Instead, Ben had shifted to the side slightly and started to prep himself. Occasionally dipping down to place a kiss on Aydin’s belly, or cock, or lips.
“Fucking tease,” Aydin complained, scowling at Ben’s grin. “Aren’t you ready yet?” He pulled at the ties again and groaned. Still stuck.
Ben bent again and traced soft kisses and licks down Aydin’s body. Ending with a hard suck that nearly caused him to shoot his load. Aydin whimpered when Ben covered him and smoothed the excess lube over the condom.
“Yes please. Now please.”
Smiling. Enjoying the sight of Aydin helpless, and the sense of control. Ben straddled him again and guided Aydin’s cock to his entrance. His eyes closing as he sank down in one slow, steady glide.
“Oh, baby. That’s so good. He opened his eyes, smiling into Aydin’s almost pained expression, and lowered himself, so their chests were flush, for a kiss while grinding gently.
Ben was a cuddle bunny before, during, and after sex, and Aydin was loving it. But right now.
“Please. Please I need to touch you.”
Ben searched his face, concerned to see almost distress. Aydin’s breath was starting to hitch.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Ben reached up and tugged the bow, which parted easily. “Let me.”
“No, that’s all I need.” Aydin reached his still bound hands behind Ben’s neck and pulled him back down. Bracing his feet for extra thrust and racing his hands over Ben’s hair, neck and back. Pulling him as close as possible.
“Needed to touch you. Christ, I’m too close.”
“It’s okay. Cum when you’re ready,” Ben encouraged, and then moaned as Aydin did so. His hips pushing him as deep as possible as he filled the condom.
Ben rode Aydin’s climax and let himself be held. The silk of Aydin’s bound wrists ticking his waist. He was still hard though, and trapped between their bodies.
“Lift your arms again,” he requested, and then sat up on Aydin’s waist. The sight of his bound wrists draped on the pillow above his head, extremely arousing. Ben jacked his orgasm over Aydin’s stomach and chest. Just about maintaining enough strength to help loosen the tie before he collapsed.
Aydin unwound the silk and threw it aside, so it didn’t get dirty, before tying off the condom, having a quick wipe with a tissue and throwing that in the other direction. “Best present ever,” he claimed.
“Yea, and you can use it over and over,” Ben said.
Aydin turned his head and saw Ben was eyeing his cock. “Cheeky.” He grabbed another tissue and cleaned Ben up a little. Feeling Ben’s arms sneak around and pull him into a hug as soon as he threw the balled up rubbish vaguely towards the bathroom.
“Comere,” Ben slurred. Peering at Aydin’s wrists and giving them a little rub and kiss, before cuddling him close. “All good?”
“All very good,” Aydin purred as he squiggled in happily and tucked his face into Ben’s neck. “Very, very good.”
-X
The following morning, Ben had found himself roused far too early and not for a naughty blow job.
Back into their robes and down to the main house.
He was a little embarrassed, but when Aydin excitedly led him into a treatment room, with side by side massage tables, the smile had split his face.
Having had any kinks the hot tub had missed, gently but firmly eased away, and having been flipped from back to lie on his front. Ben choked back a giggle as his neck and shoulders were given a heavenly pummelling.
Aydin, who had flipped about ten minutes before him, had his face deep in the headrests donut and was letting out little mini snore-y grunts.
It was super cute, and when another sneaked out and Ben did giggle, both the massage girls did as well.
The cute snores and occasional unconscious orgasmic groans had them all in stitches for the duration.
Two hours later, freshly showered and relaxed as he had ever been, Ben was still grinning when Aydin led him into a small café near the railway station.
“Super pancakes here,” Aydin said, then cupped his chin on his hand and smiled at Ben, his eyes alight. “Well you look like you enjoyed our date?”
Ben confirmed with a soft, sweet kiss.
-X
This relationship was weird, Aydin decided as he read a text from Ben.
They had seen each other most days, and talked or at least texted every day. Aydin stayed over at Ben’s place three or four nights a week. Over two months now, but now Ben was planning their third date night.
Aydin had assumed that they were sort of together now, for however long that lasted. But apparently Ben still wanted to romance him. Even though Aydin was putting out on a regular basis.
Was this normal?
“Where did you two last go on a date?” Aydin asked Luc as he uncapped a couple of Corona’s.
Luc snorted. “A date! What’s that?”
“Hey,” Connor protested as he built a Guinness for Gently. Who was watching them with his usual amusement.
“We’ve never been on a date,” Luc told Aydin, ignoring Connor.
“Not true. I took you to the store just last week.”
Luc shot Connor ‘a look’ then shook his head at Aydin and went to the kitchen for some more limes.
“That’s pitiful,” Aydin told Connor, as Gently chuckled.
Connor finished the Guinness and wiped his hands distractedly on his jeans. “We went to dinner just last night,” he frowned.
“Dinner with Luc’s family is not a date, Con.”
Connor stood looking a little befuddled and then followed Luc into the kitchen.
Aydin took payment and then moved to Gently. “So dates in relationships are normal then? Unless you’re Con and Luc!”
“I guess it depends,” Gently shrugged. “Con and Luc spend most of their time here, but then they have work, social life, entertainment and friends all in one place.”
“And family, like you and me,” Aydin put in and Gently beamed at him.
“That’s right.”
“So it’s different for Ben. He doesn’t work here and he only sees me for a short amount of time.” Aydin pondered a bit, strangely unsettled.
“You feeling a bit hemmed in, young Aydin?”
“No. Yes. No. Maybe.” He threw up his hands when Gently laughed at him. “Ugh. I don’t know what I’m feeling.”
“Maybe you should just relax and enjoy. Ben’s a nice young man.”
“Hmm. Yea, maybe.” Aydin glanced up as Connor came back. “Typical. Look at that. Looking all smug and full of himself. I wonder what sort of state he’s left Luc in this time!”
Gently went with discretion and lifted his drink.
“Did you and Paulo go on dates?”
“Now and then.” Gently sighed sadly.
“Sorry, Gently.”
Gently reached over and patted Aydin’s hand. “Don’t. I love talking about Paulo. When people talk about him, it brings him back to me a little. A lot of people are too awkward to mention him. Too scared of upsetting me.”
Aydin balanced on the bar to lean over and kiss Gently’s cheek, before bouncing back to his feet.
“Well, I could share a memory, but I wasn’t meant to say.”
Connor leaned on the bar next to him. “Not the remote one. No, we’re not allowed to say.”
“What’s this now?” Gently set his Guinness down, a puzzled smile on his face.
“Hold on,” Aydin saw, a slightly dazed, Luc coming back in and beckoned him over. Sending Connor a ‘I know what you did’ glare. When Luc reached him, Aydin pulled him protectively under his arm and motioned to Connor. “Listen to this, Luc. Okay, Con. You may proceed.”