My balls ache at the rasp in his voice. At seeing Benny forget to be cocky or snarky. Maybe later, I’ll have hesitations, but for now, I reach into his shorts and pull out his heated length. The hunger for him burns hotter as I stroke him, wanting more, wanting to see him come.

Benny slams his mouth down over mine again, pouring all the lust into the sloppy kiss. The air is crackling around us, desire pooling in my balls, and the heat from the oven is only making us sweatier. His body is slick against mine, and every inhale is full of his scent, making me delirious with pleasure.

I let go of him for a second to pull myself out too, and I give my dick a desperate tug.

“I knew you’d have a pretty cock.”

I shift him forward until our dicks are pressed together, smooth tips side by side, and then I wrap my hand around us both.

Benny’s head drops back, and I steady my free hand between his shoulder blades as I lean forward and kiss his Adam’s apple. Nip it. Then suck it into my mouth. I kiss my way along his neck, loving the taste and the high of him consuming me.

“Jerk us off,” he begs, thrusting into my fist.

I drag my mouth away from him to look down, and as I do, he lands a spit on our cockheads.

I gather it up, and the slickness helps my hand glide easier, makes him fuck my fist faster. His balls tap against mine with every movement as I creep closer to the edge.

It feels so good. So desperate. I’m so damn horny I need to get off. Now. But I don’t want this to end.

I’m glad I waited for this to happen when it was supposed to. Here, in this moment, there’s no overthinking. I’m ready to feel him with zero hesitation.

“I’m close,” he warns, breathing labored. His hands are gripping my shoulders hard, hips moving overtime as I stroke us. The weight of us both in my hand really does something to me.

“Do it,” I tell him. “I want to see.”

It’s only a few seconds until Benny’s fingers dig into my shoulders as he lets loose. The ropes of creamy cum that shoot from him are so fucking hot I can’t take it anymore. My balls tighten, zaps hitting the base of my spine before I let go too.

My head drops back against the cupboard door behind me as I breathe my way through to completion.

There’s nothing but the low hum of the oven, the gently bubbling water, and our ragged breaths left to fill the kitchen, and as my senses come back online, everything sounds too loud.

Benny snaps his shorts back up over his dick, and he shoots a quick look at me from under his hair.

Even though I’m still coming down from my high, I know what that look is. And given what he said about afterward, I can only guess he’s been with too many guys who’ve ended up regretting it.

I lean forward and press a soft kiss to his lips. “That was … everything.”

His lips tug with a smile. “Everything is overselling it.”

“No. Really.” I shake my head, dazed. “I’m still recovering.”

“From a hand job? Easy man to please.”

It’s not entirely from the hand job, though I can’t tell him that. All my curiosity is answered, and because it was with Benny just makes it so much better. Can you be attracted to someone’s personality before you’re attracted to their body? Marshall would argue yes since he’s demi, but I know I’m not ace. I’m sexually active. I hook up. I have no issues there. But unlike those hookups where I’ve been attracted to their bodies and then walked away, this was the opposite. I wasn’t attracted to Benny at all at first, and then the more I got to know him, the more curious I became.

Fuck it, there’ll be time to sort those thoughts out later.

“Shower?” I ask because we both desperately need it by now.

Benny trails his eyes over the cum on our torsos. “I dunno. I think I like you like that.”

My hand whacks his ass, and he climbs off me.

Then, he helps pull me to my feet, which is a good thing since my legs don’t want to work properly.

“Are we okay?” he asks.

“More than. We just had incredible sex, now we’re going to shower, and then we’re going to sit down to a bland-as-fuck dinner since someone got too horny.”