by Frey Ortega
“Yeah, of course I would. Why are you so surprised?” The amusement on Elijah’s face was clear as day. “I figure that might be the best way to let you see what you enjoy. And besides, I want you to take the reins. I think it’s hot to be topped from the bottom. Call me a lazy top, I guess, but I like it when I know my partner is very much having a good time. The best way I can assure that is to let them set the pace.”
“Had a lot of practice doing that, did we?” Bennett asked, smiling. He couldn’t help the little spike of jealousy that went through him right then and there, though. “How are you so sure I’m going to be the one taking it?”
Elijah laughed. “Baby, I never claimed to be a saint. But if you’re worried, just know I haven’t done it with anyone since meeting you. Also, call it a hunch, I guess. I’m good going the other way around, too, if that’s what you prefer.”
Bennett couldn’t help the smile on his face. “Aww,” he cooed softly. “No one’s ever let me top them, before. That’s kind of romantic. You had it right the first time, though.”
Even in the face of his insecurities, all he could do was crack a joke, cup Elijah’s cheek, and lean in to give his vampire mate a soft kiss.
Elijah kissed back for the briefest of moments, before pulling away to respond. “Well, good. We can explore other things another time. For now, why don’t we let you take the reins?”
Bennett had never been in control…of, well, anything before. Certainly not sex, but not his home, nor his life. It was odd how something so mundane—like being the dominant one during sex—could make him react this way. He was excited, and…well, happy. It made him feel safe, odd as that might be. It all clicked into place—he knew he was completely and totally safe with Elijah.
It made him bolder. It made him want to experiment. It made him want to express himself, especially to the same guy who had been teasing and coaxing him out of his shell this entire time.
Bennett never realized just how much he appreciated Elijah’s playful side until now. His mate was still assertive where it counted, and that was a great thing too—but Elijah was never forceful or manipulative. He was straightforward, and Bennett appreciated it. He didn’t feel like he was being railroaded. It felt more like he was being empowered.
It made him want to try harder. If not for himself, then for his mate.
“What if I told you that I’ve had fantasies about riding you?” Bennett asked. He felt warmth creep up on his cheeks as he spoke, but he appreciated the way Elijah’s jaw went just as slack as his did earlier. The vampire raised his eyebrow, and Bennett couldn’t help but notice the way that very real bulge underneath the blankets suddenly got even bigger—it was more like a tent now. “What if I told you that riding you may or may not have been a part of those fantasies I had before?”
He didn’t usually play with himself. Hell, Bennett didn’t have the energy to think about self-pleasure most days. Sometimes, however, he could remember that he was human too, with human needs. And when he did, his thoughts always gravitated toward Elijah. And the things he and Elijah would do.
Elijah’s erection rose up once more, mirroring the very real tent in Bennett’s own pants. Bennett could barely stifle the smile on his face at feeling Elijah’s reaction so strongly, so insistently, pressing up against his rear. The vampire even had to bite down on his lower lip as he looked away almost bashfully. He then scratched tip of his nose. “I… uh… wow. I didn’t know I inspired those kinds of thoughts in you.”
Bennett raised an eyebrow at his mate. “Why would you think that?”
Elijah shrugged. “I just figured you didn’t think of me that way yet. Things have been crazy, and we haven’t had a moment to each other like this.”
Gods. The mental image alone, of him bouncing on Elijah’s lap up and down, could sustain Bennett’s hard-on for an eternity.
In those moments, he thought about what would happen when Elijah finally claimed him. It didn’t often get very graphic, but when it did, Bennett tried to calm himself down as fast as he could. More often than not, he thought about being wrapped in Elijah’s arms after the deed, or what their life would be when everything finally settled down—or if they would ever settle down.
“I’ve thought about you that way for a little while now,” Bennett replied. He moved off of Elijah’s lap, turning to face his mate as he settled on the bed. “If things hadn’t been so crazy, I would have been able to show you more. But I do have feelings for you. I do want you. And I think about you constantly. Not just when I touch myself…but other times, too.”
Elijah cleared his throat, coughing into his fist. He looked away for a moment. Did Bennett manage to render the usually chatty Elijah silent? Because now the vampire was actually looking to and from Bennett, grinning at him like he’d just hit the jackpot. There was emotion shimmering in those eyes that told Bennett he had managed to crack into the warm, gooey core of his mate. Clearly, Bennett needed to step up and show Elijah just how much he meant to him.
“Well baby, I’d tell you to indulge in your fantasies while we have the time. Ride me like a cowboy as much as you want,” Elijah said. “I’ll try not to come too fast. I can’t promise anything, though. I’m excited as hell.”
Elijah tossed the blanket aside, finally revealing the manhood underneath. It looked even bigger now that Bennett could really see it up close. Even with Elijah’s fist enclosed over the base, there were still a couple of inches protruding up the top. A tiny bead of moisture glistened from the tip of the vampire’s cock as Elijah’s fist pumped up and down, squeezing his shaft. His uncut dick looked downright mesmerizing with every slow movement of his hand, with the skin slowly moving in time with his fist.
Bennett gulped. He felt his cheeks get even warmer.
It’s finally happening.
“I show you mine and you show me yours?” Elijah teased, looking up at Bennett.
Bennett nodded almost violently, excitement coursing through his veins. His hands were just the slightest bit shaky as he tugged off the oversized shirt he was wearing, revealing the plain black boxer-briefs he wore underneath. They clung tight to his hips, showing off the erection that was clearly at half-mast and pressing up against the fabric.
“Damn,” Elijah muttered. “You’re as excited as I am.”
Bennett was still smiling from ear to ear. “Of course. I told you that you had an effect on me.”
“I can see that now,” Elijah replied.
Although Bennett’s hands were still a little shaky and his breath hitched from a mixture of excitement and nervousness, he pulled off his underwear and let his cock free from the steadily-tighter-by-the-second fabric that covered it. Bennett’s cock throbbed almost angrily, smacking against his navel audibly from how stiff he was.
He wasn’t as big as Elijah for sure, but with the way that the vampire was looking at him, he felt like the biggest man in the world.
Elijah went from slowly stroking himself to leaning himself forward and then closing his other fist around Bennett’s cock. Now, the vampire was moving his fists up and down in unison around the both of them, in light, languid strokes that made Bennett lean his hips forward just to receive more of that delicious attention.
“Well, someone’s enjoying himself,” Elijah said. Bennett looked at his mate, and saw the vampire grinning even wider than earlier. “I’m glad.”
“Hard not to,” Bennett replied, his voice a little hoarser than earlier. “Pun intended.”
Elijah chuckled. “Was that a joke? I must be doing something right.”
All Bennett really cared about at the moment was the feeling of Elijah’s hand around his dick. Nothing else mattered. He wanted to connect with Elijah—to show the man the depth of his need, his desire, his yearning—that even the slightest of touches was enough to stoke the fire that burned inside his core.
Bennett wanted to make sure that his mate never had to worry about how Bennett felt for him.
Bennett kept thrusting his hips
forward into Elijah’s fist, moaning softly, feeling almost drunk from the pleasure. He had never done this with someone else before. And then he leaned forward, capturing Elijah’s lips in a kiss, before pulling away. He knit his eyebrows, his breaths becoming harsher with every slow, sinuous pump from Elijah’s hand.
“I love you,” Bennett whispered. He froze.
Shit. He didn’t mean to say that out loud, so soon. And he certainly didn’t mean to blurt it out in the middle of a handjob.
Elijah stopped pumping his fist over the both of them, and looked at his mate. The surprised expression on the vampire’s face melted into a grin that went from ear to ear. Again, there was a shimmer in those eyes that Bennett couldn’t quite place.
“I love you, too, Bennett,” Elijah said.
Ah. That’s what that was.
Love.
Bennett couldn’t help himself. He closed the distance between the two of them and kissed his mate once more. Elijah deepened their kiss, twining their tongues together. Fuck. Bennett was absolutely sure that all he wanted to capture a snapshot of this feeling forever. He needed this seared into his memory for as long as he lived. Every soft whimper, sigh, and moan—every sensation of Elijah’s lips and hands and body—everything needed to be committed to memory. Who knew when he would feel like this again?
“I think we’re gonna need lube. If you want me to ride you, I mean,” Bennett said after a few moments, pulling free from their kiss to focus on the very real man smiling in front of him, who looked clearly turned on, desire simmering just underneath those deep blue eyes.
“Oh. I got some. Hang on.” Elijah leaned away from Bennett and pulled open the bedside drawer, fishing out a small travel-sized bottle of lube. Elijah then extended the bottle over to him. “Here.”
Bennett looked down at the bottle, and raised an eyebrow at Elijah. “Were you keeping that in the hopes that you were gonna get lucky? Not that there’s anything wrong with that.” Certainly not now, Bennett thought.
“Well I didn’t know for sure, but yeah, of course I did,” Elijah replied as he sidled back into place, gathering Bennett up in his arms and pulling the warlock into his lap once more. “Like I said, I’ve wanted this for a while now. Dreamt about it sometimes in fact, so I thought, why the hell not, right? It always pays to be prepared.”
“Hey, I’m not gonna complain,” Bennett said, leaning down to kiss Elijah right on the lips. Bennett felt Elijah’s cock twitch against his, just from the kiss. “This is definitely going to help.”
Elijah smirked. He looked so cocky and confident, and it made Bennett have this irresistible urge to lean down to kiss him right on the lips. So he did. Tonight was a night of many kisses, anyway—this was just one of about a thousand more he wanted to do to Elijah.
A little part of him admired the ease Elijah exhibited—it oozed off every pore in his body, and it showed even in their kiss. It showed in the way he leaned back against the bed, placing his hands on either side of Bennett’s face. Elijah met his mate’s every move with the assured grace of a man who knew how to please his partner.
Not only that, but Elijah was secure enough to let someone else take control.
It was as reassuring as it was intimidating, because Bennett didn’t know exactly what to do…but he loved the freedom to explore. Until now, he had always been forced or coaxed into submission. Now, he could do anything he wanted to Elijah. Within reason, of course.
And he was being actively encouraged to do so, too.
If this wasn’t a far cry from being Marcel’s pet warlock, what was?
Bennett didn’t even need to be asked to start preparing himself. He spread some lube on his palm to slicken Elijah’s shaft, pumping his fist up and down, and then he paused, and started to massage some of the lube right into his hole as well.
All the while, he looked up at Elijah’s face just to see the expression on his mate’s face. Elijah looked even more excited than before. Then again, that might’ve just been because of Bennett’s hand on his cock.
He’d had some level of practice doing this before, but this was different. This wasn’t an awkward fling under the bleachers in high school. It wasn’t an uncomfortable blowjob from a stranger in a truck stop bathroom, either. This was the first time in a long, long time that he was with someone who actually wanted him sexually. Not just as an object to use for his magic, but as an actual person.
To some, it might have been lazy for Elijah to lay back and let Bennett do all the work, but Bennett appreciated the chance to set the pace. He was in control. He controlled how fast or how slow they were going. He controlled how much of Elijah he was going to take inside himself. He was in charge.
He was completely in charge.
That was a very new feeling to someone who felt he had lost all sense of control of everything in his life.
The soft, confident smirk on Elijah’s face and the glimmer of excitement in his eyes told Bennett all he needed to know. He needed to be with this man right here, right now.
Bennett wouldn’t have had it any other way.
“Ready?” Bennett looked down at Elijah.
The vampire smiled and nodded.
Bennett slowly braced himself down, and gasped when he felt the intrusion of Elijah’s cock press against his hole. It took only a moment for Bennett to completely sit himself on Elijah’s shaft, all the way down to the base. Hell, Elijah could even feel the soft, smooth skin of Elijah’s balls press against his inner thighs, and Bennett couldn’t help the involuntary quiver that went through his body.
Elijah’s cock was angled right where it felt really, really good.
He wasn’t going to wait. He wanted this—needed this. They had all the time for foreplay later on. Right now, Bennett needed to feel Elijah inside him.
And now, hilting himself completely, Bennett sighed in relief.
Finally, they were connected.
Elijah moaned. His voice was low, and filled with pleasure. “F-fuck, I didn’t think you would do it that fast,” he said, deep and guttural. When Bennett looked down at his mate, he saw the strain in the vampire’s arms as he grasped the sheets around them in a tight grip.
Bennett began to slowly rock his hips, swaying himself in even, shallow strokes. He didn’t want too much of Elijah’s cock to be pulled out of his body. He wanted to get used to his mate’s girth…and how deliciously full Bennett felt from taking it completely right to the base. Being able to ride Elijah like this was proving to be an interesting experience, to say the least. Bennett watched the expression on his mate’s face—from the way Elijah’s eyebrows knit together to the slow way he started to relax—and the warlock could only smile when his mate finally let go of the sheets, instead bringing both of his hands up and behind his head.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that,” Elijah said softly, his voice still thick and coarse with desire. “You feel so good wrapped around me.”
“Am I doing good?” Bennett asked.
“More than good,” Elijah replied. “Don’t stop.”
Bennett grinned. This was fun. He was in control—and sure, Elijah could voice his desires whenever he wanted—but Bennett was the one holding the reins.
In some weird way, it made Bennett wonder just how different it would be if—or when—he gave up control.
There would always be another time, right?
Bennett already knew he wanted more. Judging from the expression on Elijah’s face—that crooked smile and the way his eyes closed—that his mate felt the same way he did.
Maybe more than he did.
If that were even possible.
Elijah closed his eyes, seemingly content to let Bennett swivel his hips on his cock. But soon, those hands moved from behind his head, now on either side of Bennett’s waist to hold him aloft.
Bennett placed both of his hands right on top of Elijah’s, intertwining his fingers with his mate’s. And then he brought those hands up to his chest, holding them there. “I’m in charge, remembe
r?” Bennett said, his voice a little higher and breathier now from exertion.
“Fuck yeah you are,” Elijah agreed. “Don’t stop. You’re doing so good.”
Bennett didn’t really need the encouragement—he knew he had to keep thrusting himself up and down, if only just to prolong that moment of pleasure between the both of them. He rocked his hips, pressing down into the trimmed bed of hairs that surrounded Elijah’s cock, and then upward just an inch or two, before sliding back down. In all that time, Elijah’s cock kept sliding up against that part inside of Bennett that made his toes curl.
Gods. This felt so good—too good for words, even. He couldn’t even help the soft whimpers that were coming out of his mouth.
“I’m sorry I kept you waiting for this,” Bennett said between moans, his voiced heated and low as he rocked himself forward and back, pressing his lover even deeper inside him. There was that slightly tingly feeling of soft hair pressed up against his rear which almost tickled him, and it seemed like he could feel Elijah’s heartbeat through his cock, which would have been impossible, but Bennett had never felt this connected to someone before.
“Don’t be. I knew from the start that we should only do this when we’re both comfortable,” Elijah answered, smiling. He then wrapped a hand around Bennett’s cock, offering a smile to the warlock as he slowly pumped up his fist up and down.
Bennett couldn’t help but quiver at the touch, biting down on his lower lip to keep from making too much noise. Still, he couldn’t help the little whimper that came out of his throat.
“Just relax. Take your time,” Elijah said, and Bennett felt the slow upward thrust his mate made to hilt himself into Bennett’s warmth. He then groaned out softly, his eyebrows furrowing as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath and pulled back. “Are you comfortable? You feel so good, baby. I could stay like this forever.”
“Y-yeah, me too,” Bennett replied. “You’re…huge. In a good way.”
“Thanks,” Elijah answered back, and he rocked his hips up a bit, trying to get more comfortable. Even that slightest of movements was enough to make Bennett gasp. “And you’re tight. Really tight.”
