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benry x denial

song of the imagine: believer -imagine dragons

ship: benry- ben x harry

synopsis: harry teases ben when he refuses to admit he likes him

Ben didn't know how it happened.

One moment he was walking the hallways of the Auradon prep dorm rooms from Audrey's party then the next he's pressed against the wall with Harry Hook's ocean blue eyes staring into his very soul.

He always seemed to get lost in them, and lately, that was beginning to prove very dangerous for Ben.

It had been a few months since Ben was captured and released from the isle and instead of punishing them, he decided to have Harry, Uma and Gil all start attending Auradon with the rest of the VK's.

While Uma mainly just avoided him when he tried to be friendly, the rugged man known as Hook took every chance he could to tease him.

It started simply, a single comment here and there, then it escalated to playful touches that left Ben's skin scorching. He couldn't explain why Harry was making him feel the way he did, but he knew that this was far more than a game now.

As Harry had the king pressed against the wall he ran the length of Ben's body with his eyes. He looked good. He had on a normal outfit for once- simple black jeans and a light blue button up, cute, grey cardigan to top it off.

Harry mentally smirked at the innocence wafting from the smaller boy. It was simply delightful for him.

Teasing Ben was one of his favorite pastimes since he arrived in Auradon, loving the reactions he could always get from him. The way his pale cheeks tinted with pink as he got flustered or the way he would pat down his sandy blonde hair every time he was nervous.

Harry couldn't help himself; there was something about Ben that intrigued him, something that drew him in and enticed him with every aspect of the boy.

He wanted nothing more than to taint him. To take all the good that had been instilled in him and smear his evil and dangerous touch on it.

Harry took his finger and trailed it along the path of Ben's jawline down his neck and traced the skin surrounding his collarbone. The smaller boy shuddered, and Harry's eyes gleamed at the movement.

"Harry-" Ben tried to speak, but when he did, it came out breathy and choked. "Harry, s-stop."

"Aw but Ben," Hook looked up from Ben's exposed neck to his lips, then his eyes. "You're having so much fun."

Ben's mind was spinning. He could feel Harry getting closer and closer and it was getting harder and harder for Ben to breathe.

"Harry..." Ben trailed off when Harry pushed his hips into Ben's and attached his lips to Ben's neck. Taken aback by the contact Ben let out a sharp groan, only causing Harry to smirk against the king's neck.

Harry had never taken it this far. It was always subtle touches or seductive words whispered into his ear, but never had Harry touched Ben like this.

He grazed his teeth along Ben's neck and nipped at it. Ben hissed at the pain but soon Harry's tongue shot out and eased the sting.

"Tell me, Benjamin. Why haven't you been denying my advances these last few weeks since we left the Isle?" Harry's tone was low and raspy and it was like an on button for all of Ben's emotions.

"I-I don't-" Ben opened his mouth to deny it but he knew he couldn't. At first when the dangerous young man flirted with him he outright ignored him, simply rolling his eyes and excusing it as a joke.

But recently, something had shifted. Ben had started to get more and more flustered by the compliments or lewd comments. His head started to pound and his heart started to hurt and it was like Harry had burrowed himself deep into Ben's skin- too deep to get him out.

He heard his voice at the most sinful times and it was driving him insane. He wanted to pull Harry close and kiss him until he couldn't breathe but he knew it would only end in destruction.

Ben licked his lips and Harry's eyes shot down and followed the action, an eyebrow raising in amusement and a hint of pent up lust.

"Do you usually corner people like this?" Ben asked, his voice shaky.

Harry shrugged, "Not unless they're worth pursuing."

Ben couldn't speak. His throat was tightening and he wanted so badly to close the space between them. But instead he said, "This isn't smart, Harry."

Harry let out a chuckle, and in his amazingly hot accent said, "I've never been one quite for academics anyway, Ben."

Fuck.

Harry's hands were now dancing down Ben's chest across his stomach and were now latched around his waist. Harry placed a singular kiss on his jawline and breathed heavily in Ben's ear.

"I want you, Ben."

The heat between them was becoming unbearable as Ben tried to hang onto his last ounce of self control. "I brought you from the Isle to learn good, Harry. This is more than bad. This is dangerous."

Harry let out a wicked laugh, one that sent sparks throughout Ben's body, especially places he didn't need them to be. His sea colored eyes, adorned with heavy eyeliner  captured his and he knew he was a goner. "You've been teaching me how to be good for months. Now it's my turn to teach you how to bad."

Harry took Ben's earlobe between his teeth and nicked it. Ben let out a long sigh. "You're playing with fire, Harry."

Harry smirked his famous smirk, teeth bared, before whispering into Ben's ear. "Good thing for you, King Benjamin, I like to get burned."

And after that, it was like Ben had snapped.

He connected their lips harshly, wasting no time in sliding his tongue into the taller boy's mouth. Harry gripped the back of Ben's thighs and hoisted him up before slamming him back against the wall.

Neither of them stopped to think that anyone could walk down this hallway and catch them. Neither of them cared, either.

Ben's hands were tangled in Harry's hair and he tugged, causing a low sound to erupt from the elders mouth. It was insanely hot and Ben felt accomplished knowing that it was because of him.

Harry ground his hips into Ben's and he moaned out, mouth dropping. Harry took the opportunity to latch his lips onto the younger's neck and suck and pick and nip ferociously, leaving a million purple marks that would be more than visible tomorrow.

Ben wanted- he needed more contact. He pulled Harry's mouth back to his and not his lip. Harry didn't expect it and moaned again, causing a smirk of his own to appear on Ben's face.

Right as Ben reached to place his hands on Harry's delectable, toned chest, Harry broke away from the kiss. Ben was slightly dazed and confused as ti why he stopped.

Harry said nothing for about ten seconds, only looking over the king and nodding his head once, appearing to have made up his mind on something.

Ben was confused, but Harry only took the time to place a slow, lingering kiss on Ben's lips before saying in his ear, "Hope you're ready to burn with me Ben. The fire has just begun."

And before Ben could question the promise in Harry's voice or what he meant or where he was going, the dangerous boy was gone;  leaving a horny, anxious and lovestruck Ben in his wake.

One thing Ben did know, however was, if being being close to Harry always felt like that, He couldn't wait to burn.