The power of Ben’s words was unexpected and electrifying. The heat and need they inspired threatened to consume him as unadulterated lust exploded throughout Kerr's body. He nodded curtly, agreeing with Ben's instruction. It would be his pleasure to comply. He'd never felt so empowered while being ordered around. He needed to act.
“Finish your blood,” he instructed gruffly, breaking away from Ben to stand up beside the bed. He flicked the covers off onto the floor while he waited, leaving the mattress a vast, open playground for them to take full advantage of. He took the empty glass when it was offered and placed it on his bedside table before he pulled the lube out of his drawer. He didn’t need it yet but he brought it with him as he crawled back onto the bed.
He didn’t bother with words or niceties, though. He was in charge and he'd do this the way he wanted. The way he needed. To give him room to manoeuvre, he pushed Ben close to the headboard and onto his back, positioning himself between his legs. Instead of letting him have his freedom, Kerr held Ben’s ankles, forcing them apart and back until his heels nudged his ass, his knees bent sharply. It wouldn’t be a comfortable position, especially when Kerr came up onto his knees and used this hold to leverage himself forward.
He took Ben’s cock in his mouth in one motion, sliding up and down with slow deliberation before bobbing with more gusto. This, he did want to be pleasant. Despite restricting Ben’s leg movements, he had the ability to thrust his hips if he wanted and was allowed to fuck Kerr’s mouth as fast or as deep as he wished. Kerr savoured the feel of his lover’s silken shaft pressing hard into the restriction of his throat, enjoying himself as well. He worked it, swallowing to tighten around Ben’s cock, savouring the way it made him shudder.
After he’d glided up and down enough to get Ben nice and hard, Kerr pressed the ball of his tongue stud to his frenulum, rolling and pressing it with a rhythm Ben easily picked up on, using the roof of his mouth to rub the head of his cock with increasing friction while his tongue pulsed expertly. It was a well-practised move and Kerr could feel the precum slicking him up as sucking Ben amped up his level of arousal as well. He wanted more, though, and the angry thing lashing its tail inside him wasn’t satisfied yet.
Without preamble (and because he could tell Ben was getting close - but he loved the way Ben seemed to be worrying Kerr wouldn't even fuck him like he'd asked; it was another form of punishment), Kerr pulled away and straightened. He took a moment to admire the beauty of Ben’s cock, glinting and slick with his spit, waving about and pulsing wantonly as it was abandoned without warning, before he used his grip on Ben’s ankles to flip him over. He grabbed his hips and lifted him onto his knees, sitting down on his heels as Ben braced himself on his elbows or arranged a pillow under his chest or whatever he was doing. Kerr didn’t particularly care. He liked it.
Kerr squeezed lube along the length of his huge cock, using his other hand to stroke it and smear it around. He wondered idly how big Saraekiel was and was confident he was bigger. There hadn’t been much filling his pants from what Kerr had been able to tell when they’d met. He also wondered idly how big Cain’s cock was and felt a spear of lust as he imagined it pumping into him. That was a much tastier contemplation.
Once he was slick with lube, Kerr poured some onto two fingers and used it to lubricate Ben’s hole. He pressed inside and twisted them, not bothering to scissor so much as ensure the entrance to his tunnel was properly wet. He squirted some more on his fingers and did it again for good measure, loving the way it made Ben gasp and squirm because he wasn't being careful. He then closed the lube and tossed it aside.
Coming back up onto his knees, Kerr positioned himself behind Ben, shuffling forward until his head was prodding his puckered opening, guiding his cock into position. Ram yourself into me so hard that I'll ache, he'd said. Kerr gripped Ben's hips, closing his eyes and taking a moment to savour the delight those words provoked in him before he thrust. Once. Hard. Unrelentingly.
Kerr cried out exultantly as he shoved his cock all the way into Ben's resistant hole in that one swift move. He'd never felt anything so tight and good and the wonder of it zinged all the way to his toes before it arced up his spine like lightning. He shuddered, taking a moment to register the absolute sweetness of being buried to his balls without preamble, without consideration, but with permission. It was fucking phenomenal.
He heard Ben making noises as he pulled back and thrust again, starting up a rhythm that he liked. There was pain in that tone - Kerr couldn't help but react to it - but there was pleasure, too. It was that which spurred Kerr onward. Releasing Ben's hips after a few hard thrusts, Kerr arched forward over Ben's back instead. He braced his hands on each of Ben's shoulders, his thumbs digging into his neck. Pressing most of his weight into bearing Ben down (it wasn't like he needed to breathe), Kerr spread his knees a little wider, bracing himself. And then he began thrusting properly.
Fucking Ben was always a joy. Fucking him with abandon? That was pure ecstasy.
Kerr started hard and he continued that way, thrusting and withdrawing until he felt he'd fully gouged a cock-sized hole deep into Ben's insides. Then he tapped into his celerity. His hips pistoned back and forth in a blur and it was all he could do to contain himself long enough to enjoy the ride. He cried out loudly, his voice a groaning, thrashing ululation as the intensity built exponentially. It went faster than he'd ever experienced it, causing shivers to roll across his body, lighting him up like he was made of pure energy, inspiring and filling him with awe. It was the most intense feeling he'd ever had and it was unstoppable. It was all he could do to hang onto Ben; he strongly suspected he could've gone into orbit in that moment if he hadn't.
When it came (too soon), his orgasm felt like it ripped through the fabric of time and space itself - and took him with it. He was forced to slow down just to catch it, otherwise it would've departed without him. He wasn't too aware of himself by that stage but he screamed his utter joy as wave after wave of insanity-invoking pleasure rolled through him. His hips slowed only once the thrashing of the rest of his body did and he felt like he was floating and flying and falling all at once. It was insane and beautiful.
Eventually, Kerr came to a stop and disengaged. With some difficulty, he crawled past and collapsed on the bed beside Ben, so entirely spent that he could barely open his eyes - but that was exactly the moment he realised that, for all the pleasure he was feeling, Ben would be in an equal amount of pain. His eyes flew open in fear and he half sat up to inspect his love worriedly. "Are you okay?" he asked urgently.
