“Duh. I’ll be here a lot anyway. Might as well.”
Flipping him under me, I study his face. Benjamin looks happy. Now that I can actually focus on literally anything—I can see how bright he is. Even his hair looks brighter. I swear I’ve seen at least two sun smiles since he got here. He looks… happy.
“Is that right?” He’s giggling, trying to get his trapped hands from under where I’ve propped on my elbows around him.
“How else will you make me come all the time?” My eyes widen at the sudden comment. Vulgar and a seemingly completely legitimate answer.
“You little demon.” I’m tickling him—watching his face get red as he laughs, kicking his feet behind me. “You trying to go right now? Is that it?”
“Help! I’m dying!” He’s laughing so hard he’s gasping for breath. Finally, I cease my tickles. “Ugh—you animal.” Benjamin glares at me.
“Yeah? Let’s see how much of an animal I can be.” I slide my arm under him—sneaking it down to grab his ass. He’s giggling again as I kiss him, sliding his tongue into my mouth, rubbing that little ball along the roof. “Mmmm.” I push his hips up into mine. He pulls away.
“But seriously Aaron—you need to eat.” My eyesnarrow.
“What do you mean?”
“Your fridge is empty—no dishes are drying or dirty, and youpassedout after fucking me.” Alright—he’s got me there. I roll off of him, heading to the bathroom. “Where are you going?”
“Shower?” I grab a towel out of the closet.
“Me too!” I grab two.
The shower takes a minute to heat up so I turn it on and brush my teeth. Benjamin watches me. When I finish, he stays there, waiting.
“What?”
“I’m waiting for you to undress me.”This fucking demon. “They are your clothes after all.” Benjamin shrugs, leaning his back against the closed door in my shirt and my briefs.
“Okay—I like you most when you’re naked anyway.”
“Youpervert.” He’s grinning at me as I pull his shirt off, letting me kiss his neck, his chest, his stomach.
“Benjamin—when I came to get you at the club on your debut night.” He nods. “It took every ounce of self-control I had to not touch you here.” I drag my tongue from one hip to the other, listening to his breath hitch, hand in my hair. My briefs are tenting from where they sit on his body.
“Well, aren’t you so lucky then.” When I give him a confused look—pulling the underwear off so he can step out of them—he continues. “No longer needing all that pesky self-control.”
His dicks in my mouth before he can stop me. I swallow him down—groaning at the taste of his skin, the bead of precum forming—the smell of my own laundry detergent.
Benjamin’s moaning, head thrown back against the door, palms flat on the wood.
“Aaron, fuck. You need… fuck. You need to eat—come on.” He’s trying to pull me off of him but no way in hell is he getting out of here without coming in my mouth. I pull off of him just enough to speak.
“I am eating. Leave me alone.” I swallow him down to the back of my throat.
“Aaron—God—fuck.” His hands thread into my hair, his hips bucking up. I let him—he can fuck my mouth if he wants. Benjamin seems to realize he has newfound freedom.
Curious and cautious—his grip on my hair tightens and he pushes into my mouth again. I suck on him—stay still, look him in the eyes. That seems to get him going, his hips thrusting into me at a steady pace. He’s being gentle, I can tell. I grab his wrists and pull his hands away, popping off of him again.
“Button—I’m not made of glass. Fuck my face so we can shower.” His eyes widen, full of desire as he stares down at me.
“Ah, fuck.” He mutters and I suck him back in. He grips my hair and like the good boy he is, he listens, fucking into me fast and hard. He’s desperate—staring down at me with the strangest expression as he gasps and groans.
It’s almost like he’s confused—in awe, just can’t believe we’re here. I’m gagging, tears rolling down my cheeks. When he thrusts as far back as he can and holds me there—the way I used to do to him—I groan. My eyes can’t focus. I feel so overwhelmed—so completely taken by him in this moment. Something I’mnotused to. Right when I consider tapping him to remind him I do need air eventually—he pulls out enough to let me breathe. I’m gasping around his dick, then sucking it back in. He does that over and over—harder and harder. I realize he’s copying me, what I do to him. I can see why he’s such a brat now. He wants this.
Benjamin’s close—I can feel his thrusts losing rhythm. He’s whining then groaning, leaning over more and more. When he’s about to come he tries to pull out. Whether it’s to stop the orgasm or to come on me rather than in my mouth—I don’t care. I grab his ass and pull him to me, my nose flush with his skin.
“Ah—ah! Aaron, please, I’m close—oh fuck.” I have him swallowed down my throat—gagging and trying to swallow him all the way down. I don’t let him move; I keep him here with me. After a few seconds he grips my hair in a death grip, and I feel his legs start to give. I feel hot spurts of his come shooting down my throat—gagging me further. “Shit—shit, Aaron!Fuck, baby.Fuck.”
