Page 51 of Candy Hearts
“Of course. You still want me?”
“More than anything.”
“I’d like to do something for you,” Benji whispered as he approached William slowly. He took the stuff out of William’s arms and deposited it on the floor. “Sit on the bed.”
William sat.
“No, wait. Stand up. Take your pants off first.” Benji laughed. “Take all your clothes off.”
“You too,” William said. He threw his bottoms and underwear across the room.
Benji wiggled out of his baggy sweats and his T-shirt. He was wearing a pair of short silk boxers, pink with small red hearts. William touched the fabric at the hem before gazing up at Benji with a lost expression in his eyes. They sat down together on the side of the bed, Benji facing William.
“I’m gonna leave these on,” Benji said, gesturing at his boxers.
“Okay.”
“This is just for you.”
William closed his eyes on a breath. “Okay.”
Benji picked up the masturbation sleeve he’d stashed on the bedside table.
“Sasha gave me this today, and I want to use it on you. It’s brand new, and I already washed it.”
William didn’t open his eyes. “What is it?”
“Sasha calls it the Clam Bam, but the official name is the Fleshstroker 2.0. You can pop it open down the long edge, which makes it easier to clean.”
“Like a clam.”
“Yeah.” Benji squirted a bit of lube into the opening of the toy before holding it right at William’s tip. “You good?”
“I’m good.” William opened his eyes but he didn’t look down at the toy as Benji pressed it gently onto his shaft. Instead, he stared at Benji’s face, holding eye contact, his eyelashes fluttering a little as the toy bottomed out.
Benji worked him over slowly, watching every flicker of pleasure cross William’s face in aching detail. William gripped Benji’s thigh, rubbing the silk of Benji’s boxers with his fingertips.
“You’re hot like this,” Benji said. “At my mercy.”
“Oh God. You’re gonna ruin me, honey.”
A shiver travelled up Benji’s spine. “Have you ever used one of these?”
William shook his head.
“Do you like it?” Benji moved his hand faster, the lube inside squelching.
“I like you doing it to me. Feels nice to have you so close.”
For some reason, that sent a tendril of anxiety through Benji. Those two sentences hadn’t been about sex, but intimacy and closeness. Benji didn’t know what to do about it.
“So, Mr. Underarms. I could clamp this thing in my armpit and you could fuck it,” Benji said brightly, as if he’d just had a brilliant idea. Overcompensation for the win.
William turned his head toward Benji, a laugh tipping his perfect, pink lips. “What in the world?”
“Yeah. Let’s do it. It’ll be fun.” Benji pulled the Fleshstroker off William’s dick, which caused him to let out a moan of loss. Benji loved when he moaned.
“No, wait. I don’t want to bagpipe you, Benji.”
