Dante walked over to the bed. He grabbed the blindfold. There was no lube out. He’d taken the time to set out the blindfold but no lube. Before he had the chance to question it, Dante spoke. “Why do you think? Because of Abel. I loved him, Ben. You know that. I also made him a promise. He was...he worried. He feared I would leave, even when I told him I wouldn’t. He thought he needed me. We kept each other stable, and he didn’t want that to change. Abel needed me to promise him, so I did. This is the only way to keep the promise now. Get on the bed.”
Everything inside him rebelled. He’d loved Tristan for years yet Tristan loved someone else. And now the only other man he chose to give himself to would always want someone else as well. He couldn’t even look Ben in the eyes because he would rather Ben be someone else.
He shook his head. Willed his feet to move but they didn’t. Maybe it was better this way. Maybe this is what Ben deserved.
He walked to the bed, and lay down.
“I want the ropes.”
“No you don’t,” Dante said simply.
His heart rate sped. “I want that back.” But why did he? Just because he couldn’t have them?
“If you want to run the show, find someone else. You aren’t ready, and I won’t do it. Don’t ask again.” Dante handed him the blindfold. Ben held off for a moment, telling himself he would leave but in the end, he tied the black cloth around his own eyes.
“Spread your legs.” The bed dipped as Dante got on. “Arms above your head. If you can hold them in the same spot the whole time, maybe we’ll try them next time.”
Arms up. His hands shook but Ben fought to keep them there. He spread his legs and Dante’s body settled between them. He moaned when warm hands grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them. Yes.
His hand twitched when Dante’s tongue ran the length of his crack before settling at his hole.
He thrust his hips into the bed but as soon as he did, Dante’s mouth was gone. “Don’t move.”
Ben bit his lip, fighting to stay still as Dante ate him. He lashed his tongue against his pucker over and over. Nails bit into his ass cheeks. The rough hair of Dante’s goatee made his tender skin sting but none of it was enough. He wanted more. Wanted to shove his ass back into Dante’s face. To grab ahold of himself and work his cock.
He did none of it though. If he did, Dante would stop and Ben would do anything to keep that from happening.
Dante used is tongue on him for what felt like an eternity and also no time at all. It’s all he did though. No penetration, no finger or cock and as incredible as it was, it wasn’t enough.
“Fuck me.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No.”
He kept lashing his tongue against Ben’s hole. Every once in a while, his teeth would bite into Ben’s cheek. Ben’s cock ached to come again but it was just out of reach, and Dante wasn’t giving him enough to push him over the edge.
“Please,” Ben asked again. He fisted his hands into the edge of the mattress, trying to hold himself in place. Trying to keep his hands where Dante told him too but it was a struggle.
Suddenly there were ropes there. He was tied down. Ben shook his head but the image didn’t leave. They were Javier’s ropes. He knew that but then Bonnie was there too.
“Isn’t it pretty, Benny?”
“Fuck me,” Ben managed to pull himself out of the...what? Memory? Fucked up place in his head where shit didn’t make sense? “Force me. Hurt me. Do fucking something before I lose my god damned mind.”
He heard Dante curse, and then there was a weight on his back. “You don’t make the rules here, Ben. I do. Don’t move. You want to be fucked you better not say another word.”
He bit his tongue to keep himself quiet. He heard Dante grab the lube from the drawer and Ben realized then that Dante hadn’t planned on having sex with Ben. He’d been willing to pleasure him but he hadn’t planned on fucking Ben.
There was the rip of a condom wrapper. Dante shifting off Ben as he must be covering himself. The squirt of the bottle of lube, and then fingers. Dante pushed more than one finger inside him. The thrusts were quick. Not much preparation and then they were gone, replaced with Dante’s cock.
Ben tightened his hold on the bed as Dante pumped his hips. His crotch slapped against Ben’s ass over and over. The pressure built high, fast, and in the best possible way. It took nothing for Ben to explode, hot come running down him, and onto the bed.
“Fuck,” Dante groaned out above him and then he lost it too. He thrust hard as he no doubt filled his condom.