What Happens in Clarketown

7 (Sex Scene)

TRIGGER WARNING: This entire chapter is a sex scene. If you do not wish to read it, it will not affect your understanding or up-to-date-ness of the story. The only major plot interference is that Xander and Ben lose their virginities to each other.

I sit on the edge of the bed and let Ben begin. I need to make sure he's comfortable with whatever happens tonight. He sits on my lap, facing me with his legs on either side of my waist. I grip his torso and turn us so I'm sitting with my legs on the bed. Although I'm looking up at him in this moment, he seems so small, so fragile, so cute. He leans down to kiss me and my heart flutters. This amazing boy is ready to lose his virginity, and he wants to lose it to me, and I want to lose mine to him.

I suckle Ben's bottom lip erotically before gently sliding my tongue into his mouth. My hands explore his body. I glide them over his chest and pull at the bottom of his shirt, then put my hand up the back of it. He pulls away to sniffle, and I take the opportunity to take his shirt off. As soon as it's over his head, he shoves himself back onto me, reassuring me that he really does want to do this.

I can't help but pull at his hair as we make out passionately. I brush his bare chest with my fingers and he reacts with a soft moan-like noise in my mouth. The sound makes my member begin to harden.

Ben's hands make their way to the zipper of my sweatshirt. He fumbles with it for a moment. I pull away from his lips to find that his hands are shaking, so he can't get ahold of the zipper.

I place my hands on his wrists and he looks down into my eyes. "Are you absolutely sure about this?"

He nods and smiles, embarrassed. "I-I-I-I-I'm just nervous."

"So am I." I say, chuckling softly. I pull my zipper down. I'm not wearing anything underneath.

"You're acting so calm, though." Ben argues.

"'Acting' is the key word in that sentence." I admit. "Being nervous is okay, though. It'd be weird if we weren't." Ben's smile grows as he leans down to kiss me again. I let his hands explore now. He brushes my sweatshirt off of my shoulders. Without detaching from him, I pull my arms out of the fabric and toss the sweatshirt on the floor.

I caress his neck as his hands glide down my bare chest. The sensation makes my member push against my tight jeans almost painfully. Ben takes care of it quickly by unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down. He stops there.

He pulls away from my mouth. "I don't know what to do next...." He whispers, then he squeaks.

I reach down to the elastic of his sweatpants and begin pull them down. He winces when it catches on his hard-on through his underwear. I stretch them over it to make sure he's comfortable. He turns his legs so they're both on my left. I slide his pants off completely.

I lean him backwards so his head is on the pillows. I hover over him for a moment, savoring his beauty. I kiss his neck, licking and breathing gently on it as I do. I travel over his neck and collar bones until I hit a spot a few centimeters under his jaw. When I hit it, Ben inhales suddenly and deeply. I found his good spot.

"Can I mark you?" I ask quietly into Ben's ear.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Can I give you a hickey?" I ask.

Ben nods and giggles softly. I return to the spot and suck it less gently. He moans quietly as I bruise his skin.

"This is the only mark I will ever leave on you." I promise.

I kiss my way down his neck and chest. I glide my tongue down his stomach until I reach his underwear. I grab hold of his cock with one hand and kiss it through his underwear. Ben's hands make their way into my hair as I pull his underwear down, revealing him. He sniffles twice.