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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 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.

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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.