benjey smut (lowkey kinky)

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POV: Jorge

The TV light flickers snippets bright pictures in the shadowy living room. I sit comfortably on the soft couch, settled between Benji's legs. I feel nothing but trust and adoration for him as I lean against his chest. I can hear his heartbeat clearly.

Even in the darkness, I notice him shift slightly. I think nothing of it, refocusing my attention on the movie.  I scoot back a little, trying to get comfortable, when I feel something slightly hard against my lower back.

My face heats up when I realize what it is. Did I do that to him?

I decide to have a little bit of fun. Feigning obliviousness, I scratch my back, making sure to accidentally brush against his crotch.

Benji clears his throat, shifting behind me again. I push myself right up against his chest and yawn, moaning slightly at the end.

"Jorge-" Benji begins, sounding urgent.

"Shh," I cut him off. "I'm trying to watch this."

I move from between his legs. Pushing upwards, I perch myself directly on his lap. He emits a small groan.

I turn to face him, grinning cheekily. His face is bright red with embarrassment. Shifting my weight from side to side, I rub against his erection.

Benji lowers his head back on the couch, involuntarily bucking his hips up against my ass. When I stop my movements, he takes over control. Gripping me by the hips with firm hands, he thrusts against me.

"Benji..." I mumble, the friction causing me to get hard, myself.

Benji snakes his arm around to my crotch, carefully unzipping my jeans. He pulls out my dick, squeezing it at the base.

"Ugh.." I catch myself moaning.

"Do you like that, Jorge?" Benji asks, his fingers lightly stroking my length.

"Mhm" I groan, too blissful to even form a sentence.

He begins to increase his pace, rubbing harder along my dick. "What was that?"

"Yes, Benji." I slur, pleasure overriding my brain.

"What do you like?" He pushes, his pace only increasing.

My brain scrambles to put together the words he wants to hear. "I like," I begin breathlessly, "I like when you rub my cock, Benji."

Benji slows down his speed, leaning in close to my ear. His hot breath sends ripples of pleasure coursing down my spine when he whispers, "Good boy."

He stops all together. I whine slightly at the loss of contact, my dick still throbbing.

"Do you want to go all the way, tonight?" Benji asks, his eyes dark with lust and need.

I nod rapidly. I want to have him inside of me. I imagine how he fills me up with his cock and how my name sounds when it escapes his lips in raspy moans. I need it.

Benji first pulls off my sweater. Goosebumps trail up my arms as my skin contacts the open air. I only feel more exposed as Benji pulls my jeans down to my feet. I kick them off, before Benji motions for me to get off of the couch. I obediently scramble off of him as he hurries to the bathroom. I stand there alone, in only my boxers, feeling a little self conscious. My dick is so hard it hurts. Almost robotically, I reach down to caress it. Shutting my eyes, I touch myself through my underwear just enough to ease the pain.