Page 25 of The Lost Art of Woodworking and Taking Risks
It was the litany of praise that tipped Chamis over the edge sooner than he expected. But Bennan was right there with him, his cock spurting untouched, come splashing down on Chamis’s chest even as Bennan’s ass clamped down on Chamis’s cock. He came, trying to lift his hips and drive himself as deep as he could possibly get, like maybe traces of him could be there forever, and Bennan would never be able to get rid of them.
Bennan collapsed on top of him, and Chamis wrapped an arm around him.
“You’re amazing,” he rasped out. “That was amazing. Thank you so much.”
Bennan kissed his chest. “That’s what I was going to say. You always make me feel so good.”
Chamis was entirely certain it was the other way around, but he wasn’t going to argue. If they both brought one another a lot of pleasure, that was the most extraordinary gift of all.
Chapter Seven
Everything was going so well that it meant Chamis only felt a little bit shy about waiting a few days and then asking one evening if maybe Bennan would like to fillhimup. (Almost every night, they both slept in either Bennan’s rooms or Chamis’s. It was awesome.) Chamis would kind of like to know what it felt like, after seeing how much his partner enjoyed it.
Bennan kissed him soundly on the lips. “Sweetheart, I would like nothing more.”
He’d suggested different possible positions, and Chamis had finally chosen on his back with pillows to prop him up, which Bennan had said wasn’t the easiest but was totally doable, and it had the advantage of them being able to look at one another. Chamis hadn’t wanted to start with riding him for his first time, because that meant he had to do thework—not that he was opposed to doing work, but what if he did itwrong? His stomach had exploded with butterflies immediately, and he knew that wasn’t a great way to start.
No, for his first experience, he would definitely prefer that Bennan was directing activities, which he seemed very happy to do.
He stretched Chamis slowly and carefully. He’d enjoyed the sensation of Bennan’s fingers inside him before, although this seemed a lot more directed, less about bringing him pleasure and more about prepping him so he could experience more pleasure. Bennan was taking his time—probably way more than was actually necessary, because as he pointed out, he was a lot smaller than Chamis was.
“Not alotsmaller,” Chamis protested immediately. “I love your cock.”
Bennan flashed him a grin. “It loves you too, sweetheart. In a minute, I’m going to show you just how much.”
He did exactly that, slowly entering until Chamis was filled as he had never been filled before. It didn’t feel super pleasurable yet, more just… full, but Chamis very much liked the closeness, the awareness that Bennan was buried inside him.
And then Bennan started moving and showed him just how good it got. He swore that he saw actual stars when Bennan hit that sweet spot, the pleasure indescribable, rippling through his whole body. His partner knew exactly how to tease Chamis, how to fill him over and over and over again until he was panting and squirming and begging, until one more thrust was all it took. Chamis’s entire body lit up, and he cried out and came harder than he’d ever come before. (He was pretty sure he thought that every single time with Bennan, but it felt true every time.)
Bennan slipped out of him, which was a weird feeling, and he momentarily mourned the loss, but then Bennan pulled the pillow out from under his hips, wiped him clean with matter-of-fact tenderness that wasn’ttooembarrassing, and came to lie in Chamis’s open arms.
Chamis cherished all that skin-on-skin contact and cuddle time.
“How was that?” Bennan asked.
“Was my screaming not clear enough?” Chamis asked.
Bennan’s lips tipped up, but he shrugged a little. “Just checking.”
Was that… Had he actually been nervous? Chamis supposed he’d effectively built it up into a big deal, and it had never occurred to him that Bennan might be concerned.
Chamis caught the man’s chin with his fingers and tilted his head so he could kiss him with all the emotions of his blissful afterglow.
“That was absolutely outstanding,” Chamis told him. “You made me feel so good and ensured I’m going to want to, uh, switch it up, I think you said, as often as you want to do so.”
Bennan’s smile widened, becoming more genuine, and he laid his head back down on Chamis’s chest.
“I’m glad,” he said softly.
“Thank you for being patient with me.” Chamis swallowed. “Part of me can’t believe I put it off this long, but the rest of me knows I needed time to build up to it and not be too worried. It wouldn’t have been the same experience at all. This was so good, and I won’t ever forget it.”
Bennan was smiling into his chest, and he gave his shoulder a playful nudge.
“You can bet you’re not going to forget it. We’re going to be doing it too often for you toforget it.”
Chamis laughed and wrapped his arms around Bennan, luxuriating in holding him close.
From that point, they could both ask for anything, and if the other person was in the mood, that was exactly what they did. It was rare that either of them vetoed a suggestion, but sometimes one of them wasn’t in the mood, just like Bennan had said at the beginning. (Once, Bennan had burnt his tongue on the food at dinner, and he said sucking cock wouldn’t be worth it because it wouldn’t taste right. This had made Chamis laugh involuntarily, and then he’d sucked Bennan’s cock in apology.)
