“Benjamin—” I lean up, cutting him off mid-suck. He frowns at me, sitting up to meet me in the middle. “As much as I own every inch of you—you have me as well.” I watch Benjamin’s eyes widen—feel his dick pulse against my leg.
“Yeah?” It’s a squeak.
“I want to fuck you. I want to marry you. I wish I could get you pregnant—make you have my kids.” He moans, crawling up into my lap.
“God, Aaron.” I’m grabbing his hips, rubbing him against me where I’m still confined in my shorts.
“Yeah, baby? Am I still?” He’s whining—gripping my hair, panting.
“Yes. I’ll die bowing to you, praying to you.”Aw, shit.He always knows just what to say, just how to get to me. I lean forward and lay him down, standing to take my shorts and briefs off. Once my dick’s out Benjamin’s staring at it. He lets out a tiny whimperand looks up to my eyes.
“You have such a filthy expression right now. You’re always looking at me like you want me to rip you apart.” I’m fisting my cock—staring down at him, watching him now watching me.
“I do.” He whispers. “I really,reallydo.”
“Flip.” He does. I grab hips, bringing his ass to me when I sit on the bed. “I spent so many months, Button—so many miserable months desperate to taste you. To feel you. To see you.” I spread him open—lick a flat strip over his hole.
“Aaron, ahh.” Benjamin’s thighs tense, his knees resting on top of a pillow I placed here to prop him up better. I keep licking him—going at it like I’ll only ever have the next ten seconds with him. “Fuck!”
“I was tortured by the sound of you.” I bite into the meat of his ass, causing him to groan. “I would hear your voice—your moans, your little whimpers on repeat every fucking day. You wouldn’t leave me.” He’s pushing his ass back onto me—looking for me.
I reach over to the bedside table where I put the lube after our last time and pop it open. Benjamin shivers at the sound, gasping when I pour some onto his hole.
“Touch yourself while I finger you, kitten.” His hand shoots up off the bed to grab his dick—ripping a moan from his throat. I take that moment to start sinking my middle finger into him. “Fuck—you’re so tight. So warm. You feel so good already. You're going to have me coming so fast.” Benjamin’s whining again.
“Oh, God—I’m so in love with you.” My cock is pulsing, pressed between the two of us and leaking onto our skin. After he starts pushing back onto my finger, I add another. He gasps. “You’re amazing, Aaron. So amazing.”
“Mhm—you’re stretching so well. Good job, baby.” My heart feels hot and full.
“More, more—please.” I add a third finger, pulling him back by the hip when he jolts forward. “Hnghh.” I rub his back—kiss his dimples, lick into them—suck on them as he groans and twitches under my thrusting fingers. In and out—curling for him until I find it. And I do. “Aaron!”
His hand flies off of his dick—most likely to keep from coming, and he’s starting to cry out—rocking back onto me harder and harder. I’m staring at the bite mark harshly carved into the back of his neck—reaching my hand out to grab him there, holding him down.
“Does that feel good? You look so delicious, Benjamin.”
“Ahh—ahh, Aaron, God—please. Fuck me.”
I pull out my fingers and flip him onto his back. He’s a mess—covered in tears and his own spit, panting and staring up at me like he’s about to die. I lean over him and lick over his lips, up his cheek. He’s whining, pleading with me. I lean back and slick myself up.
“Every time I fuck you from now on—whether it’s nice and slow, or like an animal in heat—know I’m so fucking in love with you the entire time I’m doing it, and I always have been.” I start to sink into him, holding his hips, his thighs over mine. Benjamin’s screaming—hands shoved into his hair as he watches our hips where I’m tearing him open.
“Ugh—God—you’re huge. I’m dying—I’m dying.” He’s telling me, moving his gaze up to meet mine. “Please don’t stop.” A hot strike of lust shoots through me as I stare back at him—looking into those lust-blown hazel eyes.
“I would die if you asked me to.” Right then—I bottom out, and Benjamin comes. His eyes roll back as he moans—shooting come all over his stomach and chest, head falling back onto the bed. I’m pulling out and pushing back in so slowly and he’s screaming louder, shaking and spazzing and clenching beneath me. “You with me?”
“Yes—go, go, please.” He’s losing it, hands wandering all over the place. He doesn’t know what to touch. His nipples—his hair, his face, his stomach. His dick is soft—his come still all over him. As I’m slowly thrusting into him—letting him adjust—I lean down and start lapping at his arousal, taking it from him the way I will take everything else he givesme. “Ahhhhh.”
I lick him clean and when I’m done, I put a bar in my mouth, twisting it slightly with my tongue. This is a fan favorite for Benjamin, I’m learning. His hips buck against mine, burying me deeper in him, pulling a groan from both of us.
“Baby—” I’m talking into his skin, hands still on his hips. “You take me so well. I told you—destined. Set in motion the moment I saw you.” I slam him down onto me, thrusting up into him. Benjamin’s back arches off the bed—his breath caught in his chest as he tries to speak—tries to cry. “I watched you grow up right next to me—watched as our bodies grew in sync to fit together this perfectly.”
“You’re there—it’s right there, Aaron.” Benjamin looks down his body at me, his hands covering mine over his hips. “Please.” It’s such a soft, gentle plea.
I pound into him repeatedly—angling right where he wants it—watching his dick harden until it's bouncing with every thrust. He’s moaning like he’s feeling pleasure for the first time and maybe after all the time we’ve spent apart this feels like his first time again.
His eyes are hardly open—just barely able to peek out and stare at my chest—or maybe the blue bird. He’s trembling so badly it’s possible he’ll break; his hair matted to his forehead and his face the expression of pure ecstasy. And I’m doing that to him. Aw, fuck. I’m close.
I slam into him hard—gripping his hips with such force I know it’ll bruise.
