It takes me a solid five minutes to find what I’m looking for, and I can’t stop thinking about poor Benjamin all frozen and naked, wet and pent up. Fuck—that’s so hot. Is he wondering where I am? Itching for me to touch him? So needy he could die? I rush back to the door and find Amber sitting against it on her phone.
“Hey!” She says, hoping up. She looks at the bottle of lube in my hand and grins up at me, patting my shoulder. “She’s all yours. Go get ‘em tiger.” Then she disappears back towards the first floor. I shake my head and go back in, locking the door behind me.
I pause at the door, take my shoes off and look over at the bed. Benjamin is whining softly, a continuous sound that I wish I could record and play every time I’m alone.
“Aaron?” He calls—voice quiet and a little scared.
“It’s me.” It sounds like a promise, and he sighs. Unable to lift his head for fear of tipping the bottle, he can’t look at me, forced to stay zeroed in on the ceiling. The moon shines so obscenely over his body, his tear-soaked face. He trembles, twitching sporadically.
“You were gone for so long.” Benjamin mutters, clearly not happy with my disappearing act—especially when he has no ideawhy I left in the first place. I tower over the side of the bed, still just out of view.
“You are so beautiful.” I say, ignoring his complaint. He closes his eyes.
“Ugh, fuck. Please for the love of God take this bottle away so I can move.” I chuckle at him, reaching an arm over to remove the water, recapping it and putting it on the table. He sits up, reevaluating his surroundings and rubbing his wrists. Then he looks at me. “Where did you go?” I tilt my head, observing him. I debate telling him he doesn’t get to question me, but I don’t see the point. I hold up the lube.
“I can’t finger fuck you dry, Benjamin.” He gulps, nodding gently as he stares at the bottle.
“Where—actually—nevermind. I don’t want to know.” He shakes his head. I chuckle again, pushing him back by his chest the same way I did earlier, this time until he’s flat on the bed. I place the lube on the bed and take my shirt back off, dropping it to the floor. Benjamin watches me, exhaling loudly as he looks me up and down.
I climb in between his legs and push them up his body to bend at the knee, exposing all of him to me.
I suck in a deep breath. He’s smooth there too. Pink and soft. My hands itch to touch him, squeezing his thighs where I hold him instead. My eyes find his and he’s staring me down. Worrying his bottom lip, his nervous eyes are trying to read me, to figure out what I think, what I’m feeling.
“Button, has anyone other than me seen this part of you?” Slowly, he nods, and I feel my entire soul as it’s ripped from my fucking body. As I’m trying to wrap my head around the fact that this means he’s most likely not a virgin in regards to his ass, he says—
“The lady who taught me how to wax, she did it for me the first time so… It was cheaper that way. For swimming, ya know?” He looks uncomfortable, rambling away. A relieved laugh pours out of me. I lean the side of my head against his knee and stare down at him.
“And that’s all?”
“Yeah, that’s all.”
“So, you’ve never-”
“No, I’ve never been touched there. Not even by myself, not like that.” The excitement that blossoms throughout my entire body is so sweet I have to breathe a bit deeper so as to not hyperventilate. It must show on my face, because Benjamin laughs. “You’re so weird about the randomest shit.”
I don’t respond, instead I pick up the lube and pour a generous amount of it on my fingers. Now, I imagine this is a lot like fingering a girl—only gentler because of how tight the muscle is. I’ve never done this, and I’ve never seen it done, but I’m confident that I at the very least won’t hurt him. I rub the lube between my fingers, warming it up. My eyes find Benjamin again and he looks uneasy, nervous.
“Okay?” He nods. “Tell me if anything hurts. Or if you’re done. Promise me.” He nods again. I turn my mouth inward, kissing along his thigh, running my tongue along the skin and raising goosebumps in its wake. Benjamin groans, dropping his head back on the bed, the fingers of the hand not covered in lube skimming the shaft of his dick.
While he's distracted with that, I circle the rim of his hole gently, spreading some of the lube. He gasps, clenching at the blanket by his hip. I keep kissing his thighs, fingers grazing his dick. He pants, slowly untensing his muscles as he adjusts to the feeling of me circling and rubbing against the ring of muscle. I prod gently and his thighs tense as he whines, throwing an arm over his eyes as if he’s trying to hide himself.
Slowly, I push my finger past that tight ring of muscle and enter inside of him, all the way to my first knuckle. He groans and I feel it in my chest, from his body transferred to mine.
“Button?”
“Good, good, I’m good.” He rushes, panting heavily and still adamantly clenching the blankets.
I give him a minute to adjust to the intrusion, then I wrap my hand around his dick and stroke him as I push my finger the rest of the way in.
“Ahhhhh.” Benjamin moans, springing up to rest on his elbows, eyes wide and brows furrowed. His hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat as he stares me in the eyes. I can see the question he’d ask if he could find the words.
“Try to relax, baby. You need to adjust.” He nods, taking in a sharp breath. “Breathe slow and deep.” He listens, and I keep lightly stroking him, my finger still.
“Is it… is it supposed to hurt and feel good at the same time?” He asks, his muscles relaxing around me little by little. His voice is watery, his lips bitten raw as I kiss his thigh again, then suck a dark hickey onto it. He grunts. Benjamin looks like he’s falling apart piece by piece—so fucking delicious.
“That’s normal.” Well, at least it is for women. I imagine it’s the same thing. Nodding, he lays back down and I take that as my sign to continue.
Stroking a bit harder, I retract my finger just a bit, then push back in slowly. I feel his labored breaths, and we continue with this fight until he’s nothing but whimpers as I move. I drag my finger all the way out of him, then plunge back in. His back arches off of the bed, and I try not to focus too hard on how hot, how wet and tight the inside of him is. I try to keep myself from rolling my hips forward to rub my dick against the zipper of my jeans, which would have me coming just from fingering him.
