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The plan had been drinks, dinner at the ridiculously expensive hotel where they would only have to stagger a couple of floors upstairs to bed, but Ashley ached to have Ben touch him. He leant in and kissed him, pressing in closer and not caring who might be watching as he poured all his desire into his actions. Ben was an excellent kisser, and they separated breathless and Ashley’s cock hard.
“How about we get out of here?”
Ben smirked. “Shall I push our dinner reservation back?”
“Or cancel it. Unless they can deliver via room service because I doubt I’m going to want to leave our bed afterwards.”
“Have I told you how much I love you recently?”
“You know I can never hear it enough.”
Ben closed the tab at the bar, and they headed outside. The early evening bar-hoppers were out in force and Ashley grabbed Ben’s hand, determined not to be separated. This was not a pleasant stroll but a brisk trot down Kensington High Street.
They arrived at the hotel, and Ben handed him the room key. “We’re all checked in. Let me sort out dinner and I’ll meet you there.”
“Hurry up!” Ashley said taking the card and stealing a kiss.
“Don’t get naked I’ve been dreaming for months about peeling you out of a suit. As much as I love your arse in jeans, nothing compares to you in your finest.”
Ashley was in no mood to dawdle and even waiting for the lift was an exercise in restraint. The room was on the seventh floor and the hotel’s numbering system sent him the wrong way, when he finally found the room, it turned out to be a suite. He should have known Ben would use any opportunity to show off. There was a bottle of champagne waiting but he decided to hold off on opening it as he didn’t intend to give Ben any time to drink it before he had him on his back.
He threw open the bedroom door and was greeted by a massive bed, he found his overnight bag and dug out the lube. Hearing Ben arrive, he raced to the bedroom door and leant on the frame. “Success, or do we have to go downstairs eat dinner and try not to shag each other over a table?”
“All sorted.”
Ben stalked towards him, there was no other way to describe it and they met with a deep, lusty kiss. He’d always loved the way Ben kissed, he somehow managed to make Ashley’s head spin, conveying all his desire and passion as their lips met.
He tugged Ben towards the bed, he wanted to be part of a tangle of limbs, feel Ben’s naked body pressed against him. They may spend every night cuddled up together, but he’d missed this side of their relationship.
Ben pushed him backwards and he landed on the bed. He watched as Ben began to peel away his suit and Ashley got with the programme and set about removing his own clothes. He had grand plans, and to start with he wanted Ben to fuck him into this mattress.
Ashley threw him the lube which Ben caught with one hand. “Time for you to remind me why I agreed to marry you.”
“No fear, darling.”
Ben knew how to make his body sing and, now, when Ashley needed him most, Ben played him beautifully. He begged for Ben to fuck him as he worked him open, desperate for the connection, to have Ben consume him.
Ashley groaned with pleasure when Ben pushed his cock inside. It had been far too long since they had taken their time over this. There was no need for a quick fuck, they wouldn’t be interrupted and Ashley lay back and let Ben worship him. He cried in delight as Ben found the perfect rhythm, held on tight as Ben fucked him through his orgasm before succumbing to his own.
They collapsed together. Ashley’s heart racing, and his cheeks hurt from grinning.
Ben nuzzled into his neck. “You are so wonderful,” he said, pressing a kiss to Ashley’s collarbone.
“I’ve missed you, missed this.” His happy chemicals were dancing. “We need to make more time for us.”
“It’ll get easier.”
“It has to, because I’m not sure I can cope, and Davy already has to suffer through my cack-handed attempts of being a father.”
Ben levered himself up so he was propped on an elbow. “Ashley, you’re doing a great job. Honestly, you’re being far too hard on yourself.”
“I’m just so tired all the time. The mums at our playgroup all seem so much more with it. It’s bad enough being the only bloke, but to be surrounded by all these amazingly competent women makes me feel like shit.” He’d been bottling this up for a while and it felt good to admit it, even though he didn’t have an answer.
“Some people are just good at putting up a front. You’ve never compared yourself to anyone else in other parts of your life, why do it for this?”
He huffed, feeling stupid but still couldn’t shake he should be doing better. “Because Davy is important. I don’t want to screw this up.”
“You won’t. We won’t. We’re partners in this, Ashley. I know our son is going to be perfectly fine because we’re there for him and each other.” Ben leant in and kissed him. “We’re also able to tell each other when things aren’t working, and I’m telling you it’s okay.”
