Hanging out with everyone had turned out to be a lot of fun. Bentley was grateful he had a place where the crew could kick back and relax with one another. They had spent some time out by the pool together before ending up in the living room – a Ryan Gosling movie on as everyone sprawled out wherever they could find room.

Bentley rubbed up and down Kit’s arm as he lay on his chest. The two of them and Tawny made space on the couch and got comfortable. While the group continued to talk about the movie, the excitement from the day, and their excitement about the fashion show in a matter of hours, Bentley couldn’t help but think about how excited he was just to have fixed things with Kit. On top of that, they professed their love for one another. It didn’t get much better than that.

Kit and the others laughed at whatever was said in the movie. Bentley tried to pay attention, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how fucking happy he was to have this boy in his arms. Kit didn’t have to forgive him, but he did, and Bentley was grateful beyond words. As he placed a kiss to the nape of Kit’s neck, he whispered softly against his skin.

“I love you, Kitten.”

Kit smiled, turning his head a little so he could see the side of Bentley’s profile. “I love you, Benny. Are you paying attention to the movie?”

Bentley shook his head no. “Just want to be with you.”

Kit hummed in response. “Are you tired at all? It is getting late.”

Bentley shook his head again. He knew it was late, and they did have a long day ahead of them with the fashion show and all, but sleep wasn’t on his agenda right now. He’d missed out on days in Kit’s company. Sleep could wait. “I’m fine. Are you tired?”

Kit shook his head no. He sat up as Jonah made a joke about the movie, turning so that he was face-to-face with Bentley. “Not really. I’m ready to go upstairs, though.”

Bentley was ready for some alone time, too. He began to sit up so they could excuse themselves, but was confused when Kit pushed him back against the sofa.

“Actually, let me go up first,” he said. He then kissed Bentley on the lips. “Follow me in ten minutes.”

Bentley looked at him quizzically. “Why?”

Kit smiled. “Well, remember what we were doing before you saw that message on my phone Tuesday night?”

Bentley thought back. He remembered clearly. Kit was pretty much kissing every inch of his skin. “Yeah…”

“We were in the middle of something we didn’t get to finish,” Kit said. “I think you owe me.”

Bentley slowly began to smile. He kept his voice low as he answered, “Fair. But why can’t I come up with you?”

“Our friends are here. Keep them company a little while longer, and I’ll go up and … get ready.”

“Get ready?” Bentley asked.

Kit kissed him again before standing to his feet.

There was too much going through Bentley’s head at once. He didn’t know what to say or what to think. He did know that he wanted to be a fly on the wall as Kit got ready.

“Goodnight, everyone. I’ve got to rest up for the show tomorrow,” Kit announced.

The group all said goodnight. Tawny stood up and kissed his cheek.

“Get some rest, superstar.”

“I will. You guys do the same.”

“You got it, boss,” Jonah said.

Kit stepped over Bella and made his way up to the second level. Bentley licked his lips as he watched him go. He wanted to follow immediately, but he played by Kit’s rules. 

He’d wait.

“What are we going to watch after this?” Noah asked.

“I want to watch something scary,” Bella answered.

“So you can wake up in the middle of the night screaming? I think not,” Jonah told her.

Bentley tuned out of all the bickering and tried to focus on the TV. If he didn’t, he’d think about what could possibly be going on in his bedroom. What did Kit mean by get ready? Was he just teasing him with all of this? What was Bentley going to find when he went upstairs, and if it was going to be something good, would Kit let him play along?

The questions ran through his head, doing nothing but making him horny. Bentley sat up a little straighter and gripped the arm of the sofa. The last thing he wanted to do was hype himself up, but, fuck. Kit’s teasing words had done something to him.

“Bentley….”

“Hm?” He looked over at his little sister.

“I asked if you had the remote?”

“Oh.” Bentley reached beneath himself and grabbed it, tossing it in Ariel’s direction. Tawny caught it and handed it over to her.

“Are you alright?” she asked. “Why don’t you just go to bed like Kit?”

Bentley licked his lips. It hadn’t been ten minutes just yet. “I’m fine,” he said. “I wanted to keep you guys company for a little bit. You know, be a good host.”

“Eh, we’re good,” Jonah told him, rolling over onto his back to look at him. “We won’t break anything. You don’t have to worry about us.”

Bentley smiled. “Fine. Let me just watch the end of the movie with you all and I’ll head up.”

“Sounds good, bro.”

He sat back on the sofa and looked at his watch. In five more minutes, he’d make his way up.

??

Kit wiped the excess lube on his chest as he added a third finger, pushing them deep between his legs. His fingertips brushed against his prostate and he moaned, wishing that his boyfriend would hurry the fuck up. Hadn’t ten minutes passed? Part of him wanted to give Bentley have all the control. He knew there was nothing sexier than the way Bentley looked at him as he fingered him. But, he couldn’t wait. He came up here to get ready, and that’s what he intended to do.

At least this way, Bentley could come up and dive right in.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sliding his fingers out and pushing them back in. His legs writhed against the bed as he imagined Bentley looking deep in his eyes and moving slowly between his legs. Before he could get too carried away, he heard the door close.

Bentley turned the lock, but he remained almost stuck at the room’s entrance, watching every one of Kit’s movements.

Kit didn’t want him that far away. He wanted him closer. Hell, he needed him closer. Kit arched his fingers towards his prostate again, causing his legs to shake.

“Benny,” he moaned.

Bentley licked his lips as he stared.

“Please…” Kit continued.

Finally, Bentley pulled his shirt up and over his head, exposing that sexy body of his. He dropped the shirt to the floor and took a step forward, now undoing his shorts.

It was Kit’s turn to stare. He slowed down the movement of his hand, but kept his legs spread as he lay on Bentley’s king-size mattress, enjoying the sight of this unintentional strip tease.

“Please what?” Bentley asked. He pushed the boxer-briefs he wore down slowly past his cock and down his thighs, then stepping out of them. “Fuck, Kit. Please what?”

Kit loved that Bentley was already hard when he undressed. He let go a long, shaky breath, and played shyly in his hair. “Please come over here…”

Bentley nodded for a while before doing as asked. He climbed onto the bed; running both hands from Kit’s ankles and up over his parted thighs, all the while looking Kit in his eyes. “Alright. I’m over here.”

Kit’s skin tingled everywhere Bentley’s hands had touched. He felt like he was on fire. Slowly, he began to remove his fingers, instead wrapping his hand around his cock.

Bentley’s eyes were dark as he stared down at him.

“Would you like to take over from here?” Kit asked. “Would you like to fuck me?”

Bentley didn’t offer a verbal answer. He simply reached over to the drawer and pulled out a couple condoms. One, he tossed onto the bed, while the other he ripped open and pulled out.

Kit could feel his heartrate quicken as he watched Bentley slide the condom on. He knew he was the one who initiated this, but he was still having a hard time acknowledging that this was about to happen. He was about to bottom for the first time, and it just so happened to be with someone he loved.

He felt his cheeks hurt from how hard he was smiling.

Bentley smiled back at him as he reached for the lube. He warmed some on his hand before sliding a generous amount over his length. “Are you comfortable, beautiful? And are you sure about this?”

Kit adjusted the pillow beneath his head and nodded. “I’m perfect. And yes. Are you…?”

“I couldn’t want anything more than I want you right now.” Bentley bit his lip, maneuvering himself between Kit’s legs. He placed Kit’s his knees against his chest and lined himself up. Kit watched; his focus moving between Bentley’s eyes and his cock as it pushed past the rim. He could only watch for so long, because eventually his eyes were rolling back into his head.

??

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Bentley groaned in a low voice.

Not to boast, but he felt he was a little too thick to fit inside. He pulled out slightly and took a deep breath, checking to see that Kit was fine before attempting again.

“Are you okay?”

Kit opened his eyes and smiled. “I was before you stopped…”

“It’s…” Bentley trailed off, reaching for another pillow and propping it beneath Kit’s lower back. “You’re really tight, Kit.”

Kit rested his legs on either side of Bentley and nodded. “I know I’ve never done this before, but I stretched myself well. Promise.”

Bentley swallowed hard as he pushed forward again. The heat surrounding the tip of his cock was fucking incredible, but as he tried moving deeper, he could feel Kit gripping his forearms like a lifeline.

“Shit,” Kit gasped.

“Fuck. Sorry –”

“It’s fine,” Kit said, smiling up at him. “Just… move in slowly. There’s no rush.”

Bentley nodded. He pulled out entirely, wrapped Kit’s legs around his waist, and laid down on top of him. Kit moaned at the contact and wrapped both arms around Bentley’s shoulders.

“Talk to me, okay?”

Kit kissed his neck in response, and that alone had Bentley’s toes curling. He placed his cheek against Kit’s, reached up to grab his hair, and slowly, very slowly, began to slide inside him again.

Kit’s legs squeezed around his waist as their bodies moved against one another’s. He was breathing softly, and these little moans would sound every time Bentley would bite down on his shoulder and move even further. Bentley had to consistently stop himself from snapping forward and just screwing this man’s lights out. He instead buried his face in Kit’s neck and relished in Kit’s fingernails digging into his back as he moved in a little bit more.

“God,” Kit whined, trying his best to push Bentley in the rest of the way. “Deeper, Bentley. Please.”

Bentley pulled harder on Kit’s hair, causing him to expose more of his neck. He began biting and licking across the skin, making Kit moan and utterly distracting him before pushing in as deep as he could go. They threw their heads back in response, both making ridiculous noises, and both tried to move as close to each other as physically possible.

And, holy shit.

Bentley could feel the sweat forming above his brow. He let go of the lock he had in Kit’s hair and dropped his hands to Kit’s ass instead, spreading each cheek as he pulled out and plunged forward once more.

Kit’s promise to stay quiet had gone out the window at this point. Bentley wanted to tease him for not living up to his word. It was a measly two  minutes before he lost his mind, but Bentley didn’t care. He encouraged Kit to keep making those noises. Their friends were downstairs. Frankie was across the apartment. They were safe. Bentley bit down on Kit’s shoulder again, squeezed Kit’s ass around his cock, and slid backwards. The drag on his dick caused a chill to run up his spine. He moaned, thrusting forward over and over again.

??

Kit felt like he was going to lose his fucking mind. Every time Bentley pushed inside of him, it felt like he’d gotten even deeper. Every time, he’d connected with that special spot that was causing Kit’s legs to shake. He could hear himself whining, nonsensically begging for more, but there was no shame. Kit just wanted to make sure Bentley did not stop what he was doing.

“Fuck, Christopher,” Bentley whispered in his ear. Kit could hear the smile on his face as he continued. “You feel like heaven, I swear to god. And you take me so well.”

Kit went limp, letting Bentley hold him down and fuck him like they’d been doing this all their fucking life. He opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. “Bentley…”

“Talk to me, Kit.” Bentley snapped in harder and moaned. “Oh, fuck.”

Kit moved his hands into Bentley’s hair and smiled. “Slower, Bentley. Don’t cum yet.”

Bentley didn’t listen, only lifting Kit’s legs higher and thrusting in and out of him. Kit’s toes curled in the air and he almost lost it, crying out in pleasure.

“Fuck,” Bentley said. “Fuck, Kit. Oh, holy fuck.”

Kit released his hold in Bentley’s hair and fell back against the bed. “Let me – God,” he whined, losing track of thought for a moment when Bentley started hitting his spot at a new angle. “I… Let me get on top.”

Bentley stopped mid-thrust when he heard what was said. Kit took the opportunity to catch his breath, smiling when Bentley stared blankly at him.

“You wanna…? I mean, yeah. Of course. No, yeah – for sure, baby.” Bentley politely returned Kit’s legs to the bed, then pulled out of him. Kit tried not to laugh as Bentley turned over and lie down beside him. Reaching for the lube, he poured a little more into his palm, reapplying it to Bentley and placing the rest at his entrance.

“How do you feel?” Bentley asked. There was a great deal of concern on his face, like maybe he’d just realized that he was humping his boyfriend like a 8th-grader does with his pillow.

Kit climbed on top of him. “Now that I know I can take you without breaking in half… I feel like I can take on the world.”

Bentley smiled as he helped Kit find a comfortable position on top of him. He looked rather proud of himself. “I can’t help but feel like you’re about to torture me.”

“What makes you say that?” Kit smiled, slowly sliding his way down Bentley’s cock. He watched the smile fall from Bentley’s face and his eyes slowly close. “Do I seem like the tease-type?” Both his hands landed on Bentley’s chest, and with his lip between his teeth, he began to work his ass up and down.

The question was ignored as Bentley settled back; his hands practically glued to Kit’s waist. “Fuck. Just like that.”

“Like this?” Kit massaged Bentley’s chest, now working his ass even slower. Bentley threw his head back and allowed Kit to take his time.

“Like that,” he moaned. “And, yes. You’re the biggest tease, Kit.”

That was probably true. Kit leaned down to slide his tongue into Bentley’s mouth, still slowly riding in the meantime. If he were being honest, he could do this for the rest of the fucking night.

Bentley exhaled into the kiss; still palming each of Kit’s ass cheeks. He thrust up as Kit bounced on top of him, snapping his hips slowly to match Kit’s pace.

Kit loved that. He pulled away from the kiss and threw his head back. “Mm. Thrust up again.”

Bentley wrapped a hand around Kit’s cock as he worked himself deeper.

“God, yes.” Kit smiled; his hands working into his hair. “Again.”

Bentley snapped up, stroking Kit’s cock slowly. He licked his lips and sat up without warning, sending a jolt of electricity through Kit’s body when he made contact with his spot.

“Oh fuck,” Kit whined. He grabbed at Bentley’s shoulders and smiled. “Fuck you.”

Bentley smiled. “You promise?”

Kit laughed. He kissed Bentley softly, then began riding him much quicker. Every time he slid lower, the tip of Bentley’s cock would stroke his prostate. Kit knew he’d need Bentley to touch his cock again, because this was all too much.

“Hey… I’m serious,” Bentley said. He sucked on Kit’s throat.

Kit only focused on what he was doing. His thighs were beginning to burn as he bounced his ass up and down, but he didn’t want to stop. It felt so good. He ran his hands up to Bentley’s hair and pulled hard as he sped up.

Bentley moaned against his skin before working on a new hickey.

“Make me cum,” Kit whispered.

Bentley shook his head no. “Not yet.”

Kit was not a fan of that answer. He slowed down at first, then stopped riding Bentley entirely, pulling away so he could fold his arms over his chest.

Bentley stared at him like he’d grown another head, and it took Kit everything he had to keep a serious face.

“What are you doing?” Bentley questioned.

Kit shrugged. “Not riding you, I guess.”

Bentley laid back on the pillows and smiled. “You want to play this way, Kit?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Bentley nodded. He took his time urging Kit off of him and then, in one swift motion, turned him onto his stomach. Kit yelped, landing awkwardly with one leg off the bed and one arm beneath his body. He felt Bentley position himself behind him and drag him backwards, and before Kit knew it, his ass was in the air.

??

So he wanted to cum? Bentley was going to make Kit cum.

He dragged Kit backwards so that his ass was arched in the air and plunged inside of him without warning. Kit whined, pushing back against Bentley to help him get even deeper. That was all the permission Bentley needed to begin fucking Kit like he did in his dreams – a hand on his ass while the other pulled his hair, pounding hard and deep. He got a little carried away as he pushed Kit down against the bed, fucking him faster.

“Whose is it?”

Kit bit down on his fist and moaned.

Bentley slowed down his pace. “Answer me and I’ll let you cum…”

Kit glanced back over his shoulder and winked. “You know this ass is yours, Bentley.”

Fuck. Bentley gripped Kit’s hips and grinded forward. “Spread your legs a little more for me, Kit.”

Kit moaned as he did as was asked, and when Bentley reached around him and started stroking his cock in time with each thrust, he could feel Kit begin to melt. It felt really good, though, and as their legs grew weaker and they grew closer to their climax, Bentley collapsed on top of him.

“I’m not going to last,” Kit murmured. He was thrusting into Bentley’s hand and working his ass back against his cock.

“Me neither,” Bentley said into his ear.

He rotated his hand at the head of Kit’s dick, kissed softly on the shell of his ear, and continued to work his hips and caress the spot that had him falling apart. Within a couple minutes, Bentley could feel Kit’s sticky seed covering his fingers. He smiled to himself, kissed the nape of his neck, and started thrusting harder.

Bentley brought his hand to his lips and sucked the cum off each one, all the while moving deep inside Kit’s tight hole. He moaned around his middle finger as a sated Kit looked back at him.

“Did you want some?”

Kit barely moved, but he did smile. “I just want you to hurry up so I can take a nap.”

Bentley laughed. He pulled out slowly, removed the condom, and started to stroke himself over Kit’s ass. The best part was seeing red handprints from where he’d been spanking him. Bentley smiled, wanting to cum on that exact spot.

“Don’t fall asleep,” he said. “I’m close.”

Kit turned his head in the other direction. “Goodnight.”

“Stop.” Bentley closed his eyes, tensing as he finally felt himself let go. “Shit. Oh my god.”

Kit shook his ass a little and stretched. “I think I’m a bottom, Bentley.”

Bentley struggled to catch his breath. He looked down at his work and licked his lips. “Don’t play with me.”

Kit laughed. “Can we cuddle now?”

Bentley let go of his cock and took a deep breath. “Yeah. I’m just going to go in the bathroom and practice my wedding vows first, if you don’t mind.”

Kit chuckled to himself. “Well, get me a tissue while you’re in there.”

Bentley lazily rolled off the bed and smiled down at his body. There were scratches covering his torso. Kit wore this angelic face when Bentley looked over at him.

“Mhm,” Bentley said.

Kit smiled. “I need a tissue, please.”

“I’m coming.” Bentley jogged over to the bathroom and winked at himself in the mirror, doing a quick dance before remembering he went in there with a goal in mind. He wet a cloth and took it back to the bedroom, wiping the cum off his boyfriend’s cute butt. Kit thanked him in his sleepy voice.

“Go to the top of the bed and I’ll cuddle you.”

Kit smiled. “Carry me?”

Bentley rolled his eyes. “You want me to dick you down, I do it. Now you want me to carry you from one spot to another? I spoil you, Kitten.”

Kit pouted, and Bentley smiled. He was too soft for this. He tossed the cloth towards his hamper and picked Kit up, adjusting him in the opposite direction so his head met the pillows. He then climbed in bed with him and pulled the covers over them both.

“I love you,” Kit said, placing a kiss on Bentley’s forehead.

Bentley smiled even more. “And I love you, gorgeous.” He wrapped his arms around Kit and held him close. “Just so you know, if you want to wake me up in a couple hours and fuck me before we leave for the fashion show, I’m all for it.”

Kit smirked to himself, but wouldn’t offer an answer. Bentley bit his lip curiously.

“If not, I’ll wake you up.”

Kit laughed. “I get the hint, love. Goodnight.”

Bentley kissed his lips again. “Love you.”

Kit nodded. “Love you, too.”

“Love you more.”

“Oh, we’re not doing this.”

Bentley laughed. “Goodnight.”