Sam’s breath hitched at the first touch of Ben’s fingers against him. He squirmed at the way Ben was stroking the sensitive skin under his thighs with the pad of his thumb, the way his fingertips were circling his hole, but not pushing inside just yet.
The wait was agonizing. Sam had never been good at patience, but he was even worse at it right now.
He’d been waiting fifteen years for this.
He rocked back and forth, just a little, just enough to encourage Ben to move. Maybe he was nervous, maybe he was teasing—either way, Sam wanted more, and he wanted it now.
“Come on,” Sam pleaded. “You have no idea how good this is gonna feel.”
“I’m starting to get the idea,” Ben mumbled, heat rolling off him as he blushed.
Sam closed his eyes tight, focusing on the single finger that was pressing against him now, rocking his hips again, pushing down so Ben would know it was okay, he wanted this, he was ready for it.
He’d never been more ready for anything in his life.
Finally, Ben added just a little more pressure, pushing the tip of his finger inside Sam. Stars burst behind Sam’s eyelids. He was so close to getting what he wanted now that he could almost taste it.
He pressed his mouth to crook of Ben’s neck, sucking on the delicate skin there. Not hard enough to bruise—he got the feeling Ben wouldn’t appreciate that, not right now—but hard enough to give him something in return, some feedback that this was good, this was what he needed.
Sam groaned lowly as Ben pushed the rest of his finger inside, his cock twitching against his stomach, leaving a sticky trail of precome.
“Good?” Ben asked, breathless, his chest heaving against Sam’s.
Sam nodded eagerly. “You don’t need to be this gentle,” he murmured, trailing his nose up Ben’s neck and then sucking his earlobe into his mouth.
This time, Ben’s cock twitched, brushing against Sam’s as he rocked his hips back and forth. Sam chuckled at the response, excited to know that he’d found a sensitive spot. That information was bound to come in handy later.
He moved both hands away from where he’d been using them for balance and shoved his fingers deep into Ben’s hair, tucking his thumbs behind his ears so he could rub circles into the delicate skin there.
Ben grunted at first, then slipped his finger back out. Sam got halfway through a whine of complaint before he was cut off, Ben shoving two inside him in place of the first one.
This was more like it.
Sam bit down on his lip as he adjusted, then rolled his hips in a full circle, forcing Ben’s fingers deeper inside him, gasping as they brushed over a sensitive spot. A bead of precome rolled down the length of Sam’s almost painfully hard cock, sending a shiver down his spine.
He leaned in closer to kiss Ben, nipping at his lower lip and then swiping his tongue along the inside of it, breathing in his scent deeply. The massage oil from earlier was still clinging to his skin, the smell making Sam’s mouth water all over again.
“I will give you a neck massage every single day if I can fuck you after,” Sam murmured, resting his forehead against Ben’s and increasing the pace of his hips, shifting his position a little to take full advantage of Ben’s fingers inside him.
He couldn’t wait to be filled by Ben’s cock, but this was good, too. Anything he could get from Ben was good.
All the same, the sound of a foil packet crinkling made Sam sigh with relief. They were finally getting to the main event.
It was a minor miracle that he hadn’t already come all over his own stomach. He wanted Ben inside him when he came, but having Ben touch him at all was so good that holding out was becoming more of a challenge with every passing second.
“Are you, uh… umm… ready?” Ben asked, stumbling over each syllable.
Hearing Ben get flustered over this was almost hotter than having his fingers up his ass.
Sam glanced down at Ben’s cock, considered, and then decided that if he didn’t get it inside him now, he might come early and lose his only chance. He was as ready as he needed to be.
“Ready when you are,” he responded, raising his hips so Ben could move his hand.
Biting his lip as Ben’s fingers left him, Sam shifted his position, moving closer, and angled himself so that the head of Ben’s cock was pressed against his hole.
It felt bigger than it had looked, but he wasn’t about to back out now. Instead, he lowered his hips, gasping as Ben’s cock stretched him wide, his thighs trembling with the effort of keeping him steady. A low groan escaped him as he settled into Ben’s lap, the stretch just on the edge of painful, forcing him to wriggle his hips as he got comfortable.
Sam could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead, the combination of arousal and physical effort making his whole body seem too hot.
