Ben bit down on his lip and rolled his hips forward in a fluid motion, watching Sam’s mouth fall open as he did it, watching his back arch off the bed once Ben was all the way in.
Like before, he was impossibly hot and tight, squeezing Ben so hard he needed a couple of breaths to stop himself from coming straight away. He could feel Sam’s pulse, or maybe his own, or maybe just his muscles tensing and relaxing. Either way, it was enough to bring him right to the edge, a thread of urgency pulsing between his cock and his balls as he adjusted to the feeling.
Once it passed Ben leaned in closer, shifting for better leverage, and rolled his hips again.
Sam’s needy, heartfelt groan went straight to his cock, and Ben could feel himself leaking precome already. He started to build an easy rhythm, deep, even thrusts that tugged at his gut, each one making his skin feel tighter, his thighs tense, his balls heavier.
Ben moved a hand to Sam’s stomach, laying it beside his cock and reaching out with his thumb to stroke up and down the length, a slow rhythm in time with his hips. Sam wriggled under him, spreading his legs wider, whimpering for more.
“Harder,” Sam demanded, rocking to meet each one of Ben’s strokes.
Ben wasn’t about to argue with that, his own need too great, too urgent to stop himself. If Sam wanted harder, he’d get it.
He leaned forward, reaching out to get a grip on the headboard, and jerked his hips forward hard enough to rock the entire bed. A jolt of pleasure hit the base of his spine, Sam’s eager nodding spurring him on to do it again, and then a third time, building up speed with every new thrust, letting Sam take all the force he was capable of.
Within moments, the bed was crashing against the wall behind it with every thrust, a steadythud, thud, thudthat provided a counterpoint to Ben’s pulse, pounding in his ears. All he could hear over the rush of blood was Sam’s low, eager moans, each roll of his hips punctuated by a new one.
Ben wondered how many different sounds he could get Sam to make. He’d be happy to do this for the rest of his life in search of the answer.
Sam’s fingers tangled in his hair suddenly, pulling him down for a needy, biting kiss. Ben groaned into his mouth, finding himself suddenly right on the edge of coming again, so close he could almost taste it. Sam already had him on a hair trigger, so turned on, so needy that holding off took all of his willpower.
Based on the way Sam was writhing underneath him, bucking his hips and rubbing his cock against Ben’s stomach, precome slicking the way between them, he wasn’t far off, either.
“You gotta come for me,” Ben murmured into Sam’s mouth, then turned his head to nip along his jaw, trailing down to nuzzle his neck.
“Close,” Sam gasped out, wrapping his legs around Ben’s waist as he said it, pulling him in closer, harder, pressing them so tightly together that Ben could feel every one of Sam’s heartbeats in the vein running under his cock, tickling the delicate skin of his stomach.
Ben sped up again, forgetting about rhythm or grace and pounding into Sam instead, thrusting hard and fast, the bed banging against the wall with even more force now. He could hear the mattress springs creaking, feel Sam’s harsh, panted breaths against his ear, smell the lavender shampoo he’d used yesterday.
One, two, three hard, fast thrusts and Ben was coming, stars exploding behind his eyelids, though he couldn’t remember closing his eyes. The release of so much pressure, so much tension, made him groan low and long, the sound muffled against Sam’s neck as he rocked his hips into him, jerking forward with each new shockwave of his orgasm.
He felt Sam come between them, a burst of warmth coating both of their stomachs. Sam squeezed him tight for a moment, then relaxed again, sinking into the mattress.
Exhausted, Ben flopped down on top of him. Sam grunted once, but otherwise didn’t complain.
“How long have we got?” Sam asked after a few moments, his voice rough.
“I don’t care,” Ben said.
If someone came to kick them out and they were still both lying there naked, he really didn’t mind. Not right now. Not when he had Sam.
“Good,” Sam responded. “Wake me when we’re leaving.”
Ben laughed again and finally rolled off him, staring up at the ceiling to catch his breath.
More sex was definitely the right idea.
MoreSamwas the right idea.
Ben couldn’t wait to start the rest of their lives.
