𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 (𝘣𝘹𝘣)

forty seven (x)

It felt like time had stopped ever since they uttered their 'I love you's' to one another. Benjamin used one hand to hold Noah's head steady in place as they shared kisses between each other. Pausing, from time to time, to stare into each other's eyes as if it was their last time seeing each other.

Benjamin pulls away, placing his forehead on Noah's. They were both catching their breaths. "I want you." He says, breathlessly.

Noah immediately understood what Benjamin meant. He nods his head a few times. "Are you sure?" He asks. He knew they'd planned this, talking about having sex again and even getting tested, but he wanted to be sure. He needed to be sure.

Placing his hand on Noah's chest, Benjamin nods his head in sincerity. "I want to feel close to you again."

Noah, whose hands had already found their place on Benjamin's waist, pulls him closer, if possible. He directs them back into their make-out. He slides his hands under Benjamin's thigh, pushing against the couch to stand up.

Benjamin pulls away quickly. "Is this okay? With your legs?"

"Yeah," He lifts him up a little more to grasp him, making sure he doesn't accidentally drop him. "I'm okay, promise."

He leads them into Noah's bedroom, laying Benjamin down against the pillows. Allowing him to get comfortable, Noah climbs onto the bed, settling himself between Benjamin's legs, leaning down to reconnect their lips.

Benjamin wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him down to close the space between them. They moved in harmony, their lips moving in sync, tongues sliding amongst each other.

Noah pulls away, reaching down the grab the hem of Benjamin's tee shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He leans down, planting kisses on his neck, traveling down his torso. Benjamin allows a sigh, a pleased and content sigh, to pass through his lips. He brings his hands up to tangle through Noah's curls.

Noah's hands work down to Benjamin's pants, undoing the button, unzipping them, and sliding them down his legs. Running his hands up and down his thighs, he brings his hands up to Benjamin's inner thighs, where his burn scars were healed.

Benjamin's eyes lock on Noah, watching his careful movements. He runs his hand up and over the burns, leaning down to place a few kisses there in an endearing way. Benjamin watches him, his lips parting.

Benjamin rests his hand on Noah's arm, pulling him towards him. He leans back in to kiss him again. He brings his hands up under Noah's shirt, placing his hands on his sides, digging his nails into his warm skin. Noah stabilizes himself on his knees, throwing his shirt off his body.

He reaches over to his bedside table, opening the drawer. He fumbles through it, pushing all the miscellaneous items out of the way to grab a bottle of lube. He then grabs his wallet from his bedside table, pulling a condom out of one of the pockets.

Benjamin smiles a little, "Did you forget what I told you?" He asks.

"What?" Noah asks.

"Wallets...Condoms. Not a good mix." Benjamin points at the wallet. "Temperature and friction? All of those things."

Noah chuckles and sets the condom down, reaching back to the bedside table. He grabs another one from the bottom of the drawer. "Got it."

Noah sets the things down on the bed, his hands reaching down to his own pants. He grabs the belt from the buckle, unclasping it and setting it down on the floor. He reaches down and unbuckles his pants, sliding them down his legs. "Is it okay if I take off your underwear?" He asks, rubbing Benjamin's inner thighs.