“We haven’t got all day,” Sam responded, though his face gave away how touched he was to hear it.
He was also right. Ben stood, his hands moving straight to his belt as he kicked his shoes off.
It was a simple, everyday task to get undressed, but watching Sam do it at the same time, his hard cock springing free of his underwear as he slid them off with his jeans, made it a little more difficult.
Ben wet his lips, remembering how good it had felt to have Sam’s mouth around his cock, and promising himself that he’d return the favor someday.
Someday soon. He intended to have alotmore sex with Sam.
Ben pulled his t-shirt off roughly before bending down to kiss Sam, encouraging him to back up on the bed. Ben wanted him laid out in the middle of it, at his mercy, ready to be worshipped, pleasured, loved.
There was no one else he’d ever wanted like this before.
He crawled up the bed, reaching out for the basket they still hadn’t moved back to the bathroom and grabbed one of the lube bottles and a condom, tearing it open and rolling it on straight away so he wouldn’t have to pause later.
“I could get used to having you like this more often,” Ben said, pouring a generous bead of lube onto his fingers to warm it between them.
Sam raised his knees lazily, spreading his legs to give Ben space to kneel between them.
Ben didn’t pause to tease this time. Instead, he circled Sam’s hole once, and then pressed his finger inside. He was still hotter and tighter than Ben expected, taking his finger without a single hesitation or complaint, so obviously eager for this. Sam bit down on his lip, his hips lifting off the mattress as Ben started to open him up.
A drop of precome appeared at the tip of Sam’s cock, welling up and then spilling over onto his stomach, leaving a smear there.
Ben watched, mesmerized, his own cock twitching in response. It was so good to see the evidence that Sam was getting off on this, to be able to watch him squirm as Ben added a second finger alongside the first, to hear the soft, needy moans coming from further up the bed.
“You sound like you’re enjoying this,” Ben murmured, pleased with himself. He wanted Sam to enjoy this. He wanted Sam to love this so much that they never stopped doing it regularly.
“I am.” Sam rolled his hips in a slow circle, sighing deeply. “You should try it sometime.”
“Maybe I will,” Ben said. He’d trust Sam to do this for him, and if the look on his face meant anything, it obviously felt good. He remembered his moment of disappointment when Sam hadn’t done this for him, his curiosity at what it would feel like.
They could save exploring that for later. Right now, this was all about Sam.
Remembering that he’d seemed uncomfortable for a moment last time, Ben slipped a third finger in when he felt Sam’s muscles ease, stretching him just a little wider this time. It was a tight fit at first, but Ben got the sense it’d make things easier when he switched out his fingers for his cock.
Sam grunted as he started moving inside him, his fingers digging deep into the bed sheets, but he was already making a sticky mess on his own stomach, so Ben didn’t stop.
“Comeon,” Sam begged after a moment, as if to confirm that the extra finger wasn’t a problem at all.
Ben couldn’t pretend he wasn’t getting desperate as well. His whole body felt tense, urgency building in his gut. If he’d thought for a second that he could have resisted Sam, he didn’t think so anymore.
The thought of being inside him again, sinking into his warmth, feeling his muscles around him…
Ben didn’t want to rush, but he also didn’t want to wait. He loved Sam, and he would have been happy even if they never did this, but he was really glad the sex was so good.
“You feel ready?” Ben asked.
“You’re the one with your fingers up my ass,” Sam responded. “You tell me.”
Ben laughed, pushing his fingers just a little further in than before, as far as they could go. He could have marveled over how tight Sam’s body was all day, but they didn’t have time for that.
Besides, Sam would probably kill him if he delayed any longer.
“You feel amazing,” Ben said, finally removing his fingers and shifting position to press the head of his cock up against Sam, biting his lip at the warmth he could feel, the knowledge of how good this was going to feel as soon as he pushed forward. He gripped the back of Sam’s thigh, his hand nestled under Sam’s knee, holding him open, keeping him in place.
The heat rolling off him was intense. More intense than he remembered from before, though it had all been so new last time he did this that he hadn’t had time to pay attention to anything other than Sam’s mouth and the fact that they were finally having sex.
The reality more than held up to the fantasy, as far as Ben was concerned. He couldn’t have imagined that it could feel this good.
