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I slide my hand under the sheet and find his bare ass. “You weren’t complaining.”

Ben’s mouth comes back to mine before I can say anything else. He kisses me harder, swallowing my laugh while he hooks his fingers into my waistband and pulls. I lift my hips. The underwear catches under my ass, and Ben yanks until I kick them free at the bottom of the bed.

He wraps his fingers around my cock. The first stroke pulls a groan out of me, and my hips follow his warm, tight grip. I grab him in return and feel him twitch against my hand.

Ben is already hard. I run my thumb under the head and collect the moisture there, spreading it down until my fist moves easier. He sucks in a breath against my mouth.

I give him a slow stroke and kiss the corner of his mouth. His grip tightens. “Don’t slow down.”

I kiss him and stroke faster as he rolls onto his side. The sheet pools around our thighs while we work each other in the narrow space between us, foreheads touching. I feel every rough breath and the jerk of his hips each time my fist reaches the head.

He knows my body too well now to waste time guessing. His thumb presses exactly where I like it, dragging over the underside before his palm twists down. My stomach pulls tight. I ease my fist around his cock until Ben’s eyes open.

They’re dark and still a little heavy with sleep. He watches me while I stroke him, his mouth parted and his face close enough that our noses bump when his hips push forward. He lets me see the pleasure hit and gives me another hard pulse against my palm.

Ben shifts his grip lower on my cock and rolls me onto my back. He moves down before I can complain, catching one nipple with his teeth while his fist keeps sliding slowly over my cock. I arch under the bite and grab his shoulder. He sucks until the sensation turns sharp, then lets go and licks the sore spot.

His lips keep going over the ink crossing my ribs to the smaller piece low on my stomach. Ben lets me watch his head move closer to my cock, then stops to press his tongue somewhere else.

I push my heel against the mattress. “Ben.”

He lifts his mouth from my hip and waits.

Asshole.

His thumb rubs under the head again. My cock jumps toward his mouth, and he smiles against my skin.

“Suck me,” I say.

Ben closes his lips over the head and sucks hard. The sudden pressure lifts my hips, but he puts a hand beneath one thigh and pushes my leg toward my chest until my ass stays against the bed.

He keeps most of my cock out of his mouth, working the wet tip with his tongue while his fist handles the rest. Every time I try to press deeper, he eases back and makes me follow.

“Ben.” My fingers tighten in his hair. “Deeper.”

Ben looks up and takes another inch, then another, the tight ring of his lips dragging down until the head meets the back of his tongue. My other leg opens without him asking. He catches that thigh too and settles between them.

He pulls off far enough to breathe. His mouth shines when he says, “Give it to me.”

I push into him slowly. Ben’s tongue stays flattened under my cock while I slide in, and his fingers dig into the backs of my thighs. He controls how far I go by drawing me closer or holding me away, then pulls me in until his breath catches around my cock.

The pressure nearly empties my head. I keep the next movement shallow, then give him more when he pulls at my legs. Ben takes it with a rough sound that travels through my cock and tightens everything below my stomach.

I could keep fucking his mouth until I come, but I want his cock on my tongue and his hips moving because he can’t hold still.

I tug his hair. “Come here.”

Ben ignores me. He slides his mouth down until my cock presses into his throat and holds me there, both hands clamped behind my thighs.

If he keeps that up, I’ll come before I get my mouth on him.

I catch his shoulders and pull until he releases me. “Ben.”

He crawls over me, mouth wet and eyes bright. “What?”

I catch his wet jaw and pull him into a kiss. The taste of my own skin is all over his tongue. Ben settles between my legs, his hard cock dragging along mine while I kiss him until he’s breathing through his nose and trying to grind closer.

I turn us over and put Ben on his back. He reaches for my shoulder as I move down. “Nolan.”