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Simon’s eyes went molten again. He pulled on Ben’s curls experimentally. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured. “I don’t want to ever hurt you.”
“You won’t,” Ben assured him. “I want to feel you.” He encircled Simon’s cock with his hand and pumped it lazily while lapping at the head with his tongue. He thought, but didn’t say,I want you to own me.
And in a way, Simon already did. He just didn’t know it, and Ben intended on keeping that nugget of realization to himself.
Simon tugged a little harder on Ben’s hair. “Like this?” he asked, his voice gone husky and deeper than usual.
“Harder,” Ben urged. “Promise I won’t break.”
Simon pulled harder on Ben’s hair and it was Goldilocks right, bowing his back and making him cry out. “Oh my god. Just like that. Exactly like that.”
“I want…” Simon broke off.
“What?” Ben asked breathlessly. “Do you want to be in my mouth again?”
Simon’s groan was answer enough. Ben dived forward, taking Simon all the way to the back of his throat and swallowed. He concentrated on not gagging, because he was afraid that would freak Simon out. Given time, Ben could show Simon how hot gagging on a cock could be and so much, much more, but right now him not freaking out was the goal.
Simon finally seemed to lose himself in Ben’s mouth and he moved of his own volition, thrusting hard enough to make Ben’s eyes water.
“I’m going…” The words tumbled out of Simon’s mouth in broken syllables. “Going to… oh god, Ben… Benny,please.I need… oh Jesus!”
Simon’s hot cum shot down Ben’s throat. He tasted it as Simon pulled back slightly, still thrusting into Ben’s mouth, but shallowly now.
“So good,” Simon muttered over and over. “So damn good, oh Benny, so so good. Oh my god, it’s too much. Too—”
Reluctantly, Ben pulled back, letting Simon’s cock fall from his lips. He licked them, tasting more of Simon and thinking it wasn’t enough.
It might never be enough.
Simon wilted backward until he was lying on the bed with only his legs dangling off. His cock, still semi-hard, nestled between his spread legs. Ben wanted that cock in his mouth again but knew it would be far too soon. Instead, he stroked himself and came quickly, just thinking about the feel of Simon inside him.
Ben caught his cum in his hand and stood up.
“That was amazing, Benny. I want you to feel good, too. Just give me a minute and—”
Ben smiled at sex-drunk Simon. He was a strangely endearing sight. “Too late.” He held up his hand for Simon to squint at. “I couldn’t wait.”
Simon pouted because he hadn’t been the one to make Ben come. It was sweet and completely ridiculous. “I wanted to—”
Ben bent to drop a soft kiss on Simon’s mouth. “Next time,” he said.
Simon immediately brightened. “When?”
Ben couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of such a desirable man being that eager to give him an orgasm. That wasn’t, in his experience, something you could count on in a hookup.
While Ben quickly washed, he wondered if that’s what Simon was—just a hook-up. He felt like more, Ben thought, but also less. It was hard to put his finger on it, but sex with Simon had been a completely unique experience.
When he’d gotten back from the bathroom, Ben saw Simon had managed to pull himself entirely onto the bed and under the covers. Ben crawled in beside him. For a second he felt shy and a little awkward, not sure if he should lie down with his head on the other pillow or cuddle into Simon.
Simon solved the problem for him. “Come here,” he said. “Let me hold you.”
Eagerly Ben moved so he was tucked under Simon’s arm with his cheek resting on Simon’s firm chest. He folded one arm under him and the other lay lightly on Simon’s chest, stroking the hair there.
They were both silent for a while then Simon broke it to say, “Thank you, Ben.”
Ben snorted. “You don’t need to thank me, trust me. It was totally my pleasure.”
Simon shifted so he could look Ben in the eyes. “But I do. You need to know… to realize how…” He cleared his throat. “I’ve never been attracted to a man before you. And if I’m being honest, I find women attractive in a way that’s always been…” He paused, seeming to search for the right word. “Aesthetic, rather than sexual, if you know what I mean. Although I barely know what I mean. I’ve tried to explain it before but that usually never goes well. I faked it for a long time, and then when I decided to never have children, I stopped even that. I’ve had sex, Ben. Enough of it to know that what just happened wasn’t at all normal. Or at least it wasn’t for me.”
