“Your cum? Oh hell yes. I like that.” Leaning over, Ben licked it up, rubbing his face into Jason’s slick skin, swallowing every drop. Jason gasped softly, Ben’s tongue and stubble rough, relentless. Ben murmured against his belly, “Now I’m going to get you hard again.”
Jason almost told him to stop, the idea of coming again suddenly too much. But he only twitched and gasped as Ben licked and nuzzled his tender cock and balls. Then Ben sucked him fully into his mouth, and Jason’s flesh throbbed although it was oversensitive.
When the stretch of one of Ben’s fingers gave way to the burn of two, Jason clamped down, eyes shut and heart pounding at the idea of Ben’s whole cock squeezing in there.
“Breathe. Are you okay? Jason, look at me.”
Am I okay? He honestly wasn’t sure, but when he opened his eyes to find Ben peering down at him with concern so palpable Jason swore he could feel it, his heart slowed. He trusted Ben.
Jason cleared his dry throat. “I’m okay.”
His fingers still inside, Ben leaned down and kissed Jason softly, patiently. Jason panted against his mouth as Ben worked farther inside him, and then he seized up like he’d been electrocuted, the pleasure and pain too much.
He wriggled as Ben touched the spot inside him again. He’d heard men talk about their prostates and how good it felt. Jason was a live wire, nerves jangling, utterly exposed. He didn’t know if he liked it or not, but he whimpered when Ben pulled his fingers free, the new emptiness overwhelming, his balls tight.
Ben pressed a kiss to Jason’s soft inner thigh, then urged him over onto his stomach, slipping a pillow under his hips. Jason watched over his shoulder as Ben squirted more cold lube into Jason’s ass and rolled on a condom, slicking it as well.
Then Ben eased up Jason’s knee, parting his legs and fitting on top of him. He pushed the head of his cock against the rim of Jason’s ass, running a soothing palm down his side.
“That’s it. Let me in.”
Jason shook and moaned, but pushed back, lifting his knee higher to the side and trying to open himself. He was afraid, but he knew Ben wouldn’t hurt him. The need to complete this ritual beat in him like a drum, insistent and unrelenting, the pure desire overpowering.
The head of Ben’s cock shoved inside as Ben said, “There. Yes, open up. Relax. I’m here.”
“Too big,” Jason gritted out, his ass burning. But when Ben eased the pressure, Jason reached back blindly, grasping. “Don’t stop.”
Wet kisses pressed to the top of his spine and over his shoulders, Ben’s breath hot. “You’re doing so well. It gets easier, I promise.” He pushed again, filling Jason inch by inch with murmurs of support. “There, like that. Perfect.”
Then Jason realized Ben was in all the way, so deep inside him he felt split open completely. He could only moan and gasp, words out of reach as Ben kissed his hair and said, “You’re so beautiful. Fuck, Jason. Wanted to do this the first time I saw you.”
He could feel it as Ben rocked—not only the thrusts of his cock filling him, but Ben’s desire, the laser focus of that want trained on Jason, stripping him bare to his very core.
He reached back again wordlessly, needing an anchor as he came apart piece by piece, thrust by thrust, their skin slapping and breath harsh in the silence of the room. Ben threaded their fingers together, pressing Jason’s hand into the mattress as he fucked him.
I’m being fucked.
His straining cock was trapped against the mattress, and sweat dampened his brow. Ben grunted with each plunge into Jason, squeezing his free hand underneath to touch him. Ben’s fist around his shaft was merciless, the pleasure almost too intense, and it only took a few rough strokes before Jason was coming again, shattering completely, mouth open in a silent shout.
Part of him wanted Ben to stay right there inside him forever, warring with the urge to run and hide until he could breathe and get back in control, until he could pick up all the pieces of himself and be Jason, not this quivering, defenseless jumble.
He watched over his shoulder as Ben eased out of him and tore off the condom, eyes bright and lips parted as he stroked himself and spurted, white splashes of his cum painting Jason’s back and ass, pure ecstasy on his face.
Pride soothed a few of the raw edges in Jason, gratitude that he could give Ben this release. Ben smeared his semen over Jason’s sweaty skin, and Jason’s spent dick twitched with a few more drops, sparks shooting from his balls. It was like he was being marked—claimed—and deep satisfaction flowed through him, chasing away his fear for the moment.