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Gareth raised his eyebrows. “Ready?” he repeated.
“Are you… Yes!” he shouted as Gareth slid inside him in one long, slow, continuous thrust.
He paused when he was balls deep, inhaling through his nose to keep his control. He refused to climax the second he was inside Ben, but it was a close call. Gripping Ben’s hips, he held still, waiting for what he knew would come.
“Move! Fucking move!” Ben jolted his hips, and Gareth grinned, tightening his hold. “Move, godammit!”
Gareth didn’t, but he wrapped his hand around Ben’s cock, spreading the precome around for lubrication. Ben sighed and closed his eyes, and Gareth withheld his chuckle, knowing Ben wouldn’t like where this was going. He began a gentle, circular grind against him, not withdrawing but pushing himself deeper and massaging him from the inside. He knew he would press against Ben’s prostate, but not enough to make him come. Letting go of his cock, Gareth lay over Ben’s body, sliding his arms beneath him and trapping his dick between their bodies. He latched onto Ben’s nipple and sucked, nipped and flicked his tongue over it while continuing his circular movement with his hips.
He knew from experience that this would create a build-up towards a climax, but it would be frustratingly slow. Ben’s legs came around his back, changing the position slightly, but it allowed Gareth to go deeper, opening Ben further for him.
“Yes. Please let me come, Daddy! Please.” Ben still had his hands around the headboard, and as a reward, Gareth withdrew a little and thrust forward. “Yes! Oh, god, yes!” Gareth returned to the slow roll. “Noo!”
Gareth moved to the opposite nipple, repeating his actions, and thrust his hips again. Ben cried out. The length of Gareth’s spine sparked with electricity as his orgasm raced towards him, and he let go of Ben and knelt upright, sliding his arms beneath Ben’s knees and opening him further. He braced his hands on the bed, bending Ben in half, and pushed himself into a push-up position. His hips snapped forward, spearing his cock inside Ben repeatedly. He wouldn’t be able to hold the position long, but enough to get them close to the finish line, which he did.
The moment he felt a ball of fire begin in his groin, he stopped and dropped back to his knees.
“No, no! Please, god! Just let me come!” Ben begged.
Gareth chuckled. “Not yet.”
Ben sobbed. “I could’ve come ten times already. This isn’t fair.”
“Trust me. You’ll like the ending.”
Gareth gripped Ben’s hips and thrust in a steady rhythm. Ben was riding the edge, so Gareth had to be careful. One jolt too many, and Ben would orgasm, and he couldn’t have that just yet. Ben rolled his lips inwards, keeping his mouth and his eyes closed, and Gareth knew he was trying to hide his responses. It wouldn’t work, though, because Ben’s body told all the tales he needed.
When Ben was on the brink again, Gareth paused and received many curses and insults. He smacked Ben’s hand away when he tried to stroke his cock and slammed deep inside him. They’d both had enough by this point. Picking up his speed, he hammered his channel, the sounds of their bodies pounding together loud in the otherwise quiet room.
“Fuck, yes! Please, Daddy! Please let me come! Please!”
The begging continued, but Gareth wasn’t going to stop this time. He settled himself further upright and held Ben’s thighs, battering his hole and hitting his prostate with every thrust. His spine and groin tingled warmer and warmer until Ben’s climax triggered his own. Gareth watched as Ben’s release covered his chest and abs, and his mind was lost in the euphoria of orgasm.
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Chapter 22
Ben
Ben’s brain misfired as everything centred on his groin. The climax speared through him, leaving him a brainless mush of trembling limbs. Sweat stung his eyes, and he tasted salt when he licked his dry lips.
“That…was…” he panted but couldn’t finish.
Gareth withdrew from his ass, and Ben groaned at the drag along his sensitive channel. He felt empty when Gareth left like he needed him to stay inside him, but he couldn’t stand the denial. He’d lost count of how many times Gareth had brought him to the edge and left him hanging. It wasn’t nice at all.
But that release had certainly blown all others out of the water. Maybe there was something to be said about edging.
A warm cloth swept over his rapidly cooling skin, and he hummed a thank you, though he wasn’t sure if it was audible. Hands rested against his own hands and gently pried his fingers from the grip they had on the headboard. He winced as he straightened them—he hadn’t realised how hard he’d been holding on.
Blinking open his eyes, he watched and felt Gareth press a kiss to each finger and rub them to get the feeling back into them. Gareth smiled at him.
“How are you feeling?”
Ben gave a small smile. “Like a limp noodle.”
“My mission was a success.”
Ben chuckled. “Your mission was an evil one,” he rasped.
