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Who: Bail and Ben
What: An official date
When: Saturday evening
Where: A delicious pizza parlor
Rating/Warnings: NSFW cuz they ~~might~~ discuss the sex, and ~~might~~ do the sex

The reason Bail chose this restaurant was two-fold. One, because the pizza here was phenomenal – very much your classic New York Style pizza with the classic toppings options. Not that Bail was opposed to experimentation with his pizza, tonight just needed to be simple. It was elegant without being black tie.

He also picked this place because the booths had high backs and the lights were dim and it was the prefect amount of privacy for two people on their first “official” date.

They’d seen each other throughout the week a few times for lunch. And Bail couldn’t remember the last time he texted this much to one person.

He also didn’t remember the last time he was this excited for a date.

He arrived first and ordered water immediately when he sat down.

Then he waited, nervously (for god knew what reason? They’d already spent the night together, just sleeping, but still).

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Bail raised his eyebrows, feigning innocence, "Oh, you're corrupting me?"

"Aren't I?" he asked, grinning just a little but totally teasing. "Would you protest less if I called it educating?"

Bail raised his eyebrows. "Who said I'm protesting," he said before taking the condom and opening it.

He then, while kneeling next to Ben, handed him the opened condom.

"Put it on me."

"We're sticking with corruption, then?"

Okay, yeah, he's being a brat but only verbally. Non-verbally he simply takes the condom and rolls it down over Bail, but does so with a slow, firm, hand that turns even that into a long, sensual, tight, stroke.

Bail could just lose himself in this touch. He closed his eyes and angled his hips forward. And after a moment of indulgence, he groaned, practically a growl.

"Lay back," he said when he came back to himself.

He grabbed the lube and positioned himself on his side by Ben's hips. He then coated two of his fingers.

"Spread your legs for him," he said just before leaning in to take Ben's cock in his mouth with an anticipatory groan. This is what he'd thought about doing to Ben all night.

He was not shy.

He laid back when told, and spread his legs when told and went one better by bending one of his knees up to the point that his heel nearly touched his ass.

Then reached down, slid his fingers through Bail's hair and -

gasped loudly at the mouth around him, fingers tightened a little but he absolutely did not arch up into it. Because rules.

Rules he made up for himself, but rules.

Bail wouldn't have minded if Ben moved while he had him in his mouth. This was a moment where Bail was focused on getting Ben to relax, after all.

He drew back once, twice, and the third time he took Ben's cock all the way into his mouth, his middle finger pushed into Ben. Bail made sure to go slow but he also made sure to he found Ben's prostate.

It isn't a completely foreign sensation to him, but he does appreciate some care being taken--

until Bail finds his prostate and then the only thing he cares about is that.

He does move then, arching up toward Bail's mouth and then pressing firmly back onto his finger.

Very quiet, but not eerily so and only because he is very into it all.

Bail liked watching Ben from this position.

When Bail slipped a second finger inside Ben, he toned down what he was doing to Ben's cock- the goal was to do something Ben enjoyed, but not get him off.

Not yet.

So Bail stopped taking him all in and focused mostly on the head of Ben's cock.

After a while, he paused to say, "Let me know when you ready to move on."

When Bail toned it down, Ben just relaxed more, and that worked out well for the whole fingers inside him thing. He still groaned, but it was a quieter and softer sound.

There was still no delay in him saying "I'm ready to move on."

He knew what he wanted and it wasn't like he was unfamiliar with the activity.

Bail gave Ben's cock one last twirl of his tongue before pulling back and slowly withdrawing his fingers. He then added a generous amount of lube to his cock. And, because Ben had previously expressed just how much he despised being sticky, Bail grabbed a tissue off the nightstand and wiped his fingers then tossed the tissue in the trash.

"Come here," he said, reaching for Ben's hand. "I want you on top."

Those little moments of consideration really, really, did it for Ben and were why he was falling far more for Bail than he necessarily wanted to be.

Not that he wasn't enjoying the process.

He smiled a little, too the hand and went there. Then sort of gently pushed Bail back so he could all but prowl along Bail's body to get situated with his knees on either side of Bail's hips.

Just watching Ben's eagerness to push things along to a mutual conclusion was enough to make Bail's cock ache.

Oh, Bail already knew he was faling hard for Ben. Which was uncharacteristic of him, and on some level was a bit scary. But on a more immediate level, exhilerating. To be wanted, desired, to want and to desire, and those two drives meeting head on and in sync with one another was thrilling and so enjoyable.

Ben had pushed him back, and Bail had gone with it while Ben crawled up his body, but when Ben started getting situated, Bail propped himself on one hand so he could claim Ben's mouth with his and slip a hand between them to help guide his cock inside Ben when the other man was ready.

Ben knew what he was doing with his body and sex, and it didn't take much. He got his hands braced on Bail's shoulder and pressed back with the push into him, eyelashes fluttering slightly until he settled.

Then he leaned forward to kiss Bail, slow and deep. No moving, not yet, just a really intense, focused, kiss.

Ben's initiative was met with a groan of appreciation from Bail. And gratitude for Ben taking that pause, because Bail needed it.

He took all that time to use to his advantage. He enjoyed that kiss and sought to prolong it. He braced one hand on the bed behind him, he dragged the fingers of his other hand down Ben's spine, counting vertebre as his hand decended.

He broke off the kiss by biting Ben's lower lip. Not hard enough to break skin, but it should be a sharp, fleeting pain. He was smiling when Ben looked.

He pulled back and looked, caught the smile and returned it - bright and warm and maybe a little stunned. He left his hands braced on Bail's chest, but also just--

lifted his eyebrows and stayed still.

Because he was a brat.

Bail looked back, quizzical at first, but it then dawned on him Ben might not be moving for the reason that he was, in fact, Ben. The nice way of thinking him a brat.

Bail closed his eyes while he relished just how intoxicating Ben was.

Then he pushed himself closer so he could kiss Ben's neck, all the way up to his ear. Where he asked, "Are you waiting for me to tell you to move?" And then he bit Ben just below his ear. For fun.

He groaned and tilted his head to give Bail better access to his throat and ear, even leaned down to make it easier.

In doing so he tightened smoothly around Bail but continued to not move.

"I am waiting for you to indicate that you would like me to, yes."

Before Bail could stay any direct words to encourage Ben, Ben tightened around him and for a second Bail just saw white. The sound he made was a soft plea- for what he wasn't sure, maybe a moment to catch his breath? But that certainly was a preview of what was about to happen.

It was exactly what he wanted.

After gathering his wits back about him, breath still a bit rushed (but that would be a feature until this was over), he grinned again and pushed himself back up so his mouth barely brushed Ben's neck.

"Move, Ben," he said, but added a twist, "I won't bite you again until you do."

"I don't think most people would find that a reason to move." He was breathless, teasing himself and Bail in equal measure and the awareness of the heat inside him - he could feel Bail's pulse - was absolutely overwhelmingly a turn on.

For him it was also absolutely encouraging and it took very little - nothing really- beyond those words for him to lean a bit forward to adjust his ankle, take his weight in his thighs and move. Lifting himself up and almost completely off, before settling back. Deep, slow, but the start of a purposeful, steady, rhythm.

He actually whimpered in a way that had nothing to do with pain - but rather because it was just so damned good.

Bail had every intention of following through on his promise the moment Ben started moving, but when Ben did, it was all Bail could do to stay present in the moment.

He matched that whimper with a soft, head dropping back, eye-closed, "Fuck," of his own.

He almost fell back against the bed, but he locked his arms and clung to the determination to stay with Ben.

It took a few moments of just enjoying the roll of Ben's hips before Bail had his breath again and could open his eyes again. After finding himself in that rhythm, a place where pleasure could build slowly but steadily, Bail pushed himself up so he could make good on his promise. He wrapped an arm around Ben's waist. His teeth found Ben's shoulder and sank in.

The view he had of Bail from this position was wonderful, and the sheer beauty of what he was seeing - arousal across his face, in the lines of his body and tension - did nothing to quell Ben's own desire.

He made a low noise of approval when the arm wrapped around him, but that turned into a strangled, sharp, cry when Bail's teeth sank into his shoulder. His entire body tightened, and he was left shuddering, gasping, panting, and so hard he hurt.

Because that bite hurt. It did. It was sharp and painful - but in a way that lit up his nerves, fed straight to his cock and pleasure and then faded a bit into a throb and heat that flooded through him.

Bail found a way to rock his hips in sync with Ben's movement, adding depth every time Ben crashed into him. But doing so increased the rate at which he approached the edge of his climax.

He knew he wasn't going to last much longer, everything they had done and were now doing had set him on that path and all he had to do was enjoy the ride. But he wanted Ben right there with him.

The arm around Ben's waist slipped forward between them and his hand came to rest lightly on Ben's cock, his thumb brushing over and down the tip.

"Come on me," he said, voice breathless, but the same commanding tone he'd been using the whole time.

And he closed his hand solidly around Ben's cock, giving it a good, tight stroke.

Truthfully, the verbal was enough. The hand was nice, pulled him over the edge easier, but the verbal command alone would have done it.

By the time Bail wrapped his hand around Ben, his eyes were already glazing, body tensing more, back arching as he curled downward. So that single stroke was more than enough to have him spilling, hot, over Bail's hand.

Bail figurtively let go the moment he felt Ben's climax spill over his hand.

The blazing pleasure of his own climax unraveled him- he fell back against the bed this time, no strength left to catch himself. What little attention he could focus was on Ben's cock. He didn't remove his hand from Ben's cock, didn't stop stroking until he was sure Ben was finished. His own cock throbed inside of Ben as his climax came in waves.

Bail enjoyed every minute of it.

With his free (not sticky) hand, Bail reached up and carded his fingers through Ben's hair. And with heavily lidded eyes he watched Ben, a deeply satisfied smile on his face.

He didn't want to say anything just yet. He just wanted to enjoy the intimacy of this moment as they both wound down from physical exertion.

Edited 2020-08-03 18:52 (UTC)