Benjey Smuts

Wife

The short gasp of air struck against the skin of Jorge's throat when he felt the weight of someone crushing him into the soft mattress. He wiggles with all his strength to be free from the unconscious manhandling of Bengi.

He struts into the kitchen with small strides and hands to his eyes as he rubs out the laziness already with the mindset to make breakfast for the boy in bed and himself. As soon as he steps inside he could feel the bustling air of the kitchen breeze on his naked stomach and legs, that's what he gets for only wearing boxers to bed.

A few minutes later he stood over a frying pan which consists of raw bacon and sausages. As he flips the objects he felt the warm hands of his lover on his thin waist. The small squeeze he receives is enough to make him smile and turn around to kiss a fresh-from-bed Bengi who still wore bedhead rather sexily.

"I love when you make me breakfast," He moans with a laugh into Jey's red painted ears that formed goosebumps all of a sudden.

Jey scoffs into the air as he turns off the stove to avoid an incident before he faces his boyfriend who stood a few inches taller than him.

"Well ain't that domestic?" Jorge asks in a small giggle while his hands snakes around Bengi's neck while his lover's hands encircles around his waist.

Bengi laughs and kisses his forehead, "What? You mean like that husband and wife thing," He stares into his boyfriend's eyes with only love and adoration.

Jorge hums a response which causes a small smile to break out unto Bengi's face.

"Who needs a wife when I got you?" He nuzzles his head into Jorge's neck and leaving small kisses to leave the boy flustered.

"I mean they have benefits," Jorge jokes around along with Bengi who seems more interested in the conversation.

"Yeah, like what?" He presses a chaste kiss against Jorge's thin pink lips mid speech.

Jorge's cheeks become pink at the sample of affection before he decides to speak, "Well they are self lubricated."

Bengi did not even speak, he only locks eyes with Jorge before he pulls down the boy's black underwear.

"What are you doing babe?" Jorge asks as he takes in the fact that he is stark naked in the kitchen.

Bengi puts his finger in his mouth and sucks on two fingers, still locking eyes with the curly headed boy, "What does it look like am doing?" He says with the glint of mischief in his honey-like voice. Without hesitation he flips Jorge so he is bent over the kitchen island and his underpants is at his ankle and Jorge's is no where to be found. "I'm self lubricating you."

Without much more hesitation he eases his finger into Jorge pink hole while his other hand squeezes his sides which already had marks. His finger relaxes easily and immediately he adds a second only to hear the sweet familiar melody of Jorge's moan as he concaves into the stimulation.

This is taking too long he thinks to himself before he pulls out his fingers and spit's into his hand to lube up his fully thick groin. He moans at the friction he creates when it is nudged against Jorge's tight rim.

"Oh Fuck, put it in already!" Jorge growls rather loudly as he pushes back to feel Bengi against him for a while.

Without hesitation Bengi pushes in and goes in slowly almost loosing his control when he hears the mewls that leaked from Jorge's lips to the granite. He bottoms out completely and moans out of the tightness and the heat that surrounded his cock.

"You can move now."

Bengi pulls out to the tip before he slams in making an unsanctified scream echo into the kitchen from Jorge.

"Fuck! Why are you so tight all the time?" Bengi growls when he began to feel the sweat trickling down his forehead even though the AC was on full blast.

Bengi pounds mercilessly into the boy who arches his back every time Bengi went deep and huts his prostate over and over again which evicts an actual scream from the receiver. His hand soon found Jorge's hair and he pulls on it with each hard thrust leaving Jorge broken from the continuous intrusion to his rear.

He finally cums when Bengi tugs unto his untouched cock that leaned on the counter as it throbbed and leaked precum unto the wooden floor. When he cums he almost falls because of the buckling of his kneels and the clenching of his hole brings Bengi to an halt as he released inside Jorge.

He holds Jorge up and gives him a long passionate kiss on his lips while he milks him with his right hand and Jorge does the same, hand for hand.

"Now you know why I don't wait a wife." Bengi whispers into Jorge's ear.

"No." Jorge says, his mind trying to recollect his past memories.

"None of them are beautiful like you."