and his purple gaze transfixed Ben with what looked like hope. “You could? Having me around, you mean, or the sex?”
“Both.” Ben pulled Dae’s enticing mouth back to his and pressed a fleeting kiss on his lips. “I love having you here.”
Dae’s soft smile grew wider. “I like being here,” he affirmed as he caressed Ben’s dick. Ben took in a sharp breath and melted against Dae’s lithe body. “I feel I’m at home here, isn’t that strange? I have worlds to choose from, yet not one pleases me as much as this one. It’s all because you’re in it.”
Ben gave a fierce growl. “We need to move this to the staff room right now. There’s a bed in there.” And no one will come in there to catch us in the act. He released Dae and stepped back, only for his nose to twitch as something malodorous caught his attention.
“Mm, I think the milk is burning,” Dae murmured with a grin. He sauntered over to the saucepan and clicked the hob dial off. He wrinkled his nose in distaste. “That’s gonna be a bitch to clean. Looks like our hot chocolate is on hold for a while.”
“Fuck the hot chocolate.” Ben pulled Dae out of the kitchen and down the narrow hall. “I have other things I’d rather be doing right now.”
“Me, you mean?” Dae purred sultrily. “About time. I have something else in mind for now,” he whispered as they entered the staff room. “Something we haven’t tried before. I think you’ll enjoy it.”
Ben’s imagination went off the charts. Sex with Dae was always inventive and fun, and as sexy as hell. Ben’s past partners had often jibed at him not wanting the whole anal sex thing. With Dae, that didn’t seem to matter.
In between frantic kissing, rubbing, and moans of pleasure, they managed to undress each other and fall onto the narrow guest bed naked.
Dae immediately took over, kissing Ben’s erogenous zones—his hip, the skin behind his ear, his collarbone. Ben lay sprawled beneath an insatiable man, one who took great delight in inciting every cell in Ben’s body to flame.
The warmth of Dae’s body, the soft entreaties he whispered in Ben’s ear, and the rhythmic movements of his hips against Ben’s most tender parts left Ben soaring to a place he never wanted to leave.
“Turn around,” Dae murmured and Ben gasped as he did so, and Dae spooned him from behind.
“Relax, I’m not going inside you. I want you to feel me, here,” Dae pressed at Ben’s taint. “Is that all right?”
Ben nodded, unable to speak. He pushed back against Dae as Dae’s cock slid between his cheeks, slick and heated, iron against flesh. Dae thrust unevenly for a while until they found their symphony, and between them, the delicious pressure of movements fitted together like instruments in an orchestra drove them both to a crescendo. Dae’s hand stroked Ben’s cock with increasingly erratic movements, and Ben’s breath stuttered in pauses to the melody they played.
“Oh,” Ben groaned as his balls constricted and his body flushed with heat. “I can’t hold on anymore… God, Dae.” His release spilled over them both, over Dae’s hand and onto the sheets. He gasped at the overwhelming sensation his orgasm caused as Dae panted behind him.
“You look so debauched when you come. So beautiful.” His thrusts were accompanied by a moan and a flash of wet heat exploding between Ben’s cheeks, coating his backside in Dae’s come. “Sweet mother of pearl, that was something else.”
Ben missed Dae’s warmth when his partner collapsed back onto the bed, chest heaving. He turned onto his back to face Dae, whose face was flushed and gleamed with perspiration.
“You’re something else,” Ben said drowsily. “I thought my dick was going to take off.” He trailed fingers in the stickiness on Dae’s lower stomach then teasingly licked them clean. Dae’s pupils dilated as he watched. Ben loved the sense of power this little action gave him.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Dae shifted onto his side to stare into Ben’s eyes. “I’m making it my mission to find creative ways to make you scream my name as you do.”
“I don’t scream your name,” Ben pointed out in amusement. At least, I didn’t think I do.
Dae chuckled. “I’m not going to argue with you. I can assure you, when we come to do the Beloved Badger, or Breaking Crow, you’ll do more than scream my name. You’ll sob in sheer ecstasy and beg me to do it again.”
“Beloved