Placed in front of Lazarus caught Ben's attention as soon as he saw him again. His gaze pleaded with the blond Ancient but he specially didn't think anything at him like he had at the club because he knew Lazarus wouldn't be happy with him. He was mute and upset when Jake joined him on the floor, and the intimacy and touching was too much a juxtaposition of the cruelty from before. It left Ben confused and reeling, not grasping any words beyond the relevant: 'this is what this life is like'.
He better get used to it, then.
A hand rose to grip Jake's shoulder weakly, holding onto the arm that was reaching around and threatening to finger him. Ben didn't push him away or try. Instead he felt as the muscles moved and whimpered in his throat every time he thought that finger would enter without lube. There was pleasure in it, too, which he didn't want to admit but his body certainly responded to. He'd lost his erection from before but now it was coming back, fattening under Jake's teasing. Ben continued to breathe, a habit, and his breath shuddered beneath the touches, giving away the pleasure he felt.
Ben's free will had pretty much already vanished, but now he felt the compulsion to obey in a way that was separate from himself. He was aware of the change, that he was being dominated. He didn't know if he preferred this or the other. Actually, no. He preferred this, because now he didn't have to blame himself for giving in. Now he could just blame Jake. His dignity could remain intact.
He surrendered himself to it.
Crawling over Jake, he repeated the instruction, "No teeth, only suck," and he went to work immediately. His hand gripped the base of Jake's shaft and he licked the tip and played with the head with his lips while looking at Jake, like he'd asked. Slowly, Ben engulfed him, waiting for that moment where he was just about to choke... and he never did. At the sound of a zipper, he reached the base and pulled his hand away, holding himself up from the floor for better leverage and also to be able to look up Jake's body and make eye contact. He'd never managed to take someone that deep into his throat on the first stroke before - it had always been something he'd had to work up to. He developed a rhythm, undulating his tongue, moving his head to and fro even as he pulled back and pushed forth, not scraping his teeth gently on the underside like he sometimes did because no teeth, only suck. Ben worked Jake as good as he could, looking up at him often and speeding up when Jake started to react with twitches and thrusts. He would do a good job because that was what Jake wanted.
He could hear the noises he made and the ones that he summoned out of Jake. He could hear Lazarus on the armchair beside them, wanking. He could hear the whirr of the fridge and water bubbling(?) next door. He could hear the muffled quality of the neighbour's television on one side and every now and then a strain of music from the neighbour's radio on the other side. And he continued to suck all the way through it in his attempt to get Jake to blow.