Chapter 17 #2
One hard slap on his ass has Luka whimpering low. He slapped his ass again, harder, and Luka’s body went rigid, and Benson caught a tear slipping from his eye.
“Safeword, baby, if you have to. I promise not to be mad about it.”
“I’m fine,” he said in a shaking voice. “Please don’t stop.”
Another spank, another, until his hand was bright red and stinging. Another, another, and he felt the heat coming off Luka’s ass and his hand like he was standing inside a fireplace.
He stopped after a couple more and brought Luka into his arms, clenching him, kissing over his tear-streaked face. “I love you so much, Luka. I’m so happy.”
Nodding against his chest, Luka whispered, “I’m happy too. I’m so happy.”
He’d planned beforehand for the hotel to deliver a tree, balls, lights and the packages he’d had sent ahead of their arrival. He was in the bedroom, keeping Luka distracted at the time arranged for them to come into the suite.
Luka was on his back, legs and arms spread wide; lips parted with his huffing breath. With the doors closed, they couldn’t hear what was happening in the living area of the suite, but he would not take any chances.
Benson had a pair of noise-canceling earphones, and he set his phone on a long playlist. Not only did it solve the problem of the Christmas surprise, but it was kinky.
He’d take Luka’s hearing, his sight with the blindfold he had next to the earphones, and a bandana to cut off the screams he hoped to invoke from Luka.
After he got all those things in place, he manipulated Luka’s body to be open for him again, getting his legs and arms spread, his dick straight back, barely touching his abdomen it was so hard.
“My baby, God, you’ve improved my life. You’ve made me so happy, and I’m going to do so much to keep you happy in this hard world. I swear it,” he said to the man who couldn’t see him.
There was something about it, having him like that, open for Benson to do anything to him, feeling that total trust Luka gave him, and his chest warmed. It was big, so, so big. Luka’s love was making him humble, making him grateful in ways he never thought he’d feel.
A man who had no joy in him, and he’d, in such a short time, had given that man away to invite a happy self. He was planning on kids, on the dogs, on a home, all the things both has always wanted.
Taking Luka’s cock into his hand, he stroked him, brushing the happy tears from his cheeks with the other hand. Arching his back, wriggling, Luka was showing his enjoyment, and Benson laughed, though Luka couldn’t hear.
“I love your dick, baby. It’s so nice,” he said, staring at the reddening cock in his hand. It was a nice size, at least seven inches, and had beautiful thick veins that showed purple against the shaft.
He bent over to take it into his mouth, closing his eyes as he sucked his baby slowly, taking the cock deep in his throat. He tasted as good as he looked, so sweet, salty, lovely.
Languishing in the blowjob, Luka tried to let out long moans, but the bandana stopped the noise from flowing far. He was clutching at the blankets, digging his heels into the mattress, but he didn’t move enough to cause Benson to stop him.
He truly was a good boy.
By the time Benson was inside him, Luka had already come, and he quivered gently. Benson took down the gag so they could share kiss after kiss, and Benson took his breath into himself, living on it.
Their bodies close together, their skin heated, they were one. Sure, they’d be married, but that didn’t mean they weren’t already one. One body, one soul — that was Benson and Luka. The man who had changed his entire world.
He pushed in deep, moving his hips in a rolling way, making love to the man of his dreams. So tight, Luka’s ass was, and more so as he clung to Benson and clenched his ass. He was kissing Benson desperately, digging his fingertips into Benson’s back.
This was them and it would always be them. Connected, physically and emotionally. Lovingly.
He came, and it was the most intense orgasm he ever had, leaving him trembling in Luka’s arms. Luka took off the earphones and blindfold, and held him in the bed, panting from the exertion and kissing over Benson’s face.
“That was wonderful. God, you’re so damn good in bed.”
“Stop flattering me,” Benson said, laughing. “I’m in desperate need of water. Can you go grab my bottle off the chair?”
“Sure, of course,” he hurried to say. Benson rolled off him, and Luka got up, little ass giggling as he rushed to the bedroom doors, throwing them open to see the Christmas wonderland waiting for him.
“Benson! What the hell? How’d you do this?”
Benson got off the bed and grabbed both robes from the bathroom hooks before heading in to see Luka, like a little kid, kneeling on the floor, shaking packages. “This is too much! There must be twenty presents!”
“I think it was twenty-five at last count.”
“Oh God! Okay, come on, let’s open them!”
Benson threw him the robe and then got them both a glass of scotch. Luka ignored his for the moment, tearing into the first package. What he found was a mostly empty box with two tickets to Paris, set a year from then.
“Paris? For next Christmas?”
“Yes. I wanted to convey—”
“That you planned to be with me for that long. It’s kind of obvious,” he said before getting up and kissing Benson sweetly. “I love it.”
“Good. There are more to open.”
“I need to get mine for you,” Luka whispered before running for the bedroom. He dragged in one suitcase he’d brought along with them, unzipping it quickly and setting out the gifts under the tree. “I didn’t get you twenty-five, but five isn’t bad.”
“Five is terribly generous, and not all the twenty-five are just for you. They’re for our home. I was going to leave them out if you nixed the house and the move,” he said with a nervous laugh.
“Yeah, right, like I’d do that. Okay, good! Let’s do one each, like it’s supposed to be.”
Benson knew what that meant. All those years, Luka dreamed of it, like he had, having a lot of gifts and going around the room as the family opened them. Like on TV, like they heard from friends.
Benson opened one gift Luka had given him, and he pulled out a beautiful silver picture frame with a picture of the two of them in it. Benson let the box drop, staring at it, remembering the day.
It had been one of the first dates they’d had, sitting in Central Park, watching the leaves changing. He even saw that in the background; the leaves changing golden, and it framed their smiling faces.
One of the first times he knew that he’d never be so happy as how he felt when he was with Luka. “I love this so much. I absolutely love this, Luka. I’ll treasure it.”
“That was the day I knew for sure I loved you.”
Benson smiled, loving that they both knew at the same time. “Me too.”
Luka opened his gift and pulled out a pen and a notebook of pages with his name at the top. “To write notes for your writing.”
“I love it!”
Another gift was the laptop he’d researched for a month. “That is full of all the writing and editing software you need, and those apps are paid for, for five years, so you needn’t worry about it.”
“This is perfect. I’ve wanted one of these for years. The best computer for writing. You must have done your research.”
“I have great IT people working for me.”
The last gift Benson had to get from the drawer. Luka stared at their rings, crying, and he said, “Daddy, this was the best day of my life. The dogs, this, everything. I…”
“I’m happy too, baby. I’m so happy too.”