“I do want to f**k you.” Ben set a hand on his back, pressed him down: legs spread, c**k rubbing into its own puddled desire. “I want you to feel me come inside you, so you know you belong to me, so you know how much I love you. But talk to me first, baby. Real quick. Still good? Color?”
Simon mumbled something indistinguishable. His cheeks, his lips, were wet; he’d turned his head to the side, enough to gaze rapturously at Ben.
“Come on.” Ben leaned down over him, bumped a nose into his cheek, landed a kiss. “You want me to f**k you like this, love? You still feeling good? Or is it getting too much?”
“No…” Simon murmured. “Not too much…want you…want you in me…green…please, Ben, yours…”
“Okay. Love you.” He sat back up, knelt between Simon’s lax spread legs. That hole, so pink and stre
