Ben x Toby lemon

Part three (is it just me or is it getting hot in here?)

After being prodded and poked for.. he doesn't know how long, he can suddenly breath again. He breathes in a large amount of air and then immediately lets it back out in a loud moan as Ben's hand closes around him. "BEN!" he yelps Ben's name and grinds into him. His little soldier standing at attention eagerly, poking into Ben's hand like a little dog. He moves his hips up and out, wanting more, needing more. He wants this right here right now. He distantly feels Ben's lips along his neck once more, but all his attention is focused elsewhere.

Ben smirks against Toby's skin as Toby bucks into him. He pulls his hand away from Toby's prostate, earning a small whimper. He uses his hands to pull Toby's shirt up over his head. Bundling it up and throwing it behind him. He moves his hands up under Toby's thighs to his ass giving it a squeeze and then supporting him as he walks to the nearest couch. He sets him down roughly and then lays over him.  He slowly kisses down Toby's stomach to his v-line, looking at Toby as he unbuttons his pants and pulls them off his legs. He starts kissing Toby's clothed member before pulling away. He strips his own shirt off as well as his pants, leaving them both in their boxers. He sits on the couch and smirks over at Toby, "C'mere kitten, don't you wanna play with my joystick now?" He relaxes against the other couch arm are waiting for Toby.

He whimpers unashamedly when Ben pulls away. But is stopped from protesting more then that as Ben pulls his shirt off. His back is flushed with the heat of the moment. Ben's handsy hands squeeze his ass knowingly and they move from the wall. The cold air rushes in to replace the sturdy wall and he shivers a little before being dumped onto the soft couch cushions. Ben's hot body presses down on top of him. He whimpers again as Ben removes his pants, rubbing his tip with the cloth as they come off. His boxers spring up, tenting and Ben smirks at him. Toby whimpers and clenches his fists into the couch cushions. Ben leans over him pressing his soft lips to Toby's stomach. Moving leisurely down, leaving behind flushed marks as he goes. Toby shivers and meows. Ben teasingly kissing the head of his member through the cloth.
Suddenly Ben moves away and for a second Toby is left laying on the couch. In nothing but very very thin underwear. Words jerk him and he blinks. He sees Ben across from him. Stripped to nothing same as him. His lips move and the only thing to register in Toby's head is, "Joystick." Oh you bet. He pushes himself up and moves across the couch towards Ben. He reaches out a hand and palms Ben's member. Its perky and strains towards him eagerly. He parts his lips and licks them. Looking directly at Ben as he does. "Lets play then Ben." his voice is raspy with lust. Moving his hand down he slips it under the thin fabric and grasps the base of Ben's shaft tightly. Giving it a little squeeze. He giggles.

'Lets play then.' Ben smiles as he watched Toby crawl over to him. He breathes heavily as he feels Toby start to palm him through his boxers. It felt amazing but he wanted more, and that's what he got. He felt Toby's cold hand slip around and down into his boxers. Toby grabs his shaft, squeezing it. Ben throws his head back over the edge of the couch and groans, his breath hitches as he looks at Toby from the bottom of his eyes. He puts a hand over his mouth and breathed heavily against it. "Jesus Christ Tobias. Don't tease me" He speaks out, his voice coated with need and lust. He slowly rocks his hips up and down but Toby's hand barely moves, teasing Ben.

He giggles louder as Ben moans feeling his hand around his thick shaft. His heart beats fast. He pants as Ben says his full name, 'Tobias.' Ben's hips move up and down but Toby forces himself to keep his hand still. No, no not that easy. With his other hand he pulls the fabric from his body, slipping Ben's hard member out. It springs free and he clamps a fist around it. Leaning down he pauses, his mouth inches away from his pre cum soaked tip. An impulsive tic takes over and jerks his head down bushing his lips over it before he pulls himself away. Toby looks up at Ben, his hot breath washing over his sensitive needy little buddy. He hovers just out of range teasing him, hoping to god his tics don't ruin it anymore. "You want this?" He locks eyes with Ben. Staying just out of range.