Jeff x Ben-Dirty Mind

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"W-Wait, what are those?" I questioned and he blinked as he became confused.

I felt bad that I did that now.

"They're just... Some marks from sex." He said slowly as if he didn't see any problem with them. I was not at all happy with this information.

"I've been hurting you during sex this whole time?" I asked with worry in my voice as I watched him happily trace the bruises on his soft skin.

"Oh, no, not really. I guess my skins soft and bruises easily, I-It's not your fault.." He explained with an apologetic look.

"I-I love it when you're rough. I've never really had that before..." He explained looking down with some blush creeping up his skin.

"I-It's new. I've never felt that on my body before. M-My past partners treated me like I would break if they did more then five pumps." He laughed a little and I blushed as he kept praising me.

"Are you like... One of those people that like pain? Pain during sex?" I asked and he looked down at me as he considered it.

"U-Um," he blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I don't necessarily dislike it. My skin's just kinda weak." He shrugged.

"So the bruises on your neck are from when I grab it?" I asked and he nodded with a small smile.

"And the hickeys." He said with a shrug as he slid his hand over the crook of his neck.

"Baby, I don't wanna... hurt you," I said as I started to get some anxiety. I'm not that kind of person anymore.

I don't want to be verbally or physically abusive in any way once so ever. Is he okay with this because of Devon? Does Ben think that's all he's good for now? Just something cute to fuck? I hope not, because he's worth so much more than that.

"Hurt me? No, no, I-it's-no, it's not like that." He assured me but that didn't make me feel any better.

"I don't understand. How can you be okay with this?" I asked as I slid my hand up his thigh and felt the purple and red spots. He winced a little as I made contact with them and that just made me feel worse.

"Do you think that's all your good for?" I asked and he froze a little.

"Just because you're pretty, Do you think it's all you're good for? Just something I can fuck?" I asked, elaborating.

He paused. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out as he looked down.

"I-I-I, W-Well, it's just-no the-" he stuttered like never before and I found it kind of cute but I was still worried about his mindset. Maybe he thinks, since he feels so good, he should let me do whatever I want.

Maybe since he knows how obsessed I am with his body, he's trying to give more of himself to me. I can tell, with the way he's moving on the counter and readjusting is because he's so sore. I don't want that from him, I just want to be able to please him at a level his body can handle.

"I think we need to take a break," I said and he paused.

"A break?" He asked as he slacked his jaw open, not ever believing that Jefferey Woods ever wanted a sex break. I couldn't believe I was saying it either.

"Yeah, a sex break. I don't want to leave bruises all over you." I stated.

"What? Oh uhh," He said as brought a finger up to his chin in thought. He didn't really know what to say to this.