Page 35 of The Lost Art of Woodworking and Taking Risks
Bennan grinned. “Good. Now, I think there’s something you’re supposed to be doing.”
He got back on his hands and knees, and Chamis reclaimed the oil and carefully prepped him. He loved the noises Bennan made as he stretched him with one, two, and then three fingers. Bennan always pushed back against him impatiently, eager for more. Chamis almost always took his time, both because he never wanted to hurt his partner and because he loved these reactions.
“Come on!” Bennan begged. “I need you.”
Chamis needed him too. So much. All the time. And now they were living together, and it was the best thing ever. Well, almost the best.
He slicked up his cock and then pressed slowly into Bennan—with a hand on his hips because he was wise to Bennan’s tricks now, and he didn’t like to be rushed for this part. They might have demonstrated numerous times by now that yes, obviously Chamis fit, but he still liked to take his time. It was also a tactic that had served him well at the beginning when he had been very afraid he’d disgrace himself by coming instantly. But the tight heat gripping his cock was the best feeling, and he loved being buried inside Bennan, the two of them connected so completely.
“Move,” Bennan admonished breathlessly. “Please!”
Chamis obeyed, pulling out so he could push back in, Bennan making a happy sound with each thrust.
“So good. More, please!”
Chamis sped up his thrusts and made sure to angle to hit Bennan’s pleasure spot, producing even more happy noises.
The pleasure spread through Chamis’s whole body, a wave he couldn’t resist, but he was determined that Bennan would come first. He reached one hand around Bennan’s body and wrapped it around his cock.
Bennan wailed. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Chamis pumped him in time with his thrusts, and it didn’t take long before Bennan was clamping down on Chamis’s cock, body stiffening as he came with a moan of pleasure. Chamis stroked him through it, pausing in his thrusts until Bennan’s body went lax and then regripping his hips and thrusting with abandon.
“Mm,” Bennan made a happy sound. “Come in me.”
Thrusts growing rapidly erratic, Chamis did as instructed, burying his cock inside Bennan as his release overwhelmed him, his vision whiting out for a moment.
He barely managed not to collapse on Bennan—who might be tall and strong, but he was still smaller than Chamis with all his absurd height and weight. Willing his limbs to keep working, he carefully pulled out of Bennan, who made a whine of protest. (Chamis agreed: that part was his least favorite.) He padded to the water closet—they had their own water closet!—and wet a cloth withwarmwater to come back and clean up.
Bennan made appreciative noises. Chamis then quickly cleaned himself before crawling into bed, and they curled up together.
“Welcome home,” Bennan murmured.
Chamis felt nothing but a warm glow, the butterflies completely banished for the moment. They’d be back, he knew that, but for now, everything wasperfect.
“There’s nowhere I’d rather be than with you.”
So yes, it turned out the bed worked just fine—very well constructed, didn’t squeak at all—but they put it through its paces several times, as though they really needed to make sure the first time wasn’t a fluke. Someone came by to pick up their laundry and was kind enough to leave food in the sitting room. They had their priorities, after all.
It wasn’t until the next morning, therefore, that they actually got out into the castle and saw anyone else. And it was therefore not until that morning that they heard the news about Perian and Summus that the castle was practically bursting with.
“What?” Chamis said, stunned.
“Explain everything right now!” Bennan demanded.
