Page 9 of Candy Hearts
Benji should have led with the blowjobs. He grinned and slid to his hands and knees. Then he unzipped William’s pants and spread the fly open. Benji loved being on his knees. He loved the simultaneous feelings of power and supplication it elicited.
Yep, this was probably a bad idea. He didn’t even know this guy, but he was so hot. And Benji was so bored.
He needed a keeper.
“Uh, oh fuck,” William said as Benji leaned forward to nuzzle the impressive bulge in front of his face. “Umm. Wait, hnngh—oh.” He loved that he’d reduced William to single syllables. Benji sat back on his heels, and William cupped his cheek. “We should have a safety conversation.”
Benji pushed his face against William’s hand. The heat from William’s body washed over him, which was nice. The room wasn’t exactly warm. If Benji was going to take his clothes off, he’d need to soak up all William’s hotness, his heat, his attention.
“I had a check-up a month ago,” Benji said. “Negatives across the board, but I’ve had sex since—hand stuff and gave someone a blowjob. I always use condoms for anal, and I’m on PrEP.”
“Everything was fine at my last appointment, and I haven’t been with anyone since then. Since way before then, actually.”
“When was that?”
William’s mouth went strained and tight on the edges. “The appointment? Nine months ago.”
Benji gaped. “Nine. Months.”
“Yeah. I’m busy.”
“Oh, I’m gonna take such great care of you.”
William slid his fingers down Benji’s cheek and gripped his chin. “Will you be vocal with me?”
“Kinda hard to be vocal when my mouth’s full of your dick.” Benji wasn’t the most emotive in bed. He tried to do exactly what his partners wanted, tried to be perfect for them. Which meant he was usually too in his head, too inauthentic. Too scripted.
That—changing himself to appease shitty men—was his whole fucking problem in a nutshell. Maybe he had daddy issues. Or mommy issues. Parental issues? He had Issues. CapitalI.
“Just be honest,” William said. “You don’t have to fake-moan or anything. I want to know if you enjoy what we’re doing. If you don’t. Where your head’s at.”
“Yeah, okay.”
William combed his fingers through Benji’s hair. “So gorgeous on your knees for me. I’ve been imagining you right there on that rug, kneeling, since you got here. You like being there?”
Benji melted at the touch. “Uh-huh.”
He finally allowed himself to get a good eyeful of William. He was wearing tighty-whities, which shouldn’t have been hot—Benji was a bit of an underwear enthusiast, so he hadopinions—but they were. The fabric clung to William’s erection and contrasted starkly with his dark treasure trail. Benji followed a path up the inside of William’s leg until his nose nudged William’s balls.
“That’s it. Pull it out.” William’s voice was gentle and his eyes assessing, as if he couldn’t tell if Benji would enjoy taking orders.
Benjiso did.
He slipped the underwear down William’s legs, helped along by William arching off the seat of the chair for him. He had an amazing fucking cock. Fat, long, and uncut with a prominent head peeking from the foreskin. It was shiny at the tip, wet already.
“Take it. Please,” William whispered.
Benji kissed his way up the underside of William’s cock until he reached the loose sheath around the head. A bright salty tang burst on his tongue, mixing with the meaty, musky taste of William’s skin. Benji pulled on the foreskin lightly with his lips.
“Oh, Benji. You like being a little cocktease, huh?”
The words sent a shudder through Benji.
William’s pulse was a visible drumbeat in his throat, his lips parted, his eyes hooded and fixed on Benji.
“I like you staring at me as if you want to see through my clothes,” Benji said.
“I do. Take your shirt off. Wanna see your chest.”
