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Ben tried to pull back. “Morning breath!”
“I’m willing to risk it,” Simon murmured.
Despite his protests, Ben first allowed himself to be kissed, then actively participated. They traded long, lazy kisses, snug in Simon’s warm bed, both with the priceless knowledge that neither had anywhere particular to go and nothing in particular to do.
Urgency came snaking slowly but inexorably through Simon’s languor. His cock hardened past the point of being able to easily ignore it. He thrust unconsciously forward, sliding his cock against Ben’s silky skin. It was bliss, but still not enough. He wanted to be inside Ben, even if he wasn’t sure exactly how to accomplish that. Or if it was even something that was possible. Ben might not want or like it, especially with a man who literally had literally no experience in that area.
Simon’s cock, on the other hand, didn’t care about any of that. It wanted attention and it wanted itnow.
“Benny. Oh god. I need—”
“Me, too. I’m so hard, Simon. Feel.” Ben took Simon’s hand and placed it on his erection. It was hard, and hot, and Simon remembered how delicious and satisfying it had been. His mouth watered.
“Can I suck on it?” Simon asked.
“It’s your turn to come,” Ben said.
“Want you to come too,” Simon whined, perfectly aware he was whining and not doing a thing to stop it.
“I have an idea,” Ben said. He slotted their dicks together then wrapped his hand around them. Then his hand moved and Simon thought he might lose his mind. He’d never felt anything even close to this before. His cock next to Ben’s in his hard, tight grip was exquisite. He thrust forward and felt Ben’s hand, but also his cock, which was hard and still yielding and the best thing Simon had ever experienced.
“Let’s do this,” Simon breathed, climbing close to orgasm, “all the time. Every day. I want to wake up like this every day.”
Ben groaned and started thrusting faster. “So good,” he muttered. “So damn good.”
It was. There was no other way to describe it.
Ben’s orgasm hit, causing him to arch his back and cry out. His hand started to loosen and slow, threatening to drive Simon insane, so he covered Ben’s hand in his own and tightened their grip over their cocks, Ben’s cum slick and hot and easing the way. Ben would probably become too sensitive if they did this for too long, but Simon could feel his own orgasm coming, starting at the base of his balls then erupting forth, covering his hand and Ben’s stomach in his release.
Simon gently loosened his grip and then collapsed onto his back, panting. “My god, Ben.”
“You’re a frotting fan,” Ben said, sounding exhausted but also slightly amused. “Good to know.”
“Frotting?” It sounded unappealing to Simon. “I think not.”
Ben laughed a combination of giggles and snorts. “Frotting is what we justdid,Simon. The thing you just said you wanted to do every morning for the rest of your life.”
Simon made a face. “It sounds terrible. Does it have another name?”
Ben did his best to get his laughter under control. “Not as far as I know.”
“Pity,” Simon said, which only made Ben laugh more.
When he’d caught his breath again, Ben said, “You’ll want to be careful with that, anyway, you know. Chafing can be an issue.”
Chafing sounded like something good to avoid as far as Simon was concerned. He had something else to broach, as well. Clearing his throat, he said, “I want to be inside you, Benny.”
Ben closed his eyes tight and let out a little moan. “God, yes. But we need stuff first. And there’s like a whole process, at least if you want to do it right.”
“Iverymuch want to do it right,” Simon assured him. “And then often.”
Ben smiled. “Would you want me inside you?”
Simon’s mind went blank with a combination of panic and blatant curiosity. “I have no idea.”
“Well, one thing at a time.” Ben stretched and yawned. “I need a shower. So you do you.” He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Then breakfast. I’m starving.”
Simon thought of the cookies he’d been trying to eat in his dream and his stomach growled loudly.
