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Simon moved his hand away. “Mine,” he said. “Relax and just let me do everything.”
That sounded… pretty amazing, actually. “Okay,” Ben said. He’d never just laid back and let someone fuck him. He’d always been one for active participation when it came to sex, but the intent look in Simon’s eyes made Ben reevaluate that. Pillow-princessing might be a nice change of pace.
Ben closed his eyes and gave himself over entirely to Simon, letting the man first undress him and then touch his body however he wanted. It was a slow but delicious torture. Simon seemed intent on mapping out every inch of his exposed body, moving Ben’s limbs however he wished but always being mindful of his broken arm.
By the time Simon replaced his fingers with his mouth, Ben had given up trying to be quiet. He hoped Simon had good soundproofing. When Simon’s lips closed around the tip of Ben’s cock, he had the presence of mind to grab one of the pillows under his head and hold it over his face so he could safely make absolutely obscene noises that hopefully no one beyond Simon would hear. His mouth was absolute heaven and Ben didn’t give a crap how blasphemous that sounded. He wasn’t interested in any afterlife that didn’t include blow jobs. He’d probably feel bad about that thought later, but for now his entire existence was his aching cock inside Simon’s hot, wet mouth.
Simon worked Ben’s cock with his lips and fist while his other hand fondled Ben’s tight, achy balls. Ben was close, so close, so very, very close. Then Simon pulled off with an absolutely wicked laugh.
“No!” Ben moaned into his pillow. He lifted it enough to say, “Not fair! You can’t just stop there!”
“Who said I was done?” Simon asked in a voice that was pure seduction. He spread Ben’s legs wider, cupped his ass, then lifted him up.
“Simon? What—oh fuck fuck fuck.”
Ben screamed into his trusty pillow as Simon’s tongue went to work on his hole. It was beautiful and obscene and perfect and it was going to drive Ben absolutely insane if he didn’t get a cock inside him right away.
“Please,” he whined. “Please.I need more. Need you inside me.”
Simon obliged him not by stopping what he was doing and sliding his dick into Ben where it belonged, but he did work a finger inside Ben that he thrust in and out, finding his prostate like he’d taken a class on how to do it, all while still feasting on Ben out like he was an all-you-can-eat buffet. Simon’s mouth was too busy to say much, but his grunts of pleasure pushed Ben closer to the edge he didn’t want to tumble over until Simon’s dick was deep inside him.
“Fuck me, Simon, please. I can’t… it’s too much… I…” Simon’s relentless finger and tongue left him and Ben wanted to cry. “You better get your dick into me soon, Simon, or—”
“You’re so demanding when you’re desperate,” Simon said.
Ben heard Simon open a condom packet then roll on his erection. Then Ben felt him coat his loosened hole with cool lube and he sighed with relief.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, not feeling particularly sorry.
“I’m not.” Simon slid his cock between Ben’s cheeks then pressed against his entrance. “I love it when you’re like this.” He thrust forward carefully and it was all dark overwhelming pleasure mixed with the painful stretch of his body. Simon’s cock was hard and hot and absolutely perfect. Then he started to move and it was even better.
Ignoring Simon’s direction that Ben lie back and do absolutely nothing, he reached down with his good arm and enclosed his neglected cock into his fist. He pumped himself to the rhythm of Simon thrusting inside him.
“Benny,” Simon said in a warning tone.
“Just fuck me,” Ben begged. “Do it fast and hard. I need to come.”
Simon took on a punishing pace and it was all so, so good, then it was too good and Ben came on his hand and his belly and probably on his cast, too. He didn’t care, though. He rode the waves of pleasure as Simon chased his own release.
“Come for me,” Ben coaxed. “Please.”
Simon squeezed his eyes shut and groaned loudly as he came. Ben wished he could feel Simon’s hot cum inside him, but that was a small thing, and it could be saved for later.
There would be time for that and a lot of other things as well. There would be time for everything.
Ben sprawled on the bed like a lazy cat while Simon got up and went to the bathroom. Ben felt he should get up and clean himself off but he couldn’t work up the effort. When Simon came back to bed, Ben giggled, still drunk on all the sex chemicals rushing through his bloodstream.
“What’s so funny?” Simon asked, pulling him close but being careful of Ben’s arm.
“I’m sticky,” Ben protested, but weakly.
“Being sticky is funny?”
“Very. You’re going to be sticky, too.”
Simon kissed Ben’s neck. “I’m already sticky.”
“We can be gross together.”
