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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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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)

Ben was careful in lifting himself off Bail's cock before collapsing down, more beside than on top of but very very close, and closed his eyes while he waited for his heartrate and pulse to return to normal.

His shoulder, where he'd been bitten, was throbbing and it felt good. All he really wanted was to clean up, stay close, and finish coming down but that wasn't quite where they were for him.

"You okay?' he asked, instead.

Bail would like that too, clean up, stay close, calm down twisted in each other's arms.

His heart seemed to race just as fast as Ben's.

An idle finger found the mark he'd left on Ben's shoulder and he brushed it lightly.

"I'm... wonderful," he said. "Are you okay? I didn't realize I bit you that hard. I'm sorry."

He reaches up and brushes his thumb lightly over Bail's lower lip. "I'm not sorry. I could use a mark I chose - and it isn't bad at all." Pain wise - might scar, but also might not. It was okay.

Bail captured Ben's hand and brought the palm to his lips.

"Can I stay?" he asked quietly before pressing kisses to the palm and wrist.

"Not unless you bring a damp, warm, wash cloth back from the bathroom so I don't have to get up again," Ben said, deadpan.

Then smiled. "Of course you can stay. But also do that thing, please."

Bail smiled. "If that's the only price."

He left one last kiss on Ben's wrist before getting up to clean up. He was thorough, but quick. He didn't want to be away from Ben for long.

And when he returned, he brought with him the required damp, warm wash cloth for Ben.

Ben's clean up was pretty quick and thorough, too, the cloth he stuffed into a water glass to spare the carpet and wooden nighstand, and then immediately reached both arms out for Bail. "Come here."

Thoroughly amused and satisfied, Bail climbed back into bed. And back into Ben's outstreched arms.

They'd slept together before. And this didn't really feel much different. Last time was intimate on a different level. This was just a new facet. And Bail enjoyed it.

"Do you want to get breakfast in the morning?"

"I'm not much of a breakfast person." He curled in, wrapped close, and nuzzled in against Bail's chest. "I'll feed you if you want?"

"Coffee is sufficient," Bail said, bringing a hand back to Ben's hair.

His sigh was deep but utterly content. "I can do coffee. I can even throw some yogurt at you." Not literally but he was heavy and stated and content and....

well there was enough D/s in there, with a touch of pain, for him to be feeling just a little extra tired, and safe in a way that was usually not a factor at all.

"I'll try to catch it."

Bail was feeling sleepy himself, from just stright physical exertion.

"Do you need anything?" he asked before they were both too asleep to address it.

"sleep," he said, voice warm with affection. "Everything's good. Let's just sleep." Without moving because he was holding on and going to keep holding on.

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