A/N: Continuation of some more steamy stuff, but we do move on back to the plot (and the angst).
Also, I updated the banner image for the Anthony chapters.
- LOABW 6/26/24
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———Anthony———
Sunday, June 30th, 2019
I woke up slowly, and for a moment, I couldn't figure out where I was. I was so warm and comfortable that it didn't seem too pressing of an issue to figure it out. It was only when I started to realize what, or rather who, was the cause of my comfort that I started to take more note of my surroundings.
Ben's arm was draped across my waist, pulling me close to him. I shifted slightly, causing Ben to mumble something sleepily and tighten his grip. As he pulled me closer, I felt something press against me.
"Well, good morning to you, too," I said with a chuckle as I pressed back against him. I felt Ben tuck his head against my shoulder, although he made no move to distance himself from me.
"Sorry," he said, sounding slightly muffled. "This is... new for me. I can't help it."
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I rolled over quickly, pressing my lips to his before he could protest. Ben seemed eager to comply as I let my hands wander across his chest and sides. I dipped my hand below his waistband, and Ben made a noise in the back of his throat.
"This ok?" I asked with a grin as I gave his cock a gentle, languid stroke. Ben had already been half-hard; it didn't take much encouragement from me to get him all the way there.
"Yeah," Ben replied breathlessly. I grinned wider in satisfaction. I wouldn't have said my past hookups hadn't been fun, but I had never cared about someone's reaction to me as much as this before. Feeling Ben shake from just me touching him like this gave me an immense rush that overrode my anxiety and better judgment.
"Hey, Ben..." I said softly, pressing kisses to his neck and jawline as I kept up the teasingly slow pace. "Have you ever gotten head before?"
"No," Ben answered shakily. I nipped at his earlobe before whispering, "Would you like to?" I chuckled as Ben sucked in a quick breath, pleased with myself at his reaction. I started to worry when he didn't offer up an answer.
"If you don't, it's ok," I said, suddenly serious as I pulled back to study his face.
"Iwantto," Ben said in a rush, before clearing his throat. "I mean, yes. I want to."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Gods, Anthony, just— yes, I'm sure," Ben said, staring at the ceiling as his face turned pink. I grinned again before moving to suck and nip at the skin in the crook of his neck. Ben swiftly got rid of the rest of his clothing as I worked my way slowly downward, leaving a trail of kisses as I went. I could feel him trembling, which continued to fuel my uncharacteristic burst of bravado.
"Still ok?" I asked lightly once I got to his cock, looking up at him from my position between his legs as I gave it a slow stroke. Ben raised his head to look down at me before dropping back with a flurry of swears.
"Mm-hm!" Ben's affirmation sounded tense
"If you need me to slow down or stop, tell me, ok?" I added, suppressing a smirk as I continued stroking him.
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