Ben wanted it all. Wanted Dante in his mouth. To lick every part of Dante’s body and for him to do the same thing to Ben.
But most of all, he wanted Dante to look in his eyes while he did it all.
“So fucking sexy.” Dante leaned in and kissed Ben’s throat. Ran his tongue around Ben’s Adam’s apple. “You were different. From the first night I saw you, I was a goner. I think I knew even then.”
Ben trembled, fucking trembled under Dante’s touch. Need turned into electricity, making his whole body feel like a live wire.
“I don’t know what I want to do to you first...” Dante’s teeth nipped Ben’s lip. “I want your ass. Not just with my dick, but with my tongue. I want to kiss you, shove you down to your knees where I like you...what to do first?”
It took every bit of willpower Ben had not to drop down, or to keep from grabbing Dante, to kiss him, let Dante fuck him. He just needed something.
“Lift your arms,” Dante said, and Ben did. He pulled Ben’s shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor. “I know what I want.”
Ben almost lost it when Dante slowly, so fucking slowly kneeled. His fingers worked the button on Ben’s pants...then the zipper. He pulled them off and Ben kicked out of them.
“Please...” he groaned out, without looking down. Yes, this was what he wanted. Dante on his knees for Ben.
“Look at me.” Dante’s voice was rough with passion. “The whole time, I want you to look at me.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
Ben’s cock flexed against his stomach. That easily, Dante could set him off. It was more than just that though. It was the fact that for the first time, Dante was giving himself to Ben, one hundred percent.
Ben looked down, wished Dante was naked but was satisfied looking into his eyes. And Dante did, he tilted his head up, watching Ben as he licked Ben’s cock, tip to base, and then back up again. As he swirled his tongue around the head, gently sucking it into his mouth before going lower again.
He cocked his head, still watching Ben, staring him in the eyes as he went lower, and sucked Ben’s balls into his mouth.
Ben fucking loved the feel of those near-black eyes on him.
“Fuck yes.” Ben went to lift his hand but then remembered he shouldn’t.
“Grab on. You can touch me,” Dante said, and as he sucked Ben all the way to the back of his throat, Ben wrapped a hand around Dante’s midnight hair. Held on tight and pulled as he made love to Dante’s mouth.
It was the best blowjob he’d ever had. He wanted to come, to spill down Dante’s throat, on his face, on every part of him to mark him, but Ben held off. He let Dante enjoy him. He enjoyed Dante.
He couldn’t hold off for long, and right before he almost lost it, Dante pulled off. He was to his feet in no time.
“On the bed,” Dante nodded toward it.
“Can I get something first?” Ben asked.
Another nod from Dante so he went to the drawer. He pulled out the lube first. He had no condoms but then, they didn’t need them. Ben had been checked since he moved to California and Dante had too. It was a discussion they had at the beginning. When they had each other again, they would be bare. Nothing between them.
After dropping the lube on the bed, Ben pulled out a tie, much like the one he’d worn the night of his father’s party.
“No,” Dante bit out. “We don’t need that anymore. I want to see you.”
Ben shook his head and smiled. Yes, he wanted that too. “It’s not for my eyes...it’s for my hands. It’s all I have but—”
“Are you sure?” Dante cut him off.
Oh yes. He was definitely sure. “I trust you.” And he did, more than anything.
Dante leaned in and pressed a slow kiss to Ben’s lips before he said, “Get on the bed.”
There were no nerves, only excitement pumping through Ben’s body. He laid down on his tan comforter.
“Hands above your head, hold them together.”
Ben did as he was told. Dante leaned over him, and wrapped the tie around his wrists. Desire shot through him, made his cock swell even more. This was what he wanted. All of it, with Dante. He’d been so scared that his preferences were tied to his past, but they weren’t. This was who Ben was...and he was okay with that. He fucking welcomed it.
Dante pulled tightly, tying Ben’s hands above his head. He pushed out of his jeans and boxer-briefs first. The second Ben caught sight of Dante’s long, thick erection, he shuddered. He wanted Dante inside him and he wanted him there now.