John And Ben Meet Again - Part Two
(players only, takes place January 15)
Ben nods and licks his lips while staring at John's mouth. He knows he's being obvious but at this point doesn't care. Forcing his gaze away from John's lips before he gives into temptation, he bites into his lower lip and follows John willingly. He's definitely enjoying the single point of contact between their hands and is hoping it will be enough until they can get somewhere a lot more private. "I'm fairly certain I know exactly how you feel." he says hoarsely.
"I'd be surprised if you didn't," John answers as they make their way to the car. He'd kiss Ben, but the back seat of his boring rental car is not the place he wants to be with him again. That is the only reason he manages to get in and start the car, reluctantly letting go of Ben's hand so they can settle in. "I think I'm going to speed," he confides as he pulls out of the parking lot. "Or at least drive right on the limit."
"Well you certainly have my permission." he says with humor in his voice. Missing the contact they had with their hands before getting in the car, Ben turns slightly in his seat and places his hand on John's thigh. Without really considering his actions he starts moving his hand up and down, brushing the other man's knee and then up to his upper thigh and back again. His movements are slow with just the slightest amount of pressure.
"You can stop that in about an hour," John says, half his mind on the driving, half on Ben's hand on his thigh. Even the slightest touch is enough to send flames flickering through his body. "You know this is going to be about as fast as the first time, right?" he says, turning down the stretch of beach road that will lead to his house. "We'll probably have to wait a little for anything more detailed."
"I was thinking it will be surprising if we make it inside and get the door closed." Ben admitted. "I've been fighting this since I had your head laying in my lap so I'm frankly surprised I haven't exploded yet." He's joking but there's truth there as well. His hand is keeping up the constant movement on Ben's leg, needing any contact he can get to hold him over.
"We might just manage that," John says as he pulls up to his gate and hits the remote to open it. "Though I am having thoughts about just stroking each other off in the lobby. Or maybe we'll make it to the couch," he moans softly as Ben hits a sensitive spot. "There's no way we'll get to the bedroom, though. I need you too much." He stops the car in the garage and gets out, knowing if he lets himself touch Ben they will do it right here and now. He moves to the front door and opens it, letting Ben go through first.
Ben is reluctant to relinquish his contact with John, but understands the need. The next time he touches John he's not going to be able to stop and wherever they're at will be where everything happens. On the garage floor is not a good option although the entry way does look promising as Ben walks through the door John holds open for him. As soon as he is through he turns to face John, whispering needfully. "John . . ."
"Fuck yes," he whispers, finally letting himself take Ben in his arms. "Ben..." he plunders his mouth, unable to do anything else, there's a magnetic feeling to this, Ben warm in his arms, moving against him. He's hard, or harder, from the moment their lips meet.
Immediately sliding his arms around John, Ben tangles one hand in the hair he's missed and the other slides down to cover one cheek of the ass he's been coveting all night. There is no warm up or slowness, just immense need in his every move.
He was going to undress at least, he really was, but he can't stop himself any more, he just has to hold Ben as close as he can, and thrust against him, moving his hands all over him. He thrusts against Ben, his cock hard, and realises that unless they separate - which he somehow doesn't think will happen - they're going to come in their pants like a couple of horny teenagers. Then again, the horny part is definitely true. "God, BEN," John moans.
Ben has no problem with coming in his pants as long as it's soon. Everything has been building up since John first walked into the warehouse earlier until all that is left is this immense need. He knows there is no finesse in his kisses, just teeth and tongue and hard lips trying to devour every bit they can. His hands are grasping and holding tight even as his hips thrust in time with John's. "Fuck." he hisses into the kiss. "Soon."
"Whenever you're ready," John gasps out, knowing he's not going to hold out much longer, but trying, just a little, so he can feel Ben first. "Come, Ben. Come for me." He's not really sounding terribly dominant, but he hopes it comes across that way a little.
Since it's exactly what he wants to do anyway, Ben has no problem obeying what sounds enough like an order to him. With a final hard thrust he comes, pulling his mouth back from John's so it is his lip he bites to avoid screaming out just how encompassing his orgasm is.
He was going to wait, watch Ben, but the sounds he makes and the feeling of his warmth against John as he comes are too much, and John comes, trying not to cry out too loudly, even though he knows no one but Ben can hear. He slumps against Ben, who seems similarly boneless and presses back against the door, the only thing holding him up, as he tries to catch his breath.
Once the last waves of orgasm pass, Ben is glad to still have such a tight hold on John. Between the two of them and the door, they are still upright which is amazing considering the speed and intensity of what just happened. Without thought, Ben moves just enough to nuzzle his face into the curve of John's neck while he fights to even out his breath and heart rate. The immense need has been replaced with a quiet hum of contentment although Ben knows it wouldn't take a lot to get him going again after all these weeks of nothing but his own hand.
"Damn," John whispers. "Think we'll survive this?" He's joking, at least mostly. It feels so good to just hold Ben, snuggling with him. He looks at Ben and just smiles. It feels right, like... "Coming home," he whispers. He softly kisses Ben's hair, just getting himself back a little from the incredible explosion of need.
"Hmmm?" Ben looks up with a dazed but questioning look. "Did you say something?" his words are slurred just the tiniest bit. "It was okay? You're okay?" His brain is starting to function again little by little and he realizes this probably wasn't the smartest thing to do considering just a couple hours earlier John had passed out in front of him.
"I'm incredibly good," John grins. "Sticky, but good." He nuzzles Ben again. "I'm fine. I really am. Better than I've been... ever, I think." He strokes Ben's hair, just wanting some contact, not wanting to let him go.
Relieved their activities hadn't made things worse for John, Ben grins back very happily. He moves into every touch John gives, pushing against his hands while running his own hands across shoulders and down John's back. "Definitely sticky. I'm hoping I can persuade you to let me borrow something to wear since my pants appear to need a thorough cleaning."
"I'm sure we can find something, we're close enough to the same size," John arches into the touches, liking Ben's hands. "And I was sort of hoping you might like the idea of a shower together, too..." he knows that it probably is just as appealing an idea for Ben as it is for him, but he likes to tease a little.
"I could be persuaded." Ben teases back. "You naked, wet and available for touching? Yeah, I definitely think I could be persuaded to participate in that as long as there isn't a no touching rule." He runs his hands down to the waistband of John's pants and shimmies his fingers in and under the shirt until he can get his hand on the bare skin of John's back.
"Oh, definitely not a no touching rule," John grins. "It wouldn't be fair, because I'd want to touch you as well." He shivers a little at the touch of Ben's fingers. He loves the way Ben wants so badly to touch his skin, like he craves that contact. Of course, John craves it too. "We do probably need to move again, though..."
Ben smirks and nods, sliding his hand further up before having his other hand join it. "Definitely should move again." he whispers right before he captures John's lips with his own. It's not the desperate kiss from earlier, but there is desire apparent as he sucks and nibbles at the lips underneath his.
It isn't fair, John whimpers and he can feel the need, low, but still intense, forming again. "Upstairs," he whispers. "I have a huge bath, and the shower is big enough for an orgy if we were so inclined. Hot water. You. I can't think of anything better."
Ben pulls back reluctantly, but the idea of getting out of his clothes is very appealing. "I can think of something better." he whispers with a satisfied grin. "You. Naked. It beats everything else easily. Add water to the mix and I'm not sure I'm going to be able to control myself."
"I'm not sure I want you to control yourself," John murmurs, taking Ben's hand and leading him upstairs. "We have a few weeks of lost time to make up for, after all, even if they did help us clarify our wants and needs." Taking Ben through his bedroom, remembering kissing him up against the door, he opens the bathroom door with a flourish. It's tiled in a soft green and everything else is as John stated.
Once they're in the bathroom, Ben closes the distance between them again. "May I undress you?" he asks softly, wanting nothing more in that moment then to uncover all of John so he can get his mouth and hands on him.
"Yes," John nods. "I'd like that." He smiles, and kisses Ben. "You can ask me anything, and I think I'd grant it right now," he whispers. He moves back so Ben can work, waiting patiently.
Licking his lips, Ben starts with John's shirt. Although he'd love to take his time and tease them both with the removal of clothing, Ben is not sure either of them could handle it tonight. Instead he is quick, but careful as he systematically removes all of John's clothes. He finds himself on his knees in front of John when the task is complete. From his position, he looks up with the need thrumming through his veins again. With a hoarse whisper, he begs. "May I suck you?"
He silently blesses his preparedness in having condoms on hand in the bathroom cabinet, which, he realises, he can reach without moving more than his arm. "Yes," he says, looking down at Ben. He pulls out the small packet and hands it to him. "I want to feel your mouth on me."
Ben takes the condom, suddenly hating the need for them even as he tears it open and rolls it completely down John's length. As soon as that's done, he slides his mouth down the length steadily. He ignores the taste of the latex and just enjoys the fullness in his mouth. His hands rise up to rest on the hips in front of him for balance as he sucks needfully.
"Oh... oh, Ben..." John wraps his hands in Ben's hair, not even trying to direct him, letting him take it at his own pace, because everything he's doing feels just right. He's annoyed by the latex, but he hasn't had a chance to call about that test yet, and he would rather put up with it than endanger Ben even the smallest amount. It's not even about himself, it's only that he doesn't want to take any chances with Ben.
After a minute, the taste of the latex dissipates and all Ben is left with is the enjoyment of what he is doing. His hands knead at the hips he's holding as he sucks his way up and down John's cock. He hums lightly with satisfaction at the hands in his hair, loving the way they feel and trying to show his appreciation without words.
Ben's as good at this as he is everything else they've done together, and John loves his mouth, loves the way he swallows him down like there's no latex at all, and the humming drives him even crazier. He shouldn't be this close to coming again, not after the activities downstairs, but he is. Not there yet, but closer than he thought would be possible by this point.
Ben opens his eyes, suddenly realizing they had fallen closed at some point so he could enjoy what he was doing without the interruption sight sometimes offered. He raises his eyes to gaze at John, delighted to see the pleasure crossing his face. He's not sure how far John wants him to go with this, he's more then willing to keep up until the other man comes again but truthfully hadn't gotten further with his thoughts originally then wanting John's hard cock in his mouth.
Gazing down into Ben's eyes, John wonders what he has in mind. "We could continue...oh, god... this. Or we could take that shower. What's your preference?" He figures that if Ben keeps sucking, or doesn't, he'll have his answer. He's happy with either, just waiting to see what Ben does.
Ben pulls off John's cock, slightly reluctantly. He looks up from his position on his knees and shrugs. "I want to please you. Whatever will do that is what I want." The tone of his voice makes clear that he means every word, his concern is to make sure John is enjoying himself to the fullest.
"Then continue," John says, his cock brushing Ben's lips when he moves, and it was unintentional. "We have all night, after all..." He smiles at Ben, waiting for him to take him in again. "That doesn't, however, mean you have to take things slow."
Licking at the tip as it brushes his lips, Ben keeps his eyes on John's face as he allows the man's cock to slide through his lips and along his tongue. He shifts his head enough that it continues the journey along his tongue to the back of his throat where he purposefully relaxes his throat muscles and swallows hard, feeling John's cock slide down. With John buried in his throat, Ben's eyes naturally close again as he concentrates solely on bringing John the ultimate pleasure as well as getting tiny puffs of air in from around the flesh that blocks most of it off.
It's perfect and John moans softly as Ben's mouth just envelops him again, feeling every movement of his cock inside the heat. Not his very favourite heat of Ben's, but a damned close second, he decides when he feels Ben start to suck. He's close again, after a few minutes, Ben's just too good. He's thrusting, but taking it slowly, and moaning, making all kinds of wanton noises because of the wicked, hot feelings Ben's mouth is creating in him.
The sounds John makes just make everything so much better. He loves that John is thrusting into his mouth but the other man is still way too composed for Ben's taste. Pulling his mouth off John's cock just enough to get his fingers into his mouth and wet, he moves them around John at the same time he slides his mouth back down his cock. The now wet fingers circle and tease at the man's puckered entrance before two fingers push inside. Immediately, he curls them forward to press gently against John's prostate at the same time he starts humming lightly around the cock in his throat.
Sparks form behind John's eyes as Ben's fingers move inside him. "Oh, fuck, Ben," he whimpers and moans, thrusting hard into Ben's throat, though still being careful. It's so good and he's starting to come apart, Ben's fingers working his prostate amazingly. If he's this good with fingers, John can't wait for Ben to fuck him. He can feel the tingling start in his spine as he starts to come, Ben's name on his lips. "Oh, god... oh, Ben..." he moans softly, then louder as he comes.
Ben swallows around John's cock, once again wishing the condom wasn't there between them. He keeps swallowing over and over to make it as close to a blow job without a condom as he can. His fingers still inside of John although he doesn't remove them, just giving the other man the continued fullness to help extend the pleasure.
"Mmmm," John's knees start to buckle, but he holds himself up, somehow. "So damn good," he whispers as he gets his breath back. "I don't know how you do what you do to me, Ben, but I'm very glad you do. Oh..." he shivers as Ben's fingers brush over his prostate again when he moves, even though he's fully satisfied.
With one last brush over John's prostate, Ben slowly pulls his fingers out. Dropping back to rest on his heels and dropping his arms to his sides, he looks up at John and smiles. "I'm glad I do too." he says, his voice a little husky from having a cock down his throat. "I'm very glad you enjoy it because I can honestly say there are few things in the world I enjoy more then having your cock in my mouth."
"'S good that I like it too," John says, grinning back at Ben. It's just so good between them, even after knowing each other such a short time in reality. John thinks it will only get better. "Or maybe that should be love it. You're amazing at this, Ben," he says. "Ready for that shower now?" he has a few thoughts about what he's going to do to thank Ben for the second mindblowing orgasm, but keeps them to himself for now.
"If you'd like." Ben says with a small nod. He pushes himself up to his feet, wavering his hand over the clothes he is still wearing. "Did you want me to undress myself?" he asks quietly. Without really realizing what he's doing, he naturally falls into the pattern of asking the man he considers to be his dominant for permission before removing his clothes.
"Yes, Ben," John says. "I want to see you undress for me, don't take it too slow." He settles back, leaning on the glass wall of the shower, waiting. He is satisfied and emotionally happy beyond all reason right now. He wants his Ben - yes, his - naked and with him.
"Okay." He nods in acknowledgement, raising his hands to the top button on his shirt. He undoes each button without taking his eyes off of John. Ben isn't hurrying, but he isn't really trying to tantalize either. As soon as the buttons are finished he pushes the shirt off, allowing it to flutter to the floor as he starts on his jeans. A button and zipper later, he is pushing those to the floor as well after toeing off his shoes. Bared to John's gaze, Ben stands waiting.
"Turn on the shower. Make it warm, but not so hot we have to adjust too much," John says. He doesn't move, Ben will be able to figure out the taps easily enough. "I want you to get the wash cloth and gel and wash me after that." He's a little curious as to how Ben will react to something like this, a small step up.
With a nod, Ben studies the taps for a moment before turning them on. Once the hot water is flowing through the pipes, he adjusts the cold water in until it's at a temperature he considers warm. "It's ready." he says softly. As soon as John joins him in the shower, he grabs the wash cloth and gel. He works up a good lather before starting at John's collarbone and washing.
Without speaking he caresses the cloth over John's body, washing him but doing everything he can to make every touch pleasurable as well. He spends extra time circling John's nipples, pinching them and pulling slightly. The wash cloth dips into John's navel and swirls before retreating and continuing downward. His cock and scrotum are washed gently and with devout attention before Ben continues on down John's legs.
"This is good," John says, quietly, liking the slight roughness of the cloth on his skin. Ben's touches to his body aren't quite enough to turn him on fully again - he suspects that has more to do with the recent orgasm than Ben's skill - but it feels really good to be touched and caressed and just taken care of like this.
John watches as the water beats down on Ben, kneeling at his feet and that feeling of "home" washes over him again. This is right, no matter how soon it is, no matter the mistakes he made. It's right and there's nothing else he can think about it.
"When you're done, come up here," he says, needing to hold Ben and look at him.
"Did you want to turn around so I can do the back of your body first?" Ben asks quietly after finishing the front of John's body. He's back on his knees, this time with his legs spread to accommodate the erection he's had since he first took John into his mouth earlier. Even though he is aroused, just waiting to hear what John wants him to do next is enough and he doesn't even consider taking matters into his own hands.
"Yes," John turns, and he has of course noticed how hard Ben is. He considers letting him come, but now the edge is slightly off, his dominant side is starting to reassert itself. And a turned on Ben, serving him, just might be the hottest thing in the world right now. "But when you've finished, I want you up here." His hand is already aching to mark Ben, even a little.
"Of course." Ben answers as if there was never any doubt he would do as John said. Starting at John's feet and working his way up this time, Ben again does his own mix of caressing and washing. He slows substantially while washing John's thighs and ass, sliding along to enjoy every moment he is allowed to touch even if it is through cloth. Raising up from his knees, he works up John's back, pressing harder now to massage a little as he goes until he reaches and encircles John's neck and then down each arm to finish. Stepping back just a couple of inches, his arms go back down to his sides. "Would you like me to wash your hair as well?"
He hadn't even thought of that, but the idea is instantly appealing. "You have the best ideas," he grins. "And that is a yes, in case there was any doubt. Hair products in the rack," he indicates it. "And if you get shampoo in my eyes, I'll be annoyed," he nods, but the smile on his face shows that he doesn't think that's even a possibility. Of course, he knows that he wouldn't be annoyed, even if Ben did, but it will keep him on his toes. And he's pleased to note that Ben is taking to this like a natural. "You're doing excellently, by the way," he leans in for a quick kiss. "Just thought I should let you know this."
"Thank you." Ben smiles, glad to know he's doing okay although so far everything just feels right and natural. He's not acting or trying to be something he isn't which makes it even better he thinks. He turns from John just long enough to rinse out the cloth and hang it back where he found it and pour shampoo into his hand. Turning back, he moves behind John and starts working the shampoo through his hair. He is very careful not to allow the soap to trail down John's face, not wanting to cause him pain by allowing the soap to reach his eyes.
Without considering it, he massages John's scalp for a few minutes using the slickness of the soap to make it easier. He directs John under the water when he is done to rinse off the soap, slicking the water backwards so it won't get into John's eyes either. Once the soap has all been rinsed, he grabs the bottle of conditioner he noticed beside the shampoo and rubs that through John's hair as well. While waiting for it to soak in and without asking for permission, Ben puts a little of the shower gel into his hand and carefully washes John's face with it before rinsing everything off of the other man.
"You're so good at this, so natural," John says to Ben, moving to hold him, wanting the skin to skin contact. The water washes over them and he just holds on tighter, feeling Ben close to him. He knows. He's falling in love. He's not there yet, and nowhere near ready to say the words, but he's definitely started, and he knows this like he knows his own name. It's not at all scary or overwhelming, maybe because he knows it's right. And that he's not about to say anything yet.
He can feel Ben, hard against his thigh, and he considers getting Ben off here, but there's something he wants more. Much more.
"How would you feel about taking this into the bedroom?" he asks. "I think I'd like to see how you feel inside me. And I know you're new to this, but trust me, I can be dominant even with your cock inside me. Like to try it?" He gives Ben's cock a gentle squeeze.
Ben groans at the pressure being exerted around his cock. The feeling of his skin pressed against John's already made his erection even harder then he thought it could be and John's hand wasn't helping his problem at all. He nods in agreement, silently musing he would probably agree to almost anything John suggested at this point especially if it included attention being paid to his cock.
"I haven't been the one penetrating the other person very often." he warns softly. "If it's what you want though, I'm more then willing to try."
"It's okay, I'll be right there telling you what I want," John says, turning the water off. He gets out and hands Ben a fluffy towel, starting to dry himself with another.
"And yes, I do want this. I like to be fucked as much as I like to fuck, it just depends on my mood and feeling at the time, and right now that mood and feeling wants to feel you, very, very much," John says as he finishes drying. He would have had Ben do it, but knowing the new thoughts running through his head, he leaves it for another time.
He takes Ben's hand and leads him into the bedroom.
Ben is slightly disappointed he didn't get the opportunity to dry John off. He certainly enjoyed the time he had bathing the other man and not just because it gave him the chance to caress his entire body. As much as touching John was enjoyable, knowing he was doing something that pleased him was just as wonderful. Hopefully what John had planned would do just that. Ben was a little nervous, but even more he was so hard he'd do just about anything.
"Relax," John says, moving in for a kiss. "I just need to take a pill and I'm all yours." He moves to the bedstand, takes one out and swallows it with a drink from the lukewarm bottle of water he keeps for this. Moving back to Ben, John wraps himself around him. "Do you know how much I like just feeling you this way?" he asks, softly. "Beyond the sex, just touching and feeling you?" He turns and asks Ben. "Want to make it ready?" While Ben is turning the covers down, John lights the candles on the windowsill and the larger ones on the bedstands on either side.
Once the bed is turned down and the bedroom lit only with candles, he turns to study John again. The candles and the shadows they produce cast an almost surreal glow about the room. It's extremely calming to Ben and he takes a deep breath to release the nervousness, which had been creeping higher and higher. He has the sudden urge to sink to his knees on the floor in front of John but isn't sure if that's appropriate for whatever is planned. Instead, he stands with his hands to his sides waiting for the other man to tell him what he wants. All the while, he is enjoying the amazing view John's bare skin creates.
"It's okay," John says again, realising that Ben is nervous. "There's nothing to be afraid of. This about it being good for us both. Would you prefer to do other things, and leave you fucking me until another time? I don't mind. It might not be the right time for you, Ben, and I don't want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. It's something I do want, but it doesn't have to be tonight. The one thing I do know is that we have a lot of time to explore this. It can always wait." He moves to kiss Ben. "Just do what feels right to you," he says, moving back, waiting to see what Ben will do.
"No, I want to do this. I want to please you." he says. "Just tell me what to do, what you want." He is nervous about this, he feels like it is more important then ever to do this right. He doesn't want John to worry about him doing it though, doesn't want the other man to do anything but enjoy this just as Ben plans to. He purposefully forces his breathing to even out and his body to relax before smiling and nodding slightly to let John know he's ready.
"All right. Condoms and lube are in the bedstand," John says as he moves to lie on the bed. "Join me," he says, invitingly. He turns to lie on his side and smiles at Ben. "I won't bite unless you want me to..." He can't keep from laughing, remembering just how much Ben liked being bitten on their first night together. "Maybe that wasn't quite the right thing to say. Come over here and we'll figure it out from there,' he holds out his arms to Ben.
Ben grabs the condoms and lube and puts them on top of the bed stand so they're easily accessible when he needs them. He certainly doesn't want to be searching through a drawer when he's out of his mind with lust. Joining John on the bed, he grins. "Please feel free to bite as much as you want. I will certainly not complain at all." He slides into John's arms, wrapping his own around the other man's waist and thrusting his hips against John's just enough to get some contact on his only slightly reduced erection.
"Oh... yes. Biting you is definitely something I enjoy," and John proves it by sinking his teeth gently into Ben's earlobe as his cock moves against Ben's. "Oh, god..." he whispers into Ben's ear. "Again. I don't know if I'll ever get enough of you, Ben." He could stay like this all night, come this way, but he wants Ben inside him. "Whenever you're ready - and there is no time table on this, so don't feel you have to start right away - start to get me ready," he says, biting Ben's earlobe again.
He shivers at the teeth sinking into his earlobe, enjoying the sensation more then he can express. He's still aware enough to realize if John keeps this up he won't be rational for long. With that in mind, he grabs the lube and slicks up several of his fingers, wanting to get John prepared before he loses the brain power to do so. Trying to keep his ear easily accessible for John's teeth, he reaches down, sliding his fingers between John's legs. He skims the cock he already feels addicted to, brushes by the scrotum with a silent promise to pay the body part special attention at a later time. Taking a brief rest, he pushes lightly on the skin behind John's scrotum knowing if he presses just right it will slightly trigger his prostate. Once he hears the sound of pleasure from John he continues back until he can circle his slick fingers around the puckered entrance.
"Oh, god, Ben!" John reacts to the finger pushing against his prostate from the outside, something he can't ever remember anyone else doing. "You can do that again, all you want, god..." he's starting to lose it, even more than when Ben was sucking him earlier. "Inside, now," he says, knowing that he's not going to last as long as he thought, even with two previous orgasms. Of course, he has no control over how quickly or otherwise Ben actually moves his fingers inside him.
Obeying the command in theory at least, Ben eases one finger inside just enough to say it is inside. He moves it a little bit but he's not far enough inside for John to have anything more then the feeling of something being pushed in. Bending his head, he kisses the length of John's neck, sucking lightly at one spot before nipping at another.
He might die of frustration, John thinks. But he can't think of any other way he'd rather go, with Ben lying against him, touching him. "Oh, fuck!" he cries as he feels Ben's teeth. He likes that. He hasn't been bitten a lot, but he is discovering a definite liking for it. He presses back a little against Ben. "Further," he says, as firmly as he can manage.
Smirking just a bit against John's neck, Ben pushes his finger in just a fraction of an inch further. He's enjoying himself a lot, teasing John. It's also giving him the opportunity to explore further with his mouth, which is always a good thing. Licking, sucking, nipping and kissing his way up and down the column of John's neck and across his collar bone as the finger inside of John again holds still just a little bit further in then it was before.
"Tease," John moans, laughing. That's the thing that feels the most different with Ben, the laughter and the teasing and he wouldn't ever want it to stop. "Just don't stop, okay.." He can handle it going slow but he thinks he would stroke out and die or his heart would stop if Ben stopped. He's really liking what Ben's doing with his mouth, though, and he arches up into it. "Damn..."
He pulls back just enough to be able to speak coherently. "I'm just doing what you're telling me to do." Ben whispers with a small smile. Leaning back down, he circles his tongue around a nipple until it hardens enough he can nip it lightly. He does push a little bit further inside and bends his finger just enough to barely brush against John's prostate. He wants to see just how far he can push until John can't or won't take anymore.
"I know..." John replies, but he's soon lost again, pushing up into Ben's mouth, as well as back on his hand and oh, fuck, when Ben's finger just touches his prostate, it sets off sparks. It all feels good, and yet not enough, and he wants more. Much more. "More fingers," he moans. "More... anything!" He doesn't quite shout, but he's sure his need is coming across.
Ben pulls the finger from inside of John out almost completely before pushing in with two fingers. Instead of going straight for his prostate, Ben scissors and stretches them inside of John. He's guessing eventually John is going to lose the last bit of control and demand more then fingers and Ben wants to make sure the other man is well prepared when it happens. If the preparations seem teasing to John, well that's all the better Ben thinks with a smirk before moving his attention to the other nipple to make sure he is fair.
Writhing on the bed, John keeps thinking he should be asking, telling, something, but he is so close to losing everything, he has trouble doing more than reacting to Ben. He can feel Ben stretching him, it feels so good, so much more careful. "Ben..." he whimpers his name. "Please, Ben..." he isn't even sure what he's asking for, just more, and Ben, and fingers. But he has to get a little more assertive. "More fingers. Stretch me. Then... then your cock!"
With his teeth still nibbling at John's chest, Ben nods which causes a little bit more of a pull on the skin he's been working on. He does pull the two fingers almost completely out before pushing back in with three and slowly stretching them apart. Just to make sure he's got John as close to the edge as possible, he purposefully brushes the other man's prostate occasionally. Ben slowly works his way back up to John's neck with his mouth as he works his body around to lay between the man's legs even as his fingers continue their stretching and teasing. He knows John told him he wanted his cock but he's not quite ready yet, having too much fun at the teasing portion since John had already gotten off twice to Ben's once.
"Ouch!" Ben's teeth are sharp, but feel so good.
He's going to die. Die and wake up in heaven and Ben will be right there, teasing him just as much. That's what this has to be leading to, because the brushes against his prostate are driving him insane with want. "Ben!" he cries out, his neck arching into the kisses. He can feel Ben, lying between his legs and bears down on his fingers as he thrusts up. "Ben..." he pleads, voice lowering. "Need..." But he knows, Ben won't do this unless he demands and even though it's frustrating as hell, he likes this just fine for the moment. For the moment.
Curious how John will react, Ben pulls the three fingers slowly out and then pushes back in even slower. This time his pinkie has joined the other three fingers and stretches the muscles just that little bit more. Setting up a slow and steady rhythm, he continues to push them in and then pull them back until they are just barely inside. Every third push in Ben moves his fingers just enough to brush against John's prostate. With his concentration more on his fingers, Ben's mouth has switched to softer kisses and barely-there scrapes with the edges of his teeth.
It almost hurts. Almost. John hasn't been stretched out like this... ever that he can remember. "Ben, god..." he doesn't really have words to tell him how good it feels, so he tries to open himself more, accept Ben's fingers in as deeply as he wants to send them. "Ben..." whimpers, moans, the occasional curse, but only one word seems to be forming. "Ben..." He tries to open his eyes, look at Ben. "Now. Please." He just hopes Ben understands. He's ready. More than ready for him.
Deciding that's probably as close as John is going to get to ordering him to do anything right then, Ben slowly pulls his fingers out after triggering John's prostate one last time. Reaching over, he grabs a condom and fits it on as quickly as possible. Just touching his own cock is almost enough to set him off and he bites hard into his lip to gain a bit of control while he squirts some lube onto his hand and then quickly covers his cock in that as well, relieved to feel the coldness of the lube calming him down just a bit more.
Sliding his hands under John's hips, Ben lifts his up just enough to line himself up and then slowly slide inside. With the amount of stretching his movements weren't impeded at all although it was still nicely tight.
It's perfect, absolutely perfect, as Ben slides into him. John's eyes open up with the pleasant shock of Ben's cock moving into him, and he looks up at Ben, eyes dark with desire and want. His. "My Ben," he moans softly, clenching around him. He wants to hold Ben inside him, never let him go. He's moving, slowly, against Ben, not able to keep still.
"Feels so good," he moans, softly, reaching a hand to entwine with one of Ben's.
Ben holds tight to the hand John entwines with his own. "Yours." he whispers softly, not sure if John is even aware enough to hear it but needing to say it anyway for himself. Ben's eyes stare into John's as he starts a slow and steady rhythm with his hips in concert with John's own movements.
"Yours too," John replies, having barely heard, but he knows. He follows Ben, moving with him, just feeling how good it is, squeezing his fingers around Ben as he squeezes around his cock. "Perfect," he moans, eyes on Ben. "Couldn't be any better..."
Just hearing John say that he was Ben's is almost enough to send him over the edge. He's trying so hard to make this last though and bites hard into his lip to distract himself from just how close he is. Despite the help the flash of pain and the slight copper taste that follows it are, Ben knows this just isn't going to last long on his side of things. He shifts positions just enough to make it so his every thrust in now hits John's prostate and starts moving a little more forcefully.
"Yes, oh, god, yes," John babbles as he feels Ben start moving faster and harder. He can feel his cock, trapped between them, the stimulation bringing him closer to his third orgasm. He moves to meet Ben's thrusts, wanting this to be as good for him. "So good," John cries out, his other hand on Ben's shoulder, pulling him down for another kiss, surprised when he tastes blood. Still, it's momentary, and he is lost in the kiss, in Ben inside him, in Ben's arms. "Close..." he whimpers, biting Ben's upper lip softly.
With his hands now on either side of John's head to support him, Ben kisses John deeply even as his hips thrust even harder and faster. He wants to make sure John comes before he does, but isn't sure if he'll manage as even now he's feeling the signs of his impending orgasm. "So good." he pants against John's lips. "Come for me. Please."
Refusing isn't even an option, even though John would've liked to have lasted just a little longer, but the please was what did it, and John comes, maybe not quite as hard as his first two, but it's still enough to take away his breath and his mind, aware of only the pleasure and Ben, and lips and Ben's cock inside him. Soft moans and whimpers and it's his turn to ask. "Now you..."
There's no way Ben could refuse even if he wanted to. The need that had been building higher and higher wouldn't be denied and he came hard. The intensity of his release so strong it was an odd combination of pain and pleasure that left him gasping for breath once it was over. He didn't even have the energy to roll off of John and could only hope he wasn't too heavy.
Wrapping his arms tightly around Ben, John kisses him softly, whispering to him, telling him how good it had been, how much he'd liked it, stroking his hair, waiting for the overwhelming pleasure to pass so they could snuggle more. He likes snuggling, as he remembers them discussing before.
It takes a few minutes, but Ben eventually lifts his head and smiles at John. "Thank you." he whispers softly. Lifting his hips, he holds onto the base of the condom as he pulls out of John. He removes the condom and ties it off before tossing it out. He lays back down, snuggling to the side of John now so he won't crush him.
"Thank you, Ben. That was seriously, and I am not just saying this, the best I've ever had." John kisses Ben again, the taste of his lips addictive. He pulls him closer against his side. "Getting late," he murmurs, looking at the clock. "Not that I have to be anywhere tomorrow..."
"It was good because it was with you." he answers with a smile that is followed by a yawn. "Sleep sounds really good though." Ben kisses him softly. "I'll see you in the morning. Sweet dreams."
"Goodnight, Ben," John whispers, and as he lets sleep take him, a prayer of thanks crosses his mind that he didn't lose this. He knows now, he's not letting this go unless he has to.
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