Chapter 9 Cain
CAIN
As anxious to fully connect with Benji as he was with me, I guided him to his bedroom. It wasn’t just about scratching an itch but as confirmation of the fast but permanent bond that neither of us could ignore any longer.
He pressed his back to the door, and I watched his hands tremble as he reached for the hem of his T-shirt. Benji hesitated as if waiting for me to take the lead.
“Let me help, baby.” I stepped closer and placed my hands on either side of his waist. Before anything went further, I kissed him with a hunger so deep I’d never realized it was there.
I didn’t just strip him.
I undid him.
Button by button, sleeve by sleeve, I unraveled each layer to make this moment last. His eyes never left mine as I peeled away his jeans, and he kicked them off with a desperate groan.
My own clothes came off slower. I wanted him to see every scar, every hair, every line and plane that made me who I was.
As expected, he kept his eyes locked on my chest with awe.
And when we were both finally bare, I just stood there, giving us both a minute to see what we were about to experience.
We were both hard, but we had to take a pause. There were still things to discuss. "Do you have condoms?" I had one in my wallet, but I needed to know he was prepared and that he understood the seriousness beneath the heat.
His eyes went wide for a second, not with fear but with the delighted panic of someone who knew the answer when called on by a teacher. “Yes!”
He bounded across the room and reemerged from the bathroom with a condom clutched in his fist, grinning sheepishly. The way he was so eager to please, so unashamed—made my chest ache with something dangerously close to love.
"Good boy." The words left my mouth before I could decide to say them, but there was nothing performative about it.
He beamed up at me, pausing only to grab a bottle of lube from his nightstand drawer. "Now we have everything we need." He sounded so proud it made me want to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.
I pulled him to me again, this time not letting him escape my grasp.
I kissed him deeply, hungrily, trying to say with my mouth what my heart hadn’t found the language for yet.
My fingers found their way into his hair, then down his back, and when his cock pressed against my thigh, I felt my own twitch.
Benji made this little noise that made me feel like I was the only man who had ever touched him in this way. Not literally, but maybe emotionally. I hoped emotionally.
At some point we tumbled onto the bed, limbs tangling, until I braced myself above him, holding my weight as I looked down at his face.
My sweet boy was flushed and eager and so happy it almost hurt to look at him. He reached for my cock and just held me as if testing the heft of it, and then he blinked up at me in disbelief. "You're big." He bit his lip, awestruck. "I can't wait."
"I'll take it slow, baby." I ran my hand down his chest and over his belly, stopping only when I was teasing the soft hair above his dick. Then I traced the seam between his balls and his body, just to watch him shiver. "And you’re in charge, sweet boy. You tell me when to go and when to stop."
He wrinkled his nose, sassy even now. "Can I tell you when to start? Because the answer is now. Start now."
I laughed, then swatted his hip. “Patience, baby. I’m having fun here.”
Then I bent to kiss him again. Benji moaned into my mouth, arching his body into me, rutting a little just to get more friction. The neediness of it was almost embarrassing, except that it was perfectly right and the most honest thing I’d ever seen.
I slicked up my fingers and pressed one gently inside him, watching his face for signs of discomfort. But he just sucked in a sharp breath and gripped my wrist, holding me there. "More," he gasped. "I can take it."
I worked him open slowly with two fingers and then three.
Once I could see the tension in his body melt into something looser and hungrier, I knew he was really ready.
The sounds he made were shameless and so fucking beautiful.
By the time I rolled the condom on, he was grinding his ass against the bedsheets, chasing every sensation and desperate for more.
When I finally pushed inside, he gasped but then rocked his hips up to meet me. He was so tight it nearly made me come, but I held steady, inching forward until I was fully sheathed inside him.
For a long moment, we just stayed like that, connected, chests heaving, sweat prickling on our skin.
I started slowly, letting him set the rhythm.
Every thrust was met with a greedy, insistent roll of his hips, and every time I leaned down to kiss him, he bit my lip and pulled me closer.
It was filthy and sweet at the same time.
He wrapped his legs around my back, digging in his heels as if terrified I’d leave before he was done with me.
We fucked slowly at first, savoring every second, and then faster until the bedframe thudded rhythmically against the wall, and I was close to losing control.
Benji grabbed his cock and started stroking it, fast and sloppy, with his eyes locked on mine as he did. "Daddy, you’re making me come." His body seized up as he shot between our bellies, splattering both of us with warmth.
That was it for me. I pressed in deep and came harder than I had in years, my whole body shaking over his.
He clung to me, his nails digging crescents into my shoulders, and I realized I never wanted this to end.
Afterwards, we lay tangled together, sticky and spent, breathing each other’s air. I pulled the condom off and disposed of it, then cleaned us up with my T-shirt from the floor.
He rolled onto his side, facing me with a lazy, satisfied grin.
So I said what I knew to be true. "You’re mine, Benji."
He shot me a playful glare and wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me close until our foreheads touched. "You’re mine, Daddy. Now and forever."