hate is a strong word (bxb)

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Smut but with a plot, I promise.

If there was one good thing that came out of living with Braxton, it was the sex.

At first, when Ben said that living with Braxton would only become an inconvenience, Braxton didn't entirely agree—however, there was one thing that he thought could've become an issue. The only thing that Braxton truly thought would be an inconvenience was the fact that he would no longer have the privacy to be able to masturbate. A concern like that seems stupid, but Braxton considered it to be a legitimate concern.

Though, he should've known better than to be troubled about something like this, as there was only one other person on this Earth who had a sex drive as high as Braxton's—and that person was Benjamin Adams. Like many other things, Ben would never verbally admit this, but it showed through actions.

Braxton quickly learned that there was no point in caring about not having "alone time" when he could just have the real deal.

That particular night, the two had already been pretty deep into it—and it was good.

Braxton had come to an understanding of exactly how Benjamin liked things to be, and it certainly worked in both of their favors. If Ben was controlling in their daily day-to-day life, he was one hundred times worse in bed. Despite being the bottom that he truly was, he was well aware that he was the one that was truly in charge. Even when Braxton took a more dominant position, it still seemed as though Ben had all of the control. He was the one who would set the pace, and he never seemed to have an issue telling Braxton how he wanted things to be. This was the one thing that Benjamin had no problem being upfront about.

Braxton liked it, too, because he typically already wanted to do most of the things that Ben told him to do, but he liked the fact that Ben would confirm that he wanted certain things done to him. This way, Braxton didn't have to ask—he was just automatically told.

"Fucking hell," Ben moaned out loudly. Besides being vocal about what he wanted or didn't want, he was also loud. Sometimes Braxton thought that Ben wasn't even aware of how loud he was being—which was quite ironic in a sense, as Braxton was the one who always seemed to have to be shushed outside of the bedroom yet in the bedroom was far more aware of how loud they were being. "If you keep going at that pace, I'm going to come."

"Don't expect me to stop then," Braxton laughed as he continued thrusting at a steady pace.

Ben's hands are pinned above his head and he finds himself looking up at Braxton who's smiling down at him. Though, they're not making direct eye contact. Rather, Braxton's eyes are traveling up and down Ben's body.

"It's rude to stare," Ben scoffs.

"Yeah? And it's rude to be that hot," Braxton replies, "Just look at you."

Ben can tell that Braxton is somewhat close to finishing. He can feel it in the way that the rocking slows down. Whereas before he was rougher with his movements, things had decelerated to be far more gentle.

It's only a matter of moments before Braxton's done, and Ben knows that he's not that far behind either.

"Fuck," Ben let out a rather loud moan as he came and his eyes shut tightly, "Jesus fucking Christ you're perfect; I love you."

"What'd you just say?"

"What? Nothing," Ben said as the two separated.

"I think you said that you love me," Braxton states, and it's only then that he realizes what he had actually said. It brings a light pink blush to his face.

Even though Ben had realized what it was that he had said, he decided that there was no way that he could possibly own up to that. How was he supposed to own up to saying something like that when he hadn't even meant to say it? The word had just casually slipped out of his mouth without any intent.