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Ben’s lost track of time. All he’s aware of is the cloud of arousal he floats on.
Fingers and lips have caressed his body for what feels like hours, taking him higher and higher.
His eyelids flicker beneath the blindfold. It’s tied firmly, pressing over his eyes, just the way he likes.
He feels safe, cocooned in darkness with everything shut out. Even the noise in his head is quiet.
It’s just him and Callum. Nothing else exists.
There’s a brush of lips on his sensitised nipple, then a gentle sucking that makes his breath catch.
Fingers pinch the nub, pinch hard and he cries out as a jolt of desire shoots down to his groin.
Quickly a soothing tongue turns the delicious pain to tingling sweetness, making him gasp.
“Cal…” he whispers.
“Yes, baby, I’m here.” Callum’s lips press softly against his, then kiss a path along his jaw. “You OK?”
“Yeah… amazing.”
He writhes against the bonds which secure his wrists to the bed, to make sure they won’t loosen.
He needs the restriction, needs to feel anchored and safe.
Safe with Callum, the only balm for the deep scars in his soul.
A shift of weight, movement, and a pillow is slipped beneath his hips. Hands stroke along his thighs.
“You look so gorgeous, Ben,” murmurs Callum, reverentially. “Laid out all sexy, just for me. Can’t wait to fuck you, to see you come.”
His cock jumps. “Yes, Cal, please… fuck me,” Ben breathes.
Hands take hold of his ankles and gently push his legs up.
More movement, and hands are on his arse now, holding his cheeks apart. He feels the blow of cool air directed between his buttocks, carefully aimed at the heat of his skin.
He thrills at this exquisite exposure, knowing he’s being looked at so intimately. His neglected cock throbs with need.
Fingers gently glide along the crevice, circling the tight muscle, before leaving him bereft.
“Please, Cal,” he whispers. “More...”
“Patience, babe,” Callum replies, huskily. “You trust me, yeah?”
“Always,” says Ben.
Hands hold him spread again, and then a tongue sweeping wide, right up to his balls.
Warm, soft, firm, wet.
Jesus.
It repeats its trail again and again, and then finally lingers on his opening, teasing, invading.
“Oh, fuck…” Ben gasps.
A final wet kiss at his centre, and then a slick finger pushes in. It slides deeper, in and out, turning.
Oh God. Don’t stop.
Then there’s more, two fingers, three, smooth inside him, twisting, stretching.
His cock is rock hard and weeping. He’s going to come... can’t not.
But the fingers withdraw and now there’s nothing.
He grits his teeth, feels his chest heaving, his heart racing, wills it to slow.
Patience.
There’s a nudge between his buttocks now, big and unyielding it starts to push into him.
“Ah, yes, Cal, yes…”
Slowly, slowly, he feels its gradual slide, stretching him as it progresses. The delicious, sweet ache, as it eases its way in, filling him.
Eventually, finally it’s there, root deep. He wraps his legs around Callum’s waist and pulls him even closer, rolling his hips.
“Callum…” he pleads.
“It’s OK, babe.” Callum’s voice, soft and soothing. “I’m gonna take care of you.”
His legs are pushed wide as slowly, the cock withdraws almost completely, before slowly sliding back in.
And again, and again…
It’s beautiful torture. The angle adjusts slightly, so each slide grazes his prostate.
“Fuck, yes,” he pants.
He’s moaning almost constantly now. He can’t speak, can’t articulate. Doesn’t need to.
He’s desperate to come with Callum’s big, beautiful cock inside him. He’s so fucking close to shooting his load… so nearly... if only…
Knowingly, a hand wraps around his cock, and it starts to pump him. And the cock inside him starts to fuck him harder, with long, deep thrusts, moving in rhythm with the hand jerking him off.
Oh Christ.
He pulls hard against his binds, revelling in how they dig into his wrists.
He hears the slap of balls against skin, Callum’s heavy panting, can imagine his skin glistening with sweat.
“That’s it, babe,” Callum says breathlessly. “Let it all go, I’ve got you.”
Yes, yes, don’t stop.
The pounding increases, fucking him harder, the fist around his cock quickens too and the lights behind his eyes flicker.
The wave of pleasure crashes through him like a tsunami. For just a second he’s suspended in a haven of such intense pleasure he thinks he may pass out, as his cock erupts and his world explodes in ecstasy.
~ ~ ~
He starts to come back down to earth when his wrists are untied. He winces, as he tentatively moves them back down to his sides.
He lifts his head so the blindfold can be undone, but he keeps his eyes closed when it’s removed.
Soft lips tenderly kiss his eyelids, and then each of his wrists.
He wiggles his hips as the pillow is slid away, and feels a satisfying wet warmth trickling deep inside.
The bed dips beside him, and a warm, solid body is pressed along his side. Strong arms enclose around him, holding him tight. Still safe.
“OK, babe?” Callum asks, gently.
“If I ever recover, I’ll let you know,” Ben murmurs.
“I’ll take that as a compliment, shall I?” Warm breath teases lightly across Ben’s cheek.
Ben smiles. “Smug bastard.” He turns within the circle of Callum’s arms, nuzzles into his chest, wishing he could burrow right into him. He wants to tell Callum how incredible that was, how amazing he is, and how safe and loved he feels. But it’s an effort to speak. “I love you,” he whispers.
Callum presses his lips to Ben’s forehead. “Love you, too. So much.”
Ben’s wrists still feel the presence from the binds, his arse still feels the echoes of Callum’s thrusts, and the turbulence in his head is still quiet.
Nothing else exists. It’s just him and Callum.
It’s perfect.
The End