I pull Ben closer, my hands grip his waist. My mouth finds the crook of his neck, and I refresh the fading mark that was left there a few nights ago.
“Oh, fuck. I love your marks on my body,” he tells me through heated breath.
“I love seeing them on you, too, my flower,” I tell him before my lips find a fresh spot to mark. His fingers dig into my scalp.
The world outside fades away. There’s only this moment, this overwhelming, beautiful certainty that whatever comes next, we will face it and embrace it, together.
“I need you, Jason. Now,” Ben demands with a sense of urgency.
I lean over to the nightstand and pull out the lube. When my fingertips brush a condom wrapper, I grin at the idea that I don’t need to mess with it.
Ben lies on his back and lifts his legs, holding his knees.
I feel his tight heat around my middle finger, and he groans. “I hate the prep,” Ben tells me.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I remind him why we do this before adding another finger. The prep doesn’t take long since we’ve been having sex regularly and he’s pretty stretched already. Maybe I can buy him a plug? Mmm, new kink unlocked. Seeing Ben with a plug would be my undoing.
When I crook my finger, he arches off the bed. “Please, Daddy, I need you. Now!”
I grab the lube with my free hand and drizzle it down my shaft. I add a little more to his hole before removing my fingers. He groans in protest.
“Hold on.” I chuckle at his urgent demand.
Tossing the lube to the side, I place his ankles on my shoulders and line up the head of my dick to his hole and press forward. The head of my cock slips into his warm, wet heat, and I moan as I breach the ring of muscle. Skin on skin. It’s….everything.
Ben reaches up and grabs hold of my waist, pulling me into him. My needy boy. I push forward and stop when his face winces. “Breathe, baby,” I remind him.
When he lets out the breath that he was holding, I push forward. Inch by agonizing inch before I bottom out, my balls slapping against his ass. I lean over and rub my stubble on his calf before biting down gently. Then harder. My teeth are leaving an imprint.
“Move. Please, move.” Ben writhes beneath me, and I comply.
I don’t take it slow, like usual. This time, I give my boy what he needs.
I pull out, leaving the head inside his heat before slamming back inside, all the way to the hilt.
Ben’s moan encourages me to continue as I assault his ass. Over, and over. And over.
Feeling him raw has me ready to explode.
“I-I’m not gonna…last.” Ben’s breathy words have me slowing down. “No, don’t stop. Own me. Take what you need.”
And I slam into him. Forceful. I feel the sweat drip down my back, and Ben’s hair is stuck to his forehead from sweat.
A few more thrusts, and I don’t have time to warn him before I’m spilling inside. Marking what is mine.
“Oh, damn,” Ben calls out before his hands grip my hips harder and white splashes on his stomach, coming hands free.
Releasing his legs, I lay next to him on the bed, holding him close.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I ask, concern lacing my voice.
He shakes his head. “That was,” he starts, trying to catch his breath, “everything.”
I brush the sweaty strands from his forehead and kiss his temple. “I agree.”
After a few minutes to float back to Earth, I roll off the bed and help him stand. “Come on, let’s hop in the shower, and then we can go to sleep.”
“‘Kay,” he mumbles, sounding half asleep.
