“Enjoying the view?” he asks.
“Always. This is one view I’ll never get tired of.”
He swings one leg over me. Settles onto my lap, knees on either side of my hips, weight on me. His cock pressed against my stomach, hot. My cock is already responding. His hips shift against me, a deliberate roll.
“There you are,” he whispers.
He reaches over the side of the bed into his overnight bag on the floor. He rummages without looking, his mouth still on my neck, his hand searching by feel. He comes up with a small bottle, holding it up like a trophy.
“I’ve been carrying this in my bag,” he says. “Waiting and hoping. Do you know the level of self-control that takes? I’m not a patient man, Mickey.”
“I’ve noticed.”
He uncaps the bottle and pours the lube onto his fingers. He lifts up and reaches behind himself—
“Wait,” I say. “Let me do it. Give me the bottle.”
He places it in my hand without hesitation. I uncap it and pour a generous amount of cool lube over my fingers, letting it warm slightly in my palm.
“Now turn around for me,” I tell him. “I want to do this properly.”
Benji’s breath catches. He swings one leg over and turns so he’s straddling me in reverse. From this angle, his lean body looks incredible — the smooth skin on his lower back, the two dimples above his firm, rounded ass, and the smooth, toned thighs framing everything. His hair falls forward as he leans slightly, presenting himself.
“Fuck, Benji…” I murmur. “Look at you.”
I spread one cheek with my thumb, fully exposing his tight, pink hole. It flutters slightly under my gaze. His cock hangs heavy and flushed between his spread legs, steadily leaking precum.
I press one slick finger against him, circling the tight ring of muscle gently. He shudders above me. “Relax for me.” I push forward, sliding the first finger inside. He’s incredibly tight, the smooth heat gripping me as I work it deeper. A low, broken moan escapes him.
“More,” he breathes. “Another finger.”
I add a second finger, scissoring them gently, stretching him open. The wet sound of the lube fills the room as I curl my fingers, searching for the spot. When I find it, his whole body jumps and he lets out a sharp, needy sound.
“Right there?” I ask, rubbing the spot again.
“Yes— fuck, yes,” he gasps. “Feels so good…”
I keep working him open, eventually adding a third finger, thrusting them while my other hand strokes his hip. His lean body leans above me, thighs shaking as he pushes back onto my fingers. I can’t tear my eyes away from the sight — my thick fingers disappearing between his perfect ass cheeks, the way his hole stretches around them, shiny and slick with lube, and the constant drip of precum falling from his hard cock.
“You look so fucking good like this,” I groan. “You have such a gorgeous ass, Benji. Tell me how this feels.”
“Like every time you’ve ever touched me was building to this. Please. I’m ready. I need you inside me. “
I pull my fingers free from his body, watching as his stretched hole flutters around nothing for a moment. Grabbing the bottle again, I pour more lube over my aching cock and stroke myself, spreading the slickness thoroughly.
“Turn back around,” I say, voice rough with need. “I want to see your face when I’m inside you.”
Benji nods, breathing hard. He lifts up on shaky knees and turns around to face me again. As he swings his leg over, I get one last glimpse of his flushed ass before he settles straddling my hips.
He reaches behind himself, wraps his hand around my slick cock, and lines me up. The moment the swollen head of my cock presses against his tight, lubed hole, a sharp pulse of pleasure shoots through me.
“Ready?” he whispers, eyes locked on mine. His face is beautifully flushed, lips parted, pupils blown wide.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “Don’t rush. I want to feel every second of this.”
Benji lowers himself, his thighs working, the muscles shifting under his skin. His body resists for one moment then opens around me, hot, tight, drawing me in inch by inch. I feel his body closing around me, enveloping me, taking me in. It moves up through my core, pushes the air out of my lungs.
“Oh God,” I groan, hands gripping his narrow hips. “Benji… I can feel you. You’re so fucking tight and hot around me. I can’t believe I’m finally inside you.”
