bedsheets.
Noah cleaned him up. Then he sat on the bed and watched Benji’s chest rise and fall, his neck and torso covered in healing bruises from Noah’s mouth.
Benji wanted to marry him. Noah was…almostsure of it. He was just scared. Suspicious of having anything good in his life, always waiting for it to end. He was scared of how much he relied on Noah, scared by his love for him.
Noah had to show him he was safe. That he wasn’t going anywhere, that Benji could make a life with him.
He just had to make sure he didn’t scare Benji off first.
CHAPTER 3
Benji woke up stressed.
This was not uncommon. He’d spent most of his life stressed. Would he get beaten up today? Would he pass a class? What the hell was going on with his batshit parents? Was he getting fired? Did he have enough money for rent?
Most of his mornings were spent sifting through the stress to figure out what he had to worry about this time. The usual stressors flooded in. School. Money. Whoever was pissed at him this time.
You’re on summer break, his brain replied helpfully.You don’t have a job to get to, and you have more money than you ever dreamed. Your dad and Dillion and a bunch of strangers who read gossip rags are pissed at you, but don’t worry! Your billionaire boyfriend will take care of it. Because he loves you. He loves you so much he wants to MARRY you.
Benji was suddenly wide awake and surging with adrenaline. He turned over and saw Noah asleep next to him, bathed in morning light.
He was so beautiful, Benji wanted to cry. He maturely suppressed the urge and snuck out of bed, only pausing for a second to enjoy the twinge in his sore hole. Noah had taken himapart so thoroughly that he hadn’t been worried about anything when he finally fell asleep.
If only that feeling stayed, Benji thought as he grabbed his boxers and his phone and headed into the on-suite bathroom.
Daphne answered with a sleepy mumble that sounded vaguely like Benji’s name.
“Daph,” Benji whispered. “It’s me. Wake up more, I don’t want to have to say this shit twice.”
Daphne yawned, sheets rustling on her end of the line. “‘M awake. Hope you guys left for a good reason, the gallery was super fun. Me and Tia got McDonald’s after. So, what happened? Security guys wouldn’t tell us anything.”
It was good that Daphne didn’t know. That meant there were no articles up about the clusterfuck of last night. She had a Google alert for anything about Noah or Benji.
Benji sat down on the cushy bathmat, his mind whirling. What should he tell her first? He felt like it had been a hundred years since he had seen her last.
“Noah asked me to marry him,” he said in a rush.
There was a long pause.
“Holy shit,” Daphne said finally, sounding much more awake. “Ben! That’s amazing! What did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything! Chet showed up right after!”
“Chet,” Daphne said, sounding confused. She had never officially met the man, after all. And Benji didn’t talk about him much. But before Benji could clarify, she gasped.
