Page 25 of Becoming Ben

I push back from the table and go to him. He turns toward me as I approach but doesn’t look up at me. I drop to my knees in front of him and kiss him thoroughly. “What did you get?”

Ben makes a pitiful sound in his throat, and I tighten my arms around him. He explains as I stroke his back, including how he had wanted to figure things out so he would feel more confident when he asked me.

“We can talk about anything,” I say, keeping my tone light. I don’t want him to feel scolded. “It’s okay not to know, and talking everything out is the right thing to do anyway.”

“I know. I actually meant to try to bring it up tonight, but then…” He gestures with one hand and gives a self-deprecating laugh.

I chuckle with him, then kiss him. “The meal looks amazing, and what I’ve tasted so far is even better. Let’s eat, and then we can go to your room. Do you need to go deal with that first?” I ask. He thinks and shakes his head, and I smile and kiss him. “So good,” I murmur into his ear. I kiss his neck and get to my feet. He makes a small sound in the back of his throat and watches me closely as I go back to my chair. I grin as I pick up my fork, thrilled with his excitement and initiative. It’s important to me that Ben wants everything we do, and he doesn’t just go along to please me. He enjoys making me happy so much, and I want to be sure that I don’t take advantage of that.

“Patience will be rewarded,” I say as I take another bite.

Even with the pretense of teasing Ben, I finish my food very quickly. He does, too, and I quickly help him clean the kitchen, watching how he moves. He seems to find the plug at least comfortable, if not pleasurable, and the more I think about it, the more excited I am to get him to bed.

When the dishwasher is running, I take his hand and reel him in to kiss. “What do you think of it?”

Ben turns pensive, then nods. “Good. Trey, I wanted to bring it to you in some kind of sexy way and– and–” He huffs, obviously frustrated.

“Were you hoping to seduce me into having to have you?” I ask, putting my arms around him.

“Yes,” Ben says, a touch petulant.

I hum. “You know… I’m still right here.”

Ben looks at me. “Yes…?”

I grin and palm his ass, gratified by how he sucks in his breath. “It’s not too late,” I say.

Ben blinks and lets a smile spread across his face. “Trey…” he murmurs. “Please, I want to try something with you. I’ve been thinking about being completely naked in bed with you for days, and I want you to fuck me. I did all the research, and I bought the things we need.” He ends with a slightly plaintive, begging tone.

I blink at the bluntness, and then I’m swamped by a wave of heat. The idea of him researching, planning, thinking about how it would feel when I– “God, Ben, baby…” I hiss, kneading his ass through his pants. He is wearing a pair of jogging pants, which should have tipped me off in the first place. The man lives in jeans; when he wasn’t wearing jeans today, I should have known there was something afoot.

Then I realize he isn’t wearing underwear.

I groan and kiss him. “God, you don’t know what kind of a prize you are, do you?” I am tempted to pick him up, pull his legs around my waist, and fuck him into the wall, but that would be over too fast, and he’s told me what he wants. I don’t want anything as much as I want to give him his fantasy.

“No,” Ben says. “I’m not a prize.” He kissed me, running his hands under my shirt. “But I want you so bad I can’t stand it.”

I groan again and drag him, laughing, to his bedroom.

I want to strip him naked immediately, if not sooner. I want to leave a trail of clothes from the kitchen to his room. I want to throw him on the bed and ravish him.

I don’t do any of those things.

This is Ben’s first time. No matter what he had done to himself with the plug, it wouldn’t be enough to simply take him without more attention, and if I’m doing it I’m going to do itwell.

When we get to his room, I close the door and crowd him toward the bed, smiling when I realize the lube and condoms are spread out on the bench that sits at the foot of it. I can picture him bringing the bag upstairs, unpacking it onto the bench, and looking at each item carefully. He absolutely read every scrap of paper that came in the plug box and all the small print on the lube bottle, I was sure.

I hum. “Do you like wearing it?” I ask, my hands running under his shirt again. I pull it over his head while trailing my fingertips along his skin.

Gooseflesh breaks out over his torso in the wake of my hands, and he nods eagerly. “Yes,” he breathes. “I wanted to like it. I want you, Trey. Please? What do I have to do?”

I strip my shirt over my head, too, and bring him close, biting lightly along one shoulder. “Just relax, baby. Be good, and let me get you ready for me.”

Ben shivers in my arms when I say "good” and moans when I nip harder at his shoulder. “Trey, god…” he murmurs. I can feel his hard-on, and mine is already pressing into his belly through my pants. I chose the grey sweatpants on purpose, and I can’t resist rubbing against him as I suck and nibble a mark on his neck.

I pull his pants down and push him backward down onto the bed, hovering over him. I stroke his dick once, then swat his hip gently. “Turn over, baby, give me that ass.”

“Christ,” Ben breathes, and I see a dribble of pre-come before he turns over, pulling the pillow under his head and crossing his arms on it. He is flushed, kneading the pillow, and he pushes his ass out toward me when I lay my hands on him.

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