Pure smut

            

            The alarm woke Ben, and he felt Eli shift, hearing his low groan as he snugged closer, pulling blankets over his head. Ben smirked, rolling away to turn the alarm off, and Eli groaned again. “Bennn,” he whined, quietly, and Ben rolled back and on top of him, his weight pinning him to the bed as he ground his hips down against Eli’s.

            Eli’s groan was a little less filled with distaste now, more with desire. Ben pressed a hard kiss to his lips.

           

            “Well, now that you’re up, go shower please,” he said. Eli’s brow furrowed in frustration and he leaned up to tug Ben back against him before Ben had moved away, and he clumsily kissed him. Ben bit his bottom lip hard and swatted his thigh as he shifted out of his grasp.

            “Now, Eli,” he said. “You’ve got work to do today,” he reminded him.

            “Ben! It’s Saturday! And I’m hard now, you asshole. Fuck me?” he said, an eyebrow rising temptingly, hips wiggling.

            Ben smacked his thigh again, shaking his head. “Shower. Make it cold if you know what’s good for you,” he warned. “And quit with the attitude.” Eli stuck his tongue out at the back of his head and slid from bed, heading to the bathroom.

            He showered in lukewarm water, unable to turn it to cold as Ben had suggested, but he lost his erection anyways. By the time he was out of the bathroom, he was grumbling and he muttered something about Ben being a cruel lover as he passed him on his way to their room. Ben only laughed and went to shower himself.

            When Ben came back out, Eli was lying on their bed, on his back, his cock erect again, moaning. When he saw Ben, he stilled his hand, smiling at him suggestively, but Ben wasn’t pleased. He moved to the closet, took his time pulling boxers and jeans on, before he sought out what he’d been looking for.

            He returned to the bed, where Eli had stopped jerking himself and was watching him with a little apprehensive frown. Ben showed him what he had brought out. It was a leather cock restraint, and even as Eli shifted uncomfortably, Ben explained what it was.

            “This will keep you from touching yourself, Elijah,” he said softly, tugging him forward. He strapped it around his waist, threading his lover’s cock through the hole. Eli gasped, moving into the touch with a murmured “Ben, please,” but Ben only proceeded to strap his lover’s member into the device, effectively pinning his cock up, immobile, with three straps and a fourth to hold his balls.

“I was hoping to save this for another day, when we weren’t in such a testy mood,” he said, stroking Eli’s thigh as he leaned down to kiss the head, teasing, and Eli lifted his hips up in protest, straining at the restraint.

            “Ben, Ben, please. I can’t, Ben. I can’t! I need you, please,” he whined. Ben kissed the soft flesh of his inner thigh and then stood, tugging Eli up off the bed. “Get some clothes on, please. Your tight jeans. I want to see everything. Then get downstairs for breakfast.”

            Eli whined, shaking his head, but he obeyed as Ben sought a shirt and then headed for the stairs. He looked at the offending thing in the mirror, his cock still erect and held immobile, and he gave a quiet sob as he tugged his pants on.

The fabric against his erection was titillating and his sob turned into a moan as he rubbed the fabric against his member before he finally did his pants up. He grabbed a shirt and descended the stairs, pulling it over his head as he went.

Ben had a quick breakfast ready as Eli hopped up on one of the barstools. He slid a bowl of oatmeal towards Eli, who glared at it but picked up his spoon. Ben settled beside him with his own bowl, groping his crotch as he passed, eliciting a moan from Eli.

“Ben. Fuck. Either fuck me or don’t touch me. Make up your freakin’ mind, please,” he said with a scowl. Ben smacked his thigh, not hard, but enough to make Eli jump a little, startled.

“Language, mister. And I’ll touch you all I like. You’re mine, Eli. All mine. And I’m gonna do what I will with you,” he told him. Eli shivered at the tone, a smile ghosting over his lips, and he shuddered at the feel of Ben’s hand on his groin again.

“O-okay. I’m sorry. I’m s-sorry, Ben!” he tried to shift away but Ben held him there, grinning at him. He leaned in to kiss his neck before he finally released him to eat his own oatmeal. Eli groaned, wriggling, trying to think of something—anything—else to get his mind off the memory of Ben’s hands on his crotch.

“Ben,” he whined as he finished his own oatmeal. Ben smiled as he took their bowls to the sink. “Hush. I don’t want to hear any whining,” he said. Eli pouted, watching him do the dishes.                       

           

“I’m going to head into work to grab a few things. I’ll only be gone for about half an hour, but while I’m gone I want you to run out and get the things I have on the list on the coffee table,” he said, motioning. Eli turned to look, pout deepening.

“Ben!” he whined. “Like this? I can’t! I can hardly think straight; how’m I supposed to walk straight?” he asked. Ben looked at him, an eyebrow rising. Eli frowned but quit whining.

“Yes Ben,” he murmured. Ben stepped past him to grab his sweater off the stool and he ruffled Eli’s hair. “Be good. Don’t forget anything on the list,” he said softly. Eli wriggled and slid off the chair, listening to the sounds of Ben putting shoes on, grabbing keys and the door shutting behind him. He groaned, awkwardly moving to the living room to grab the list as he listened to Ben’s car driving off.

“Fuckin’ jerk. Leaving me like this. I can’t go /out/ like this,” he whined, grumpily. The cat rubbed against his legs and he pushed it away gently with a foot. “Not now, cat.” It meowed but moved away and Eli donned a sweater and found his keys, heading for the door.

…

By the time Ben had collected his work and driven home, Eli was on his way home. He had gone to two different stores to collect all of the items on the list, anxious and scared someone would see through his pants to the restraint underneath. He had tried to go to the bathroom but wasn’t sure if he was allowed, so he had waited until he got home.

He spotted Ben, already busy doing chores, when he started carrying the groceries in. He huffed and took the bags that he could carry to the kitchen, leaving the trunk of his car open and Ben went to collect the rest. When he came inside, he pressed himself to Eli’s butt, wiggling his own hips against Eli. Eli squirmed away, starting to put things away.

“Ben, don’t. I hafta pee,” he said quietly. Ben didn’t seem to notice, turning him around, rubbing himself against his crotch. Eli pushed him back. “I hafta pee, Ben. Stop it,” he said. Ben frowned, hand snaking down the man’s chest to his stomach and then to his groin, squeezing hard. “What do you say?” he asked, squeezing his crotch again; Eli gasped and moved away, past him.

Ben followed as he went to the bathroom. He watched him slip the pants off and then saw him begin to undo the straps of the jock restraint and he stepped close and stopped him. “Ah, no. I didn’t say you could, did I?” he asked and Eli squirmed, trying to wriggle away as Ben clipped him back in.

“Ben! Ben, seriously. I need to pee, you don’t even know. I can’t hold it,” he whined. Ben shrugged, tugging him back out of the bathroom. His pants, which had fallen to his ankles, he left behind on the floor.

Ben made him finish the groceries with just the restraint on. Eli tried to focus on other things as he worked, which worked for a while, but when Ben took out a glass and turned the tap on, he lost it.

“Fuck it. I’m going to pee, Ben,” he announced with a whimper, dropping the container of margarine he was putting away and storming off. Ben watched him go, hesitated a moment and then followed, catching him halfway up the stairs.

“No, let me go, Ben, I’m not playing your stupid fucking game. I hafta pee, right now. Let GO!” he shouted, wrenching free. Ben caught the railing and Eli ran up the last of the steps and slammed the bathroom door. Ben followed a minute later, knocking at the door.

“Go away, Ben. I’m not playing,” he said, pouting.

“Open the door, Eli,” he ordered and Eli, apprehensive, moved to open it. His hand was already on the first strap and he had tears in his eyes. Ben moved to take his arm and Eli sobbed and stepped back.

“Ben,” he pleaded, and Ben caught him close and undid the straps finally, letting Eli’s cock free, and the man gave a relieved sob, moving quickly to the toilet to relieve himself. Ben didn’t release his cock and after Eli was finished, he jerked him for a while before he strapped him back in.

“Go finish the groceries. /Ask/ next time, please. I told you I didn’t want attitude today,” Ben said. Eli resisted a retort and murmured a quiet ‘yes Ben,” before he disappeared down the stairs. Ben chuckled to himself and made his way downstairs after him, helping him with the chores and groceries.

The next few hours, Ben worked on making Eli hot and bothered before he fucked him. He made Eli finish the groceries and other chores after that in only the restraint and he periodically descended upon him to touch or kiss him, making Eli simultaneously frustrated and horny.

By the time Ben finally dragged him away from the last of the chores and up the stairs, Eli was more than ready to be ravaged. Ben pushed him down on the bed, not gently, and Eli moaned as he squirmed over onto his back. Ben swatted his thigh and Eli yelped, wriggling.

“On your stomach, Eli. I didn’t say you could turn over,” Ben scolded. Eli wriggled his hips tantalizingly, and Ben narrowly missed smacking his thigh as Eli hurried back onto his stomach with a whine. He rubbed himself against the sheets as Ben undressed, until Ben descended upon him to straddle his hips, leaning down to nip at his shoulder blade.

“Eli, lie still. Don’t make me ask again,” he ordered. Eli heard the command in his voice and stilled, shivering slightly as Ben danced his fingers up and down his spine.

“Ben, Ben, please,” he whined, but Ben only smirked and shifted off of his younger lover, settling beside him on his knees. Eli turned his head to look back at him, waiting for his touch to return, and Ben smiled, leaning up to kiss him gently.

“Ben, please! I can’t…please.” Ben chuckled.

“Patience, brat. I’m getting to it.”

Eli squirmed, biting his hand as he waited what seemed like an eternity—but in reality was only a moment as Ben crawled away and grabbed the bottle of lube and returned. Eli felt his fingers on his back again and he moved into the touch, moaning brokenly as his hand fell lower, tracing the lines of his butt cheeks and then parting them. The cool air startled Eli and he whined until Ben’s fingers sought his entrance.

He practically melted, pushing back against his fingers, not caring for lubricant. Ben leaned down to kiss his thigh with a breathy laugh. “Ben! Ben, fuck me, fuck me, please! I can’t be patient, I can’t, you hafta fuck me!” Eli sobbed, and Ben bit his thigh, marking him.

“Hush. I’m gonna fuck you in good time. Let me ravage you first,” he purred, and Eli hummed, letting out a sob as he bit down on his bottom lip, nodding obediently. He couldn’t resist rubbing himself against the sheets, though it did little good as his erection could only strain at the restraint.

Ben smiled to himself, slowly and thoroughly lubing his index and middle fingers, applying a generous amount to Eli’s entrance before he pushed past the guardian muscle and impaled him, leisurely, on his two fingers. He refused to move his fingers until he heard Eli’s sharp intake of breath and then he scissored gently, lifting Eli’s hips a little so he had access to his balls.

Eli moaned at the dual touches, not sure which to pay more attention to, and then too soon that option was repealed as Ben retracted his hand from his balls to run over his butt, his fingers scissoring a little more quickly now. Eli pressed back into the touch with a moan and Ben swatted his butt gently, quickly removing his fingers.

“Still, Eli. I’m not gonna go on until you’re still,” he warned and Eli whimpered as he forced his body to still. Ben added more lubricant and added a third finger, causing Eli to shudder a little, moaning loudly. Ben smiled, not wasting time before he added a fourth and when Eli started whimpering again, begging, he added more lube and slowly guided his fist past the tight ring.

He raised the man’s hips and Eli eagerly shifted up. Ben took his time, listening to Eli’s moaning as he squirmed back against his fist and he didn’t still him this time. He caressed his tight balls, running his finger over the sensitive perineum between anus and balls, all the while moving his fist inside him slowly, sensually, hearing Eli’s throaty moans.

“Beautiful, Eli, you’re so beautiful,” he commented, his own erection standing against his stomach. Eli gasped when Ben’s fingers found his prostate, shivering as Ben lifted his hips further and grasped his straining erection through the restraint.

“Oh God! Ben! Ben, please, please, I can’t, you have to fuck me, please, fuck me; I’m so hard,” he whined. Ben moaned himself, finally undoing the first strap of the restraint. Eli whimpered, pressing forward into Ben’s hand and then back again onto his fist with a loud whine. “Ben! Please,” he begged, and Ben undid the second strap, releasing his cock a little more.

Eli ground against his hand, spilling sticky precum and for a few moments Ben removed his hand, leaving Eli to impale himself back on his fist as he cleaned his fingers of the sticky mess, chuckling softly before he trailed his wet fingers up his spine and back down.

Eli pressed back against him hard, making a noise somewhere between a moan and a whimper and Ben’s cock jumped at the sound. He sucked on his fingers a moment longer and then returned his hand to Eli’s cock, teasing him a little longer before he released the third strap and stroked his cock. Eli’s whining was making him hard and he was afraid he’d cum before he was even finished.

Eli didn’t protest Ben’s movements for a few short moments as he moved back and forth between touches, until finally he had had enough and wanted—needed—release.

“Ben, Ben, I need you, please, please,” he whimpered and Ben leaned down to kiss him, impaling him harder on his fist. Eli moaned and Ben finally released the last strap, freeing Eli’s balls from the restraint.

Ben’s hand caught his cock and he started to stroke him, feeling Eli tightening around his hand in his butt, and he moaned at the sight of it, bucking his own hips up though they met with nothing. Eli started whimpering again, murmuring that he was close, so close, and Ben picked up the pace—pumping his cock harder and thrusting against his prostate faster.

All at once, Eli gave a breathless cry and came, hard, his whole body shuddering with his orgasm. Ben held back a cry of his own, glad he had no hands free or he would have surely followed Eli over the edge. He was quick to retract his hand from Eli, still stroking his cock as he impaled himself hard in Eli’s stretched entrance.

Eli moaned loudly at the invasion and obliged his lover, pressing back against him as Ben thrust into him, no longer teasing now. He set a quick pace, thrusting hard, one hand on Eli’s hip, the other bringing his cock back to life. Eli groaned, feeling Ben’s balls tighten against his own and then Ben was bringing them both over the edge, Eli gasping, Ben moaning his name as he shuddered out his own climax.

Eli collapsed first, bringing Ben down with him. Ben pulled out of him, still panting, and Eli turned onto his back, chest rising and falling heavily as he caught his breath. Ben smiled, laughing shakily as he stretched out and hooked Eli close to himself. Eli automatically wound his leg with one of Ben’s, pressing close.

He was still breathing hard a few minutes later when Ben dropped a kiss on his temple. “Want this thing off?” he asked him, fingers trailing down to the offending harness, still around his waist. Eli shrugged tiredly, but when Ben shifted to take it off, he gave a little contented sigh.

Ben tugged it off and slid out of bed, kissing Eli’s hip as he went. He returned the item to the closet and went to clean himself up, bringing a warm washcloth back from the bathroom. He cleaned a compliant and sleepy Eli easily, dropping another kiss to his stomach before he simply dropped the cloth over the edge of the bed.

Eli latched back onto him when he moved back, tugging the blankets over both of them. Eli yawned beatifically, wriggling a little uncomfortably, stiffly, against Ben’s warmth. “Ben, so good,” he purred, winding his arms around Ben’s neck. Ben smirked, kissing his temple.

“So /so/ good, Benny. Ohh, I don’t think I’m gonna walk again ‘til tomorrow,” he said, nuzzling his neck. Ben grinned, hands moving down to caress his butt and Eli backed up into his hands obediently, moaning quietly against his throat.

Ben felt his cock twitch in response to Eli’s moan but he wasn’t ready for another round and so he moved his hands up, rubbing his lower back instead. Eli very readily relaxed into his touch, and just as he was drifting off, Ben whispered: “we’ve gotta go to your parents’ in about an hour. I’ll wake you in a bit,” and Eli nodded, mouth open in a quiet yawn as he nestled closer.

“Yeah, Ben, m’kay.”