Page 63 of Candy Hearts
“Need,” Benji mumbled.
“What do you need, baby?”
A gut-punching moan slipped out of Benji’s mouth. “I don’t know.”
“You can get there,” William said. He slipped his hand down Benji’s stomach and found a dribble of pre-come with his thumb. William lifted his thumb to his own mouth, tasting salt.
“Hold me … steady.”
“I will,” William said. “I will, Benji. Always.”
* * *
Benji’s body flushed hot, and he would have been embarrassed about the noise he made, but there was no room for embarrassment right now.
William tightened his arm around Benji’s chest, and with his other hand, he reached around Benji to grab the velvet underwear binding Benji’s knees close together. William didn’t do anything other than clutch the taut, stretched-thin briefs in his fist. Didn’t try to move Benji or change his angle.
He held him like he wanted Benji to feel grounded and surrounded and safe. And Benji did. This would likely be the last time he had this,had William, and Benji wasn’t going to take it for granted.
Benji was getting close. It was quicker than normal, and he didn’t know if it had to do with William’s breath in his ear or the warmth at his back or the fingertips digging into his pec.
He moved the steel toy harder against his prostate, massaging it in rough, quick jabs. A steady trickle of pre-come slicked his cock, and he focused on the heat blooming inside him, on clenching his pelvic floor, on breathing in time with his muscle contractions. He fell headfirst into the blood-red darkness as his vision wavered and his eyes rolled back.
Spunk flowed out of him in a sudden rush. He cried out and twisted in William’s arms as his release switched to hard pulses and spurts and radiating heat from the very core of him.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Benji chanted as he peaked, then plateaued.
William kissed Benji’s neck through the last throbs of his orgasm. When William pulled back, Benji was dazed and hazy. Wet warmth covered his stomach, dripping down his sides onto William’s legs. Benji was coated in sweat.
William put his hand in front of Benji’s mouth, “Spit, beautiful.”
Benji did without thought. Just spit right into William’s hand. William was shaking, nearly as much as Benji. He moved the hand behind Benji’s back to grip his own dick.
“No. Fuck me, please,” Benji said.
William let out a trembling breath. “You sure?”
“Yeah.” Benji might not be able to come again, but he wanted the intimacy of holding William within his body. He felt so close to William already.
He wanted to be closer.
William tumbled Benji onto his back, and within the space of a handful of breaths, the dildo was gone, a condom was on, a mess of lube was slicked over both of them, and William was at the precipice of Benji’s body.
“Are you sure?” William asked again.
“I am.”
William still had a hold of Benji’s favorite briefs (he had three velvet pairs butthesewere his favorite), using the fabric to push Benji’s knees toward his chest. The way William used that slip of underwear was control and command and power.
The first thrust inside whited out Benji’s brain. He’d been here before—underneath a man, his body an impetus for pleasure—but it had never been like this. The lingering worries in the back of his mind, worries of stupid criteria and William’s feelings and the future, floated away.
William waswatchinghim, mapping Benji with his eyes, seeing elemental desires Benji had never let other people see. William gave voice to them softly, sweetly.
Words like, “Let me in,” which Benji followed with, “Take it.”
Words like, “Beautiful,” and “Strong,” and “Brave,” which Benji followed with, “Harder.”
Cries and shivers and stilted fucking moans of “I think we belong together, sweetheart,” which Benji followed with a primal plea of “Yes,please.”
