Page 94 of Too Many Beds

His joy is contagious, and Ben lets it spread through him like molasses, slow and sweet and purposeful.I’m going to make love to him,he thinks.

They kiss in the elevator and Ben spins Luce under his arm down the hallway in a breathless, clumsy dance. They don’t bother turning on any lights before their shoes are kicked off, shirts and belts hitting the floor before they fall onto the already mussed sheets of Ben’s bed.Their bed.

“Have you ever had sex before?” Ben murmurs, nipping the question into the underside of Luce’s jaw.

Luce’s fingers tangle in Ben’s hair, pulling pleasantly against his scalp. “No,” he admits. “But yours isn’t the only bed I’ve been under. I know the basics.”

Ben shouldn’t be happy about Luce’s inexperience, but Luce has always felt likehis, and this feels no different.

Luce misinterprets Ben’s sudden stillness and reaches up to touch Ben’s face. “It’s okay,” Luce reassures him. “I trust you. You aren’t going to hurt me.”

“Never, never, never,” Ben replies, leaning down to kiss Luce again, deeper and harder, his hands slipping over Luce’s body, tracing the lithe muscles and tugging his pants down his thighs and over his knees.

“Oh,” Luce breathes, going limp and malleable in Ben’s arms. It lights a fire in Ben’s blood, calling to his darker nature. He takes a moment to roll over to the side of the bed, digging through his bedside table’s drawer for the bottle of lube he keeps there.

Luce lies on the bed, eyes closed, body trembling though Ben has barely touched him. It makes Ben feel feral, so hungry and needy that his skin can barely contain him. He runs a warm hand down Luce’s chest, stopping just above his navel. Luce opens his eyes and meets Ben’s, a smirk playing on his lips. “Touch me,” he whispers. “Please.”

"Where should I touch you, Luce?" Ben asks, his voice low and seductive in the shadowy warmth of the bedroom. “Here?” He tweaks a rosy nipple, catching Luce’s surprised little yelp with his mouth. “What about here?” He slips his hand lower, over Luce’s hips until he can brush his fingers over Luce’s slim, pale cock.

Luce moans, arching up off the bed, his fingernails scrabbling against Ben’s sheets, his sharp little claws tearing the cheap fabric. “Oh, you like that.” Ben grins, shifting his grip on Luce’s cock, giving it a soft squeeze. Luce cries out, arching further into Ben's touch. Ben chuckles and sits up, pulling Luce into his lap.

Ben guides Luce's hand to his own cock, which is already hard. "You are so beautiful," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss Luce's neck. "I can't wait to see you take my cum."

Luce whimpers at the thought, his fingers tightening around Ben's shaft. Ben pulls away, causing Luce to pant in frustration and chase his lips with a tilt of his chin. Luce rolls his hips backwards, grinding his ass against Ben’s hard cock.

"Not yet," Ben says, laying Luce back against the pillow. "First, I need to open your tight little ass."

Luce nods eagerly, sharp fangs digging into his lips. Ben slides down the bed, settling his shoulders between Luce’s spread legs, humming as he opens the bottle of lube and coats his fingers with slickness. He wants to see this up close, needs to watch Luce stretch and prepare to take Ben’s length.

Luce cries out as Ben presses two fingers inside him, his body tensing in pleasure. Ben pumps his fingers in and out, curling them to hit just the right spot. Luce whimpers, hips bucking against Ben's hand. Ben hadn’t been sure how similar Luce’s anatomy was to humans’, but judging from Luce’s reaction, he is built in much the same way.

"So tight," Ben murmurs, eyes fixated on the sight of his fingers disappearing inside of Luce.

Luce moans, throwing his head back and flashing the pale arch of his throat. Ben can’t resist the invitation and leans down, sucking a mark high on Luce’s neck. He adds a third finger, stretching Luce's tight hole further.

Ben takes his time opening Luce up, dragging his lips over Luce’s jaw and kissing him softly on the lips. "You are so beautiful," he murmurs. “So warm and tight. I can’t wait to be inside you. I can’t wait to feel you cum around me.”

“I’m ready,” Luce growls, his claws finding Ben’s shoulders and sinking in, sending sparks of hot pain down his spine.

Ben eases his fingers free, adding more lube to his hand before he strokes his own hard, weeping cock, coating his length with lube. He kisses Luce deeply, gently positioning his cock at Luce’s loosened rim of muscle and easing inside, swallowing Luce’s startled cry.

Luce arches into the sensation, his body begging for more. Ben begins to move, savoring the scalding grip of Luce’s body. Luce cries out, claws digging into Ben's shoulders as he does.

Ben leans down to nip at Luce's neck, his free hand gripping Luce's cock tightly and stroking. "Let go, baby," he pants, too close to the edge for this to take much longer but refusing to orgasm before Luce does.

Luce cries out, his body shuddering as he comes, his hot seed splashing over Ben’s knuckles. Ben groans, muscles turning to water as he rolls them both over in the sheets, his own orgasm taking him by surprise.

Ben lies still for a few moments, trying to catch his breath, holding Luce tightly against his chest. “Are you okay?”

“I’m … sticky,” Luce whispers, nuzzling his face into Ben’s chest.

Ben grins down at him, easing himself out from beneath Luce, humming at the soft noises of discontent. As quickly as he can, he dampens a washcloth and returns to the bedroom, guiding Luce’s legs open and cleaning up the mess.

Luce looks down at him sleepily, biting back a yawn as he tangles his thin fingers in Ben’s hair. “Will you hold me, Ben?” he asks, tugging Ben back up the bed.

Ben goes willingly, dragging the sheet up and over them both.

Outside, the sun begins to break. They’ll sleep through most of it, but it will be a beautiful day.