“How did I never know you had a huge cock?” Sam asked, still breathless.
“I… do?” Ben looked up at him. His eyes were dark, his lips parted just a little, his hair already a mess from where Sam’s fingers had been running through it. Loathe as he was to let go, Sam moved his hands to Ben’s shoulders instead, needing to grip them for leverage.
He chuckled at Ben’s response as it hit him, delayed by everything else that was going on. Ben wasn’t a virgin, but it was just like him that he’d never realized how big he was.
“Yeah.” Sam shifted side to side, getting used to the slightly-too-big intrusion. Once he’d adjusted, it’d be perfect. He could definitely get used to having a boyfriend this big.
That was, if Ben wanted to be his boyfriend.
He really hoped so.
“Oh.” Ben swallowed, blinking a few times. Heat was rolling off him in waves, and Sam could feel the tension in his hips and thighs. Ben was holding back, remaining calm, but only through sheer force of will.
“Is it, uh. Okay?” Ben asked, his voice trembling. He moved one hand from Sam’s thigh to his ass, his thumb pressing in deep as he spread his legs just a little wider, gave his hips a single, experimental thrust.
Sam’s breath hitched at the movement, his senses so overloaded that he could feel Ben’s cock shifting inside him, feel every tiny movement deep in his gut. He knew it had been a while, but he also knew that he was recording every moment of this to revisit forever. If Ben never wanted to do this again, Sam intended to preserve the memory.
“Perfect,” Sam gasped. “You’re perfect,” he added, darting closer to catch Ben’s lips, rolling his hips in a slow circle and whining in the back of his throat as every nerve ending inside him lit up, every muscle in his body tensed with renewed urgency.
“You’reperfect,” Ben responded between kisses, moving his other hand so they were both gripping Sam’s ass, pulling him in closer.
Unable to hold back any longer, Sam raised his hips by inches and slammed them back down, setting a pace that would mean neither of them lasted much longer. It didn’t matter. He wanted to get Ben off, make him grunt and moan and come sobbing.
He wanted Ben begging for more later, he wanted this to be so good that Ben wouldn’t be able to resist him, that he wouldn’t have second thoughts. Not now, not ever.
“You feel so good,” Sam murmured, resting his forehead against Ben’s again, gripping his shoulders harder. Now that the discomfort had faded, he sped up his strokes, rocking back and forth eagerly on Ben’s cock.
Hot need built in his stomach, tension building in his thighs, at the base of his spine, making his balls heavy. Soft grunts and needy whimpers replaced the conversation, the unmistakable sound of skin hitting skin punctuating every low moan.
Sam screwed his eyes shut and bit his lip, concentrating on the burning in his overworked thighs, the pressure in his gut, the jagged build toward his orgasm, every thrust rubbing his cock against Ben’s skin, sending sharp spikes of pleasure directly to his balls.
Concentrating on every breath Ben took, on the way his own heartbeat was pounding in his ears, on the citrus scent of his shampoo, on the agonizing push-pull of frustration and release, on the pads of Ben’s fingers sinking so hard and deep into the flesh of his ass that he knew there’d be bruises later.
“So close,” Sam whispered, his voice rough and soft. “So close,” he gasped for breath, his head spinning, his lungs burning for air.
He still couldn’t get his mind off how deep Ben was inside him, how connected they were right now, how he never wanted to be anywhere but in Ben’s lap, taking his gorgeous cock and getting off on it.
Ben nodded, either to let Sam know he understood, or to agree that he was close, too, or just because it was the only thing he could manage to do in response right now. Sam sped up again, putting his entire weight behind each thrust, needy moans breaking free of his throat as he approached the edge of coming, urgency spurring him on.
The next moment, Ben growled lowly and pulled Sam in hard, bucking his hips up into him as much as his position allowed, threatening to topple them both over.
That was all it took to set Sam off, his own hips jerking forward as the lightning-bolt rush of his orgasm hit him, deep inside at first, then shooting through his balls and finally, his cock. He coated Ben’s stomach with come, still rocking and bucking against him as aftershocks of pleasure made him gasp and moan.
For long moments after, all Sam could hear was the rush of blood in his own ears, the sound of himself gasping for breath. He leaned heavily against Ben, unable to get his worn-out muscles to cooperate for the moment.
As always, Ben took his weight without complaint.
Ben wriggled after a few moments, and Sam grunted at the sensation of Ben’s softened cock slipping out of him, obviously spent.
It was a shame that he’d missed seeing Ben’s face when he came. He’d have to pay more attention next time.
“Wow,” Ben said, his voice deep and rough. “That was, uh. Wow.”
Sam chuckled, climbing off him gingerly and crawling onto the bed to lie down. “Yeah,” he said, staring up at the ceiling.
He could say something more intelligent about it later.
The sound of rustling fabric caught his attention, but he couldn’t be bothered moving to look and see what was going on.
He figured it out a few moments later, when Ben landed next to him on the bed, just close enough for them to touch in a few places.
“Nap time,” Sam said, stretching his fingers and curling his toes before letting himself sink into the mattress beneath him.
“Okay,” Ben responded softly, settling in as well.
Sam reached out to take his hand, his heart skipping when Ben accepted it, resting both of them on his chest so that Sam could feel his heartbeat slowing down progressively.
He knew he’d be sore when he woke up, but for now, he couldn’t bring himself to care. As long as he had Ben, he was happy.
