6
Alex closes the door behind them, takes his tie off and leans against the dresser to watch Ben hanging his jacket up. Smiles when he turns around.
“What are you smiling at?” Ben asks.
“Just feeling happy.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Alex reaches out and pulls him close. “Come here.”
Smirking, Ben slides his hands up Alex’s chest.
“Now what are you going to do with me?” he asks.
“Love you.” Alex covers Ben’s mouth with his own. Drags his hand down Ben’s back; fingers slipping into the back pocket of Ben’s trousers to squeeze the firm muscle, smiling at the moan it elicits.
A gentle bite of Ben’s lower lip wins him a louder moan and he runs his tongue over the tender skin before exploring and tasting Ben’s mouth: he catches his breath when Ben fights back with his own. Ben’s tugs at his hair and he whimpers against his mouth; pulls at Ben’s shirt and grinds against the hardness he feels pressed against him.
Alex knows what he wants. Ben has asked for this more than once and Alex has been reluctant to try despite his own curiosity, always retreating to what he knows he can cope with. Now, though, he wants to try in spite of his nerves. He steps them toward the bed and, when Ben’s knees meet the edge, places a firm hand on his chest and pushes him back. Kicks his shoes off and puts one knee either side of Ben’s hips and looks down at him.
Trembling, he undoes each button until he’s able to work the garment off Ben’s shoulders, slide it out from beneath him, and throw it on the floor. Follows it with his own before tugging Ben’s belt undone and unzipping his trousers. Slips his hand in and runs it over the silk shorts covering Ben’s cock. Rubs his thumb over the wet silk at the head, then stands up and takes his own trousers off, watching Ben wriggle out of his own.
Alex kneels back on the bend and guides Ben’s hand to his erection, catching his breath at the sensation as encouragement and praise are whispered up at him. After a moment, he leans forward to kiss and be kissed, moving his tongue in sync with Ben’s hand. When Ben groans and rolls his hips up against him, Alex gropes open the bedside drawer and hunts for a bottle of lube. Sits back on his heels to breathe.
“Ben.” His voice is raw and needy. When Ben’s green eyes open and fix on his, he dribbles some of the sticky liquid over his fingertips, reaches between them and runs his fingers down Ben. Ben shudders beneath him and Alex bites his lip for a moment until he knows he has control. Slides his fingers down the velvety skin of Ben’s balls, strokes the soft skin of his taint, reaches further down until he can feel tight heat. Circles his fingertips, the way Ben has done to him hundreds of times. Ben’s eyes widen in surprise as he moans.
“You sure?”
Alex nods, even though he’s not sure at all, and presses his fingertips against the warm skin. He feels Ben begin to relax and open to him eventually letting his fingers in. With his free hand, he strokes Ben with slow, regular movements until Ben responds; jerking up into Alex’s fist and back down against his fingers.
“Oh fuck,” Ben moans. His arms are thrown up above his head, hands scrabbling to find something to hold on to, as he moves with Alex’s hands. His nipples peak and beads of sweat cover his skin.
Moving with care, Alex slides his fingers free and smooths lube over himself, groaning at his own touch. Pushes Bens knees up until his heels are resting against the back of his thighs and guides himself forward. Ben’s eyes snap open, he gasps and tenses, his breathing hitches. Alex dips his head, murmurs to him to relax, then captures Ben’s mouth in a kiss while he presses in, willing himself to go slow.
Ben arches against him, head thrown back, growling with desire. A low, ragged groan escapes Alex as he sinks deeper and Ben wraps his legs around him, then clutches Alex’s hips, digging his nails into the soft skin, running his thumbs over the sharp knobs of bone.
“Alex…oh God….” Ben moans, breath and hips stuttering against Alex. “You feel so … fucking…good…”
Encouraged, Alex begins to move, thrusts slow and measured. He knows Ben has bottomed before, before Alex, but Alex also knows he’s not small and he doesn’t want to hurt him. Even more than that is the sensation threating to overwhelm him; he didn’t know it could feel like this. A glorious mix of lust and love have his body humming with tension, so hard he’s hovering between pleasure and pain. It feels as though he’s moving in red-hot silk, tightening around him, pulling him in deeper and he wants to lose himself in it and just take. He can’t get enough of the feel of Ben’s skin on every part of him; sensation so intense he stops for a moment, catches his breath, and wills himself to calm down. More than his own pleasure he wants to be good for Ben.
Fighting for control, he scrapes his teeth across Ben’s nipple and sucks it into his mouth.
Ben moans and arches up, fingers digging into the flesh of Alex’s ass and pulling him in deeper, harder. Alex wraps his fingers around Ben’s cock again and begins to stroke him with the firm, rapid strokes he knows he likes. Ben bucks, and there’s a smacking sound as their skin meets and separates. Ben sinks his teeth into Alex’s shoulder, making him whimper.
“Ben,” Alex buries his head in the crook of Ben’s neck, nipping and sucking the skin, and rams his hips forward, “oh… God… so good…. oh God… Ben…”
Ben growls deep in his throat, then clenches around Alex, hard and tight before dropping his hips back on the bed. Skin moves against sweat damp skin and Alex chokes out a sob, anxious to hold on. Ben’s hands are so tight on his hips as he drives up against him, that Alex is sure he’ll have bruises tomorrow and the idea sends a jolt of lust through him and he whines.
“Close, Ben, … so close.”
Lifting his head, he watches Ben’s face, wants to see his pleasure and it’s the sight of Ben’s teeth sinking into his bottom lip, eyes closed tight, and hearing the deep, drawn out moans urging him on, that are Alex’s undoing.
“Ben, oh God,” the words disappear into a groan, “Ben … please…. oh…. God…. I’m…please…Ben!”
His orgasm feels as though it’s tearing him apart and he surges forward hard enough to move Ben up the bed. There’s a distant awareness of Ben calling his name, arching beneath him, cursing, and a surge of wet heat between them; Alex’s hips stutter forward, body still pulsing, and he cries out, beyond caring about guests or neighbors.
Finally, he falls against Ben’s chest, cheeks wet, panting and shivering, swollen mouth kissing Ben’s damp skin.
“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you, it’s okay,” Ben repeats against his hair until he’s able to move, pulling out with care, aware of Ben catching his breath as he does so, and falling back on the bed. Ben gets up and goes to their bathroom for a wash cloth. He cleans them both up and throws it in the hamper.
“Jesus, baby.” Ben settles back into place and Alex wraps his arms around him, pressing his chest to his back, “What was that?”
“Um,” Alex says, struggling to stay awake.
“Eloquent.” Ben chuckles and runs his finger tip over the engagement ring.
“Um,” Alex repeats.
Ben twists to peer at Alex’s face over his shoulder.
“Are your brains leaking out your ears? Sounds like they might be.”
“Shut up,” Alex says, then nuzzles the back of Ben’s neck. “Was that okay? Did I…did I hurt you?”
“That was more than okay, holy shit that was amazing. And no, you didn’t hurt me. I probably won’t want to sit on the ground at the dog park tomorrow but I’m fine.”
Alex kiss Ben’s neck again before speaking, voice shy and quiet.
“Maybe we could try it again some time.”
“Okay, Ben says, “but you might need to give me ten minutes.”
“Idiot.”
“Idiot who loves you.”
Alex tightens his arms.
“Thank God.”
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