Page 62 of Candy Hearts
And Benji grabbed William’s dick. William’s mind reeled away from all the honeyed words he’d been about to unleash.
“Want you,” Benji said against William’s mouth. “Want you to take me apart. Make me feel good. Make it feel special.” There was a tenor of desperation and pain in Benji’s voice that William had never heard, and he had no idea what made this time different than the times before.
William tried to slow the jackrabbit pounding of his heart to focus, truly focus, on what his valentine needed. “What’s something you love but haven’t done in a while?”
William was expecting it to be simple, like reverse cowgirl, but Benji went shy and stuttery, ducking his head and fiddling with the waistband of his briefs. William put his lips to Benji’s ear and whispered, “You can tell me. We don’t have to do it, whatever is making you blush like that, but you can tell me. We can talk about it.”
Benji pressed closer to William, notching his forehead into William’s neck. “So I have a toy that I can use to come, uh, basically hands free? But sometimes it doesn’t work, or it takes a long time, so it’s not great for partners. I get distracted by it. Become self-absorbed.”
“There is nothing self-absorbed about that. Do you want to show me? You don’t have to.”
“What would you do while I’m …you know.”
William licked the soft spot under Benji’s ear. “Watch you. Maybe touch you, if that was okay. Touch myself.”
“It’ll be boring for you.”
William’s heart broke that someone at some point had made Benji believe he was boring or wrong or not enough. He was more than enough. He was everything.
“It won’t be. I promise. But if you want to do something else, we absolutely can.”
Benji drew in a deep breath and a new determination flashed in his eyes. “No. I want to show you. I like the thought of you watching me. Let me grab the toy.”
William followed Benji’s lead in a daze as Benji pulled a slightly curved metal rod out of his bag. It was maybe six inches long and one inch in diameter with a tapered bulb on each end. He handed it to William.
“Holy fuck, this is heavy.”
“Yeah. It’s stainless steel.”
Benji slipped his underwear down to his knees, sat with his shoulder blades against the headboard, and planted his feet close to his ass. The shock of dark red velvet against his thighs, preventing him from spreading his legs very far apart, was sexy in a way William didn’t really understand.
“You can help with this part,” Benji said, already breathless.
“Okay.”
“Lube this up and put it in me.”
William followed directions, smiling at their role reversal. He’d fall all over himself to be who Benji needed him to be.
Benji’s eyelashes fluttered, and he let out a dirty grunt once the bulb slipped in. William gave it an experimental little thrust. “What next?”
Benji took hold of the base of the toy, and William let go, ready to just watch.
Then a brilliant idea hit William. “Could I sit behind you?”
Benji wordlessly scooted forward. William slid behind him, and Benji settled back into the same position between William’s legs, but leaning against William, not the headboard. At this angle, Benji’s shoulder blades and spine pressed into William’s chest.
From his view over Benji’s shoulder, William could see the hills and valleys of Benji’s body. He could feel every twitch of Benji’s muscles as Benji started to slowly, almost imperceptibly, move the wand.
William relaxed against the headboard and wrapped an arm around Benji, pressing his palm over Benji’s heart. The heartbeat was strong and fast, jumping to meet William’s hand.
After a few minutes, Benji’s breathing suddenly shallowed out, and his legs started to shake.
“You feel so good in my arms,” William whispered into the damp hollow of Benji’s neck, Benji’s sweat a gift on his tongue. Benji let out a needy, stifled cry and clamped his free hand down on the thigh William had braced outside Benji’s own.
Benji’s movements with the toy became longer. Harder. His heartbeat was lightning quick under William’s hand.
William was struck by Benji’s vulnerability in that moment. Benji’s head was flung back on William’s shoulder, totally trusting, his eyes closed, his body quaking. His face was criminally hot.
