Chapter 19
The cape was an excellent idea, Benji decided as he reached the doorway.
He didn’t like the idea of a veil. But the dark green cape looked amazing as he strode down the narrow carpet that led up to the small cluster of pews filled with the very few people who had been allowed to attend their wedding.
There was Max, of course. He was stupidly adorable in his little ringbearer outfit, even if he kept pretending like he was going to drop the rings.
Loretta, Noah’s childhood maid. Riona, his driver, chattering to Loretta so fast she looked shellshocked.
Tia, their officiant, who was so sparkly she was literally dripping glitter.
And Daphne, who was picking Tia’s glitter out of her champagne and gasping over something Tia was showing her on her phone.
They all looked up as Benji entered with a bouquet clutched in his sweaty hands. Benji fought back the knee-jerk instinct to hide as they all grinned at him.
Then he looked straight ahead, and the instinct to hide fell away.
Noah waited for him at the end of the aisle.
He looked at Benji with such awestruck love and pride that Benji couldn’t bring himself to care that he was tearing up in front of everyone he cared about.
He couldn’t care that he was beaming like an idiot or that his steps were speeding up.
He only cared about Noah and their life together that awaited them.
Benji reached the end of the aisle and let Max take his flowers, never taking his eyes off Noah. In turn, Noah’s gaze dropped to Benji’s neck.
The collar was hidden under a bowtie and high lapels, but they both knew it was there. The solid weight of it around Benji’s neck was comforting every time he dragged in a breath.
“You look like a dork,” Max whispered from beside him.
Benji pretended like he was going to swat the pillow that held their rings. Max squawked and held it safely out of the way.
Tia cleared her throat loudly. She was practically bouncing from foot to foot with excitement. She had become an officiant as a joke in college, but she’d never had the chance to marry anyone before.
“Friends,” she began. “Romans. Countrymen. We gather here today to celebrate the union of our dear friends Benjamin Caulfield and Noah Stern. I’ve been asked to keep this short, and I one hundred percent will, but I think we can all say that we’re super proud of both of them and we can’t wait for them to start their new lives together. ”
Daphne whooped. Max moved like he was going to pump his fist in the air, only for the ring-laden pillow to tip violently, making him grab it again.
“Hell yeah,” Tia said, her voice clogged. She sniffed and motioned to Noah. “Would the first groom like to say his vows?”
Noah took Benji’s hands. They were warm and smooth, and they sent a fissure of pleasure right into Benji’s heart.
“Benjamin,” Noah began, looking at him with an unwavering intensity that Benji would never get used to.
“I’ve spent my whole life trying to love moderately.
Sometimes I even succeeded. Then you came into my life, and it became impossible.
Your beauty, your sweetness, your snarkiness, your big heart—I fell immediately.
People ask me if I’m worried I’m moving too fast. With anyone else, I would say yes.
But not with you. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.
And now that I’ve found you, I’m not letting go. ”
Benji’s eyeliner was thoroughly ruined now. He wiped at his eyes, unable to stop himself from grinning through his tears as Tia passed the vows to him.
“I can’t believe I’m here,” Benji blurted. “I’ve been looking for you, too. I’d never admit it, but god, you’re all I’ve ever wanted. And that terrified me, how much I wanted you. But not anymore. You helped me see that I—I don’t have to be scared anymore. Because you’ve got me.”
Max stepped up with the rings. He didn’t look uncomfortable at all the emotion, like Benji had expected. He looked downright gleeful, all but shoving the rings in their hands.
The rest of the ceremony passed in a blur.
It was short, like Tia had mentioned, mostly because neither man could wait to make Benji come for the first time in a month, although they kept this fact from most of their guests.
Their wedding rings settled onto their fingers, everyone clapped, and Noah pulled Benji into their first and only dance of the night.
Benji let Noah hold him tight. The others were half-watching, half-crowding around the towering table of cake: a beautiful six-layer cake decorated with golden candied roses that glided down the cake in a waterfall.
It was very impressive, and Benji tried to be hungry for it.
But Noah was gliding his finger over the small of Benji’s back, only a few inches away from where Benji wanted him most.
His cock jerked pitifully in his chastity cage.
Benji ignored it, trying to focus on Noah twirling him around the dance floor.
He should luxuriate in his wedding. It was small and intimate, just like he wanted.
It was short, also like he wanted: in and out, no fuss, no paparazzi, not even any small talk.
It was practically perfect, so he should at least finish the dance and have some cake before he ran away with Noah to end his full month of no orgasms.
Noah nosed at his cheek. “Do you want cake after this?”
“No,” Benji said before he could stop himself.
Noah hummed, a smile growing on his face as he twirled them in a lazy circle on the polished dance floor, which was big enough for a hundred people but tonight hosted only two.
“Do you want to finish this song?” Noah asked. “Or do you want me to take you away and make you come so many times you can’t form words?”
“Second option,” Benji said instantly.
Noah’s sly smile turned into a grin so fond that Benji had to fight the urge to look away from it.
He had spent so much time being afraid of the force of Noah’s love.
But he had no reason for that now. Even if some small part of him still whispered that it would go away, that Noah deserved better, he knew those voices were full of shit.
Noah hadn’t lied during those vows. He wasn’t letting Benji go.
Twenty minutes later, they tumbled into their apartment with their shirts already hanging open. Benji had started pawing at Noah in the elevator, too pent-up to do anything else after Noah spent the whole ride home stroking Benji’s inner thigh.
Noah nodded distractedly at the clothes they were shedding in the front hall. “We need to pick those up before Max gets back from the sleepover tomorrow.”
Benji ignored him, fumbling for Noah’s belt.
“And hang up your cape,” Noah said. “I want to keep that.”
“You can tie me up with it later,” Benji promised. He felt drunk, even though he hadn’t touched the champagne flutes that had only just been carried out when they left.
“I told—” Noah paused to kiss Benji’s chin, then panted into his neck. “I told Daphne to save us some cake.”
“Fuck the cake,” Benji said. “Make me come.”
Noah laughed, bright and loose and so full of delight that it made Benji focus on something other than his blinding horniness. He paused in the middle of undoing Noah’s belt to look into his face, basking in the wonderful glow of Noah’s happiness, all of it aimed directly at him.
Noah’s eyes went soft. He could tell why Benji had stopped. He stroked Benji’s face, and Benji suddenly felt like the most treasured thing in existence.
Then Noah’s grip hardened around his chin. “Strip and get on the bed.”
Benji moaned. He took a moment to lean into Noah’s grip, excited and grateful and so, so in love.
Then he ran for the bedroom, flicking on the light.
He stumbled over his own feet in his haste to get on the bed, yanking his pants and fancy boots off before lying naked on the bed, chest heaving, naked except for the chastity cage around his soft cock and the collar around his neck.
Noah stepped into the room, still wearing his slacks. Benji huffed a dazed laugh as he noticed what Noah was carrying: Benji's wedding cape. he’d doubled back to grab it from the apartment floor.
“Hands together,” Noah instructed.
Benji clasped his hands over his head eagerly. Noah tied his wrists together, and Benji pulled just to feel the soft material against his skin. Every touch was magnified: the sheets against his bare back, Noah’s hand resting on his hip.
“Please,” Benji said. He canted his hips up, the plastic cage brushing Noah’s clothed thigh.
For a moment, Noah leaned back, staring down at him with wonder. The wonder was still there as he ran his hands down Benji’s stomach, down the fine hairs, and onto his groin, where his cock had been trapped in plastic for a whole month.
“A month was pretty ambitious,” Noah admitted as Benji whimpered. He closed his hand around the screw. “Let’s get this off of you, baby.”
Benji shook with excitement as Noah unscrewed the chastity belt. Then the pressure was gone, and Noah bent down to take Benji’s cock in his mouth, holding Benji down as he writhed.
Noah hummed around Benji’s hardening length and pulled off. “Forgot how fun it was, watching you get hard. Usually, you’re hard as soon as I touch you. So desperate for me.”
“Well, now I fucking am,” Benji said. He meant it to be joking, but it came out as a whine.
Noah licked Benji’s cockhead apologetically. Benji tipped his head back into the pillows, dizzy from how fast he was getting hard.
Then the touch on his cock was gone. Noah leaned over him, fitting a finger into the O-ring in Benji’s collar and tugging absentmindedly before kissing him. Then he pulled back, reaching for the lube on the nightstand.
“I’m going to do whatever the fuck I want to you now,” Noah said warmly, skating his lubed fingers down Benji’s navel. “Because you’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” Benji said, delirious with joy.
“I’m yours…?” Noah trailed off pointedly.
Benji gasped as Noah’s slick fingers entered him. Two of them, thick and fast, curling up until they hit that spot that made Benji’s toes curl.
“Daddy,” Benji managed, his cock throbbing in time with his pounding heartbeat. “I’m yours, Daddy.”
Noah pressed a kiss against his forehead.
His words were low and commanding, but his tone was so gentle.
The silk was soft against Benji’s wrists, and Noah’s fingers kept pressing against that spot inside him as he fingered him.
Because Noah might be doing whatever he wanted, but at the end of the day, what he wanted was to fill Benji with so much pleasure he couldn’t take it.
Noah stretched him quickly, then pulled his fingers out and placed his cock against Benji’s entrance. There was no easing him into it like he often did, just a long, rapid slide, like he couldn’t wait to get inside him. They both groaned as Noah bottomed out, his balls flush against Benji’s ass.
“You can take it,” Noah said. But there was a silent question in his eyes.
Benji rocked against him, making them both groan again. “I can! I can take it. I can—”
He cut off with a cry as Noah slammed into him, pulling the O-ring in his collar until it went taut against his throat.
“My beautiful boy,” Noah panted, staring deep into Benji’s eyes as he fucked him. “You lasted all month. You wanted it so much. Every time I fucked you, I watched you talk yourself into lasting one more day. I’m so proud of you, baby.”
Benji keened. He’d felt wild before, but now he was slipping into something simpler. Sweeter. That down-deep calm that nobody but Noah could get him to access. That impossible feeling of safety and comfort, even when Noah was fucking him so hard the bed creaked.
Noah dropped his head to Benji’s neck, thrusting faster.
“Can’t believe you did that for me,” Noah mumbled into his neck. “I kept wondering if it was too much.”
“Never,” Benji gasped.
It was a lie. They both knew it. Safewords existed for a reason, and Benji would surely have to use his sometime.
But Benji knew what Noah was saying underneath it, and what Benji was saying in kind: Noah would never be too much for him.
Benji would take all he had to offer, and gladly, for the rest of their lives.
Noah groaned, pressing Benji into the sheets. He was losing control in a way Benji rarely saw. He wondered how many people had gotten to see Noah like this and decided that it was probably the number of people who had seen Benji with his walls down: very fucking few.
Benji’s orgasm was coming on him so fast.
Benji let himself go limp. He turned his face into Noah’s cheek.
“Daddy,” he said. “Let me come? I’ve been so good.”
Noah laughed shakily. “You have, sweetheart. So impossibly fucking good for me. Now say please.”
“Please,” Benji said instantly.
Noah kissed him. A moment later, Benji felt Noah’s big hand close around his cock. Benji came before Noah even had time to tighten his grip.
Pleasure flowed over Benji in uncontrollable waves. His vision tunneled. His ears rang. Someone was sobbing, but it sounded so far away compared to the intensity of the sensations coursing through him.
Nothing felt this good. The kind of good that would have terrified him once, scared by its intensity and the idea that he would never have it again. Now he just clung to Noah and trusted that when he came back to himself, Noah would be there.
For some time, Benji drifted. When he opened his eyes again, the room was dark except for a single lamp on the nightstand. His collar was gone. His skin was clean, apart from a smudge of come drying on his inner thighs.
Noah lay behind him, his arms around Benji’s torso. His cock was hard and wet against Benji’s back, rubbing lazily.
Benji shifted in his grip with a sleepy noise.
Noah’s grip tightened, holding him in place. “Finally,” he murmured, kissing the nape of Benji’s neck. “I wasn’t done with you yet. One more, husband?”
The word made Benji light up inside. He never realized how happy it would make him until he heard it in Noah’s mouth.
Benji hummed contentedly, lifting Noah’s hand from his chest to press a kiss to his knuckles. This was the man who had clicked Benji’s awful sugar-baby ad. The man who had seen right through his walls and made Benji admit what he wanted. The only man Benji was easy for.
“For you?” Benji said. “Always.”