Ben x Toby lemon

Part four (definitely not just me)

Ben groans and looks down at Toby. 'You want this?' He glares at him, Ben liked being teased a bit but Toby decided to do it too much for his taste. "Yes.." He says quietly looking away as he's unable to maintain eye contact.

Toby opens his mouth slightly, leaning in as if it wrap his mouth around the beading up tip.. aaaaaand the pulls back again. Moving his hand up and down slightly, oh so slightly. He leans over it and grins at Ben slyly, "What's the magic word Ben?" He licks his lips and allows his hand to slide up to Ben's tip. He rubs his thumb over the sensitive nib delicately. "Look at me Ben." he smiles wider at the sounds Ben is making for him.

Ben moans loudly at the feeling of Toby teasing his tip. 'Look at me Ben.' Is what Toby had said, his voice stern and dominant. It made Ben want to fuck him or be fucked by him. Either worked. He hated how slow Toby would pump his member, it made him whimper. He groaned and looked down at Toby. "Oh please Tobias. suck me off, I'll do anything, just stop fucking teasing me."

Toby praises Ben again for the begging. "Good boy Ben." His own cock loving the sound of his name on Ben's lips, desperate. He doesn't do what is asked though, instead he switches hands and puts his thumb in his mouth, sucking off the liquid. Its salty on his tongue. He swallows it, keeping his eyes locked on Ben's the entire time, making sure he sees the way his lips moves as he savors the flavor. "Mmmm." He moves his other hand up again and then down, oh so slowly. "Beg for me." he demands softly, watching Ben's eyes roll with desire.

Ben contains eye contact with Toby as he feels him slowly pump his member again, his cock twitches with frustration as he rolls his eyes back with pleasure. "Beg." Is all he hears. He groans before looking back down at Toby, refusing to beg. He just looks away and covers his mouth with both hands hoping to aggravate Toby.

Toby slows down even more, every movement deliberate, up and down. The twitching member rubs his hand and he pauses in his movements. Ben's lust filled moan almost makes him wraps his lips around it. But he restrains himself as well. No way is he giving in. His lips twitch upwards into a smirk and he winks at Ben, who is glaring down at him, teasingly. Ben covers his mouth. Oh he wants to play? He lowers his mouth and flicks out the tip of his hot tongue tasting the salty savory head ever so slightly. "Beg." he demands again, his salivating mouth inches from the hard twitch shaft below him. He can practically smell the lust in the air, coming off both of them in waves. The precum's salty tang on his tongue making his mouth over fill with saliva. He swallows it. His Adams apple bobbing.