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Mike isn't what he'd consider a patient person. He knows this, is well-aware that sometimes his expectations of others are simply too much or that even his own ability to delay gratification is a bit… lacking. In no other area of his life is this more apparent than when it comes to his sex drive. Sure, he's on the higher end of the spectrum, but he also has the knowledge and experience to ensure it's always of mutual enjoyment. And that's where a lot of people get it wrong – both in general and about him. He takes his partners’ pleasure very seriously and he often gets off on being able to make them feel good. He likes to think he's never left someone dissatisfied, least of all the man sitting across from him.
At the current moment, Ben is seated on the couch, posture slightly slouched as usual, dressed in a simple sweater and a pair of khakis, as he works his way through a basket of laundry. Towels, it appears. He'd just started when Mike meandered into the living room, flopping down onto the shorter end of the sectional sofa. Of course, Mike offered to help, even if a bit half-heartedly, but Ben had only smiled and thanked him before deeming it unnecessary. So here Mike sits, his eyes shamelessly roving over Ben's body, as familiar as it is long.
Before he even realizes how carried away his imagination is getting, Mike's heart rate picks up, his pulse thrumming in his neck. If someone had told him ten years ago that in a decade he'd be thirsting over his long-term partner while he folded the laundry, he'd have laughed them out the door. But there's nothing funny about the soft curve of Ben's chin and cheeks or the blue of his eyes or the frankly absurd length of his limbs. And it's not just how he looks, either; there's so much more to it than aesthetics. It's his heart, his passion, and his determination even in the face of tremendous adversity. It's that in Ben, Mike has found a home.
It's not difficult to make his mind up and once Mike decides on a course of action, he's all too happy to enact it. He pushes up off the sofa just to drop a knee back down onto the cushion just opposite Ben, straddling him while his hands search fervently for Ben's belt buckle. His lips find the soft, sensitive skin just beneath Ben's ear with ease even as his fingers fumble blindly between them.
“Michael, what on Earth –” Ben's words are swallowed up by a breathy gasp, a sudden intake of air, when Mike grinds down against him.
Mike is all too aware that he's working against the clock to beat Ben's annoyance timer. Take too long to get things moving and he runs the risk of being scolded for interrupting. Get Ben interested and properly stimulated before that and it's a surefire way to get exactly what he needs.
“I know, sweetheart,” he mumbles, mouthing along Ben's jaw, “‘m sorry, just need you. Promise I'm gonna make it feel so good though, gonna give you everything you need.”
Mike knows he's won when Ben's hands are suddenly gripping his hips and drawing him down once again, but instead of gloating, he just feels even more frantic. By the time he's got the necessary clothing out of the way, he's so hard it almost hurts, but every last bit of pain and frustration fades away when Ben's cock aligns with his, just as hard and wanting.
“There,” Ben sighs, his eyelids fluttering as he lays his head back against the couch. “Fast – faster, Michael…”
Mike drinks in all his soft sighs as he kisses and licks his way across Ben's throat, his hips rocking forward and back in his lap. He's not shy about letting out his own pleased noises, often intermingled with words bordering on filth. He's grateful that Ben enjoys his dirty mouth because it's not something he does for performance’s sake but rather a need to convey how fucking good it feels.
“Fuck,” he chokes out, motions stuttering as he revels in the pressure and the need and the friction of skin on skin. “Fuck, sweetheart, love feeling how hard I make you.”
Ben grunts, a low sound that only adds to the insistent, fiery tug deep in Mike’s core, and he knows that this isn’t going to last nearly as long as he’d like it to. “Kiss me,” he demands suddenly, one hand fisting Mike’s hair to better capture his full lips.
Mike can’t imagine disobeying such a firm command, not from Ben, not like this, and especially not when it means he gets to feel Ben’s own desire and urgency in the way he licks into his mouth. They share the same air, panting and trembling, bodies rolling and writhing against one another, and it’s as close to heaven as Mike can ever imagine getting. Ben twitches hard, the fingers he still has buried in Mike’s hair tighten even further, and he lets out a beautiful sound, one that Mike will likely replay in his mind for weeks on end. He’s close, as close as Mike is, maybe more, and though it’d probably be easier to let go right along with him, there’s little he loves more than bringing Ben to the very edge.
“Come for me,” he purrs, nose slotted alongside Ben’s, hand cradling his face. “Let me feel you, sweetheart, give it to me.”
The resulting noise Ben makes is one of pure bliss, one that sounds like Mike’s own name, and then he’s coming, his entire body going tense, cock caught between their bellies. That’s all it takes to have Mike join him, his spend releasing in rhythmic pulses even as he feels Ben continue to ride out his own orgasm. It’s intense and hot and so fucking right and as he comes down from his high, Ben presses kiss after kiss to his cheekbone, lips sweeping over his skin, each one an unspoken declaration of love.
Mike permits himself a few soft moments before reaching blindly for one of the washcloths Ben folded just minutes ago, using it to clean them up and tossing it back into the basket. He knows Ben’s giving him a look for doing so, but he can’t be bothered in the serenity of the afterglow, no matter how quickly they reached it. Thankfully, Ben sighs and lets it go, instead running his hands up and under Mike’s shirt, across the wide expanse of his back, and their lips reconnect.
“I love you,” he whispers between kisses. While he very clearly demonstrated exactly that, it’s never something he wants to go unsaid, not when he’s seen what those three simple words do to Ben. They make his blue eyes go impossibly soft and that subtle, barely-there smile appears and it’s the most beautiful thing Mike’s ever seen. He’ll never stop saying it.
“And I love you,” Ben echoes, his voice warm and quiet and calming. “My darling.”
Mike hums, content despite the slightly awkward angle at which he’s laying, but when Ben shifts beneath him, he figures it’s time to clean up properly. Both men shuffle back into their bottoms, though Mike doesn’t care enough to bother with his belt at the moment. But after a rather cat-like stretch, Ben reaches for the basket of laundry once more. Laundry – clean, dirty, doing it, folding it, putting it away – is at the top of the list of Mike’s most detested household chores and Ben frequently says it’s a wonder he ever had clean clothes before they got together. It's true, honestly, but after being met with such enthusiasm, Mike figures it's the least he can do to help fold the rest of the towels.
As soon as he sees Ben's resulting smile, subtle and sweet as ever, he can't keep the grin off his own face for anything. Neither of them feel the need to fill the silence, more than comfortable to sit in quiet company in the stillness of their own home. It's where they can be entirely themselves and don't have to hide or pretend. It's perfect.
Between the two of them, they make quick work of the remaining laundry, but instead of getting up to carry the basket away, Ben slips down onto the floor between Mike's legs and drags his boxers back down without ever breaking eye contact.
“Oh, Ben,” Mike breathes, voice shaking, “oh, sweetheart…”
Ben says nothing in return, just watches for Mike's reactions as he kisses up and down his thighs. Mike's been on the receiving end of some damn good oral, but Ben has managed to blow everyone else out of the water – pun very much intended. It's something about his skill combined with how much he seems to enjoy it, the way he's so willing to give his all to Mike and not ask for a thing in return. And it certainly doesn't hurt seeing those gorgeous blue eyes looking up at him while he wraps his lips around Mike's cock.
Though it seems impossible, Mike manages to keep his eyes open and locked on Ben's every movement, seeing just as much as he feels. The wet heat of his mouth, the smooth, slick pulse of his tongue, even the gentle rumble that reverberates through his entire body when Ben moans around him – all of it is overwhelming in the best way. Even though he wishes it could last forever, Mike doesn't even try to hold out when there's a familiar and insistent tug deep in his belly. He thumbs at his nipple and finally allows his head to fall back as his heartbeat picks up, pounding double-time in his chest.
Ben continues to work him up until he's right on the edge, babbling nonsense about how much he loves Ben and his mouth and, “don't stop, sweetheart, ‘m so fuckin' close, I'm gonna come, you're gonna make me come – fuck, fuck, fuck –”
He cuts himself off with a loud groan, deep and gritty, and Ben doesn't stop until Mike's practically pushing him off. It feels incredible, but god, he's so sensitive and he can't seem to stop whimpering and his whole body is shuddering with each wave of ecstasy. He can only watch, forcing his eyelids open, as Ben moves back up onto the couch, kneeling beside him, and begins to stroke his own cock.
Mike's eyes roll back in his head when Ben's lips press against his ear and that low, seductive voice breathes words designed to torture him even more. “You were so good, my love, such a good boy for me, Michael,” he purrs, making Mike's cock twitch feebly once again. And then he's coming across Mike's chest with harsh breaths, marking him, claiming him.
Once recovered, Ben snags the same towel to clean him up, pausing to kiss Mike thoroughly as he does so. He brushes his nose against Mike's and cups his cheek. “And that, darling, is called positive reinforcement.”
Mike blinks up at him, brows furrowing. “Wait… are you… training me?”
Ben flashes him a smile that makes him want to melt into the couch all over again. “Are you complaining?”
Mike's never had an answer to a question so quickly. “Not a chance.”