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Miles couldn't blame Ben for the little whines he let out. It didn't even seem like he was doing them on purpose. Just like the way Ben was grinding his hips against the bed, dampening the sheets with a mix of his pre-cum and the saliva that dripped down from Miles' drooling mouth.
Miles didn't know how long he'd been at it. It felt like an eternity. It felt like no time had passed at all. All Miles knew was the unmistakable taste of his husband on his tongue as it pistoned in and out of Ben's loosened hole.
As much as Ben had halfheartedly protested, he'd obviously prepared for this ahead of time. There was just a hint of the gentle body wash they both used specifically for such an occasion along with the addictive musk that was all Ben. The thought that Ben had done all this just for the off chance that Miles might catch him sent a shiver down Miles' spine. He let out a moan against his love's skin, pulling Ben's cheeks even farther apart to place a kiss as best he could against Ben's entrance. He couldn't resist letting the flat of his tongue circle the wet, puckered hole one more time as well before pulling back.
Sitting up, Miles let himself admire the delectable sight before him - a valley of milky white skin now mottled with pinks and purples and reds from Miles' teeth and mouth and hand. Idly, he stroked a fresh hickey, one that was so new that it still shone in the light from where Miles had lathed at the mark with his tongue.
When Ben whined again, a smile tugged at the edges of Miles' lips. His voice was husky, deepened by sheer arousal when he asked, "More?"
Ben's answering "please" was half-whimpered, half-moaned.
It didn't take long to work him open. Just a bit of lube and Miles was able to slip a finger inside, groaning at the way Ben's hot, slick walls clenched around him as if desperate to keep him there.
A second finger went in almost as easily as the first. The tightness in his own pants was nearly unbearable, but Miles was too focused to acknowledge it beyond adjusting himself to relieve some of the pressure.
By the third finger, Ben was begging, pleading for more.
"'M ready, 'm ready," Ben practically chanted, canting his hips, trying to get Miles' fingers to touch the spot he appeared to be purposefully avoiding. "Stretched enough, please!"
Miles chuckled, placing a kiss on the curve of Ben's spine as he slipped his fingers out, shushing his lover's cry of complaint at their absence.
He didn't even bother to pull his pants down, just unzipping and giving himself two efficient strokes with a lubricated hand. He could feel the way Ben tensed as he felt the head of Miles' cock press against his entrance. One whispered "relax" was enough to make Ben purposefully loosen his body enough for Miles to ease his cock past the tight ring of muscle. Soon enough, he was seated fully inside Ben, dutifully waiting until given the go ahead to move.
It didn't take long until Miles had his husband exactly how he wanted him - writhing underneath him, each little 'plap plap plap' sound of their bodies meeting answered by a matching 'ahh ahh ahh' made even hotter with the knowledge Ben was so fucked out he didn't know he was making any noise at all. Grabbing the other man's shoulders, Miles used that as leverage to speed up, pounding into Ben with all the passion he'd felt for him ever since he realized what item of clothing his husband was wearing behind that locked bathroom door.
"This what you wanted?" Miles panted in Ben's ear. "You put on that slutty little jockstrap just to get me going, darlin'?"
Ben didn't even seem able to speak anymore, just nodding his head dumbly, crying out when Miles angled his hips to hit that spot inside of him that made him see stars.
Ben wasn't the only one who was far gone. Words spilled from Miles' mouth like his brain was on autopilot, the firm hold he usually had on his accent slipping as a little bit of twang broke through. Miles barely heard what he said as he hissed, "Want me to fill you up? Breed that tight little hole until you can't move without some 'a me spillin' outta you?"
"Yes!" Ben sobbed out as he drooled onto his pillow, hands white knuckling the sheets as Miles pounded into him. "Please, Miles! Need you to cum!"
"You first," he growled, biting the side of Ben's neck.
The mixture of Miles' words and the feeling of his teeth on his skin was enough to send Ben over the edge with a keening cry, cumming all over the jockstrap Miles had purposefully left on him.
Miles wasn't far behind, only lasting a few more pumps of his hips before he came hard enough that it nearly punched the breath out of him, leaving him gasping his lover's name. He rutted into Ben, his hips twitching with each thick rope of cum that painted his lover's insides.
Miles collapsed on top of the bigger man, and they laid there for some time, both panting and exhausted. When Miles shifted, going to pull out of his husband, Ben let out a whine of complaint, using his longer arms to reach back and grasp at Miles' ass to keep him inside. Miles obliged but shifted them both onto their sides so he was no longer crushing Ben under him.
They stayed like that for a while, slowly catching their breath.
Miles spoke first.
"I'm sorry I made you late for tennis."
The silence that filled the air was somehow much more deafening than the slap of their bodies together or even Ben's cries of pleasure. Miles opened his mouth to speak, to say something, anything to break the interminable stillness, but Ben's laughter beat him to it.
By the time Ben could speak, he'd turned around in Miles' arms, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes.
"Sweetheart," Ben said, fighting down another unbidden giggle, clearing his throat to finish his sentence. "You just fucked my brains out, and you're apologizing?"
"Well, when you put it that way, it does seem kind of silly," Miles sheepishly admitted, letting out an awkward chuckle himself.
As if sensing the lingering discomfort, Ben cupped Miles' cheek and drew him in for a kiss. It wasn't frantic or rushed. Just a slow, lazy touch of lips.
It always amazed Miles how much affection Ben could put into even the simplest kiss. It was as if he used his whole body, like he was a string on a guitar that, once plucked, vibrated with sound.
Even when Ben pulled back, smiling up at his husband, Miles felt the connection. He felt it even more when Ben muttered "fuck it" and surged forward, capturing Miles' lips again. This kiss was still slow but much less restrained, Ben's tongue immediately searching for and finding Miles'.
Even during their first one at the drive in, it had occurred to Miles that Ben Mears kissed like he was trying to taste him, and that remained true even years later.
By the time Miles pulled back, wiping the drool off his chin with the back of his hand, Ben laid on his back, legs wrapped around his husband to hold him there. He tugged at Miles' shirt from the back, trying in vain to yank it out of where it was tucked into Miles' khakis and pull it over his head.
"Not fair," Ben mumbled, licking his lips as if still trying to taste Miles' kiss there. "I'm naked as the day I was born, and you haven't even taken off your socks."
"Not true," Miles quipped back, smiling down beatifically at his husband. "I took my socks off before I broke into the bathroom. And you still have this." His fingers slipped underneath the elastic waistband of Ben's jockstrap, pulling it back and letting it snap lightly against his lover's skin.
"Ow!" Ben pouted, all but sticking out his lower lip in protest. Miles rolled his eyes but indulged him, giving Ben a quick peck on the lips that he, naturally, tried to chase.
Miles sat up and deftly undid his belt, flinging it off the bed in two swift moves. Ben had already sneakily unbuttoned part of his shirt, so he easily pulled it off and tossed that to the side as well. Miles starting wiggling out of his pants as best he could with his husband's legs still wrapped around his waist.
When Ben started trying to pull off his jockstrap, Miles stopped him with a hand on his wrist.
"Woah, wait. What are you doing?"
"Getting out of my underwear. It's soiled," Ben pointed out before muttering to finish his sentence, "And it's getting cold."
"Don't take it off."
Miles said it a little too quickly. From the way Ben froze and the sly smile that curled his lips, Miles knew he'd never hear the end of it.
"Fuck, baby. You like it that much?" It could have been the light in the room, but Ben's eyes seemed to darken at Miles' little, almost embarrassed nod.
"You gonna warm it up for me?" he teased, shifting his hips to brush against Miles' still exposed cock which twitched with interest.
"You gonna warm me up?" Ben practically purred, grinning like the cat who got the cream when Miles' nod was much more enthusiastic.
Miles' eager eyes raked over his husband's body as though he hadn't had him in days instead of minutes. Didn't matter how many years they'd been together; Ben was as gorgeous as the day they'd met. Probably even more so. The dusting of brown hair across his sun-kissed torso, leading from his dusky pink nipples down his soft stomach to the thick thatch of hair that trailed under the bright white cup of the jockstrap. Even his tan line around his waist from mowing the neighbors' yards shirtless and countless days spent in their little pool in nothing but tiny swim trunks made Miles' mouth water with the urge to trace it with his tongue. There was no bulge there, not yet. They weren't in their 20s anymore, so their refractory periods were a bit longer. But Miles knew it soon would be. And as Ben loosened his grip on Miles' waist, spreading his legs, Miles stared in awe as his spend streamed down Ben's ass and thighs onto the bed. It felt like he was at a pagan altar, worshiping some ancient forgotten fertility god who was beckoning him into its clutches.
As if Ben was reading his mind, he spoke again.
"Gonna 'breed my slutty little hole', huh?" he purred, throwing Miles' impassioned words back at him while looking up at his lover with bedroom eyes. "Looks like I need filling up again."
'Yeah,' Miles thought to himself as his blood rushed south. 'He's definitely not making it to tennis today.'