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[ There's never any hesitation when it comes to Steve. Whenever Ben thinks about being there with Steve, whatever they might talk about, he finds himself eager to be with the other man, to see what they can get into. And knowing every time how much he trusts him. ]

God, you're so hot.

[ Grinning as he moves to duck out of his shirt, moving to run his hand over along Steve's hip, catching his fingers into the waistband of his pants and pulling him in closer. ]

[He hums as he leans in and kisses him again, enjoying the way he feels as Ben pulls him closer. Deepening it, his own hands move down the other's chest. They're pressing into one another, and even over his jeans, he's hard and can feel the way Ben pushes into him. Groaning in the back of his throat, Steve opens his mouth to him.]

Mm, I want you, babe. [He never doesn't, but he likes reiterating it, especially when his cock pushes against him.]

[ Gripping hard at Steve's hips, moving carefully to start back them up towards the bedroom with a shuffling step. Unwilling to break away from the other man, aching with desire as he kisses him.

Craving that taste, groaning as his tongue sweeps through Steve's mouth. Hating to break the kiss, nipping and nuzzling along Steve's jaw even as those words make his knees weak. ]

Want to fuck me? I need it, Steve. I do.

[Steve walks him back toward the bedroom the second he realized that was where Bed was heading. He knows where this is heading, and he's honestly happy to do it. He likes being with him, and he can't imagine that ever changing. His cock presses in against his jeans, and as Ben starts to talk, he's already working on getting out of his own jeans.]

Yeah? You want to take my dick? [He knows already he can, but he wants to hear it. He knows they can go back and forth, but if this is what Ben wants from him right now, he can be the one that gives it to him.]

Do you still want my hand on your throat? [They had initially talked about that, and Steve is also fine with trying that out with him, but obviously they need to establish how comfortable and what they might need to do it safely.]

[ Sometimes it's hard to imagine a time when this isn't his life. Running a hookah bar, enjoying the play and games with others, and seeing Steve. Especially that last one. Sometimes he just finds himself thinking about the other man and he can't stop.

It was definitely going to be what this night would be like if they hadn't ended up together.

So that question makes him groan, his gait slowing as his knees nearly buckle. ]

All I can think about is you fucking me raw, Steve. Can't help but want you.

[ So he nods at that question too. ]

Yeah. I want that too. I want to see what it's like to feel that weight on my throat while you fuck me.

[He groans when he says that. Something about dirty talk does it for him, and he pressed him hard into the wall before kissing him again. Suddenly he needs this now, no more talking for the moment. At least until he can get him out of his clothes. Hands work in a fury, pulling and dipping to get Ben undressed.]

God, I want to fuck you just like that, [He tells him, separating enough to get his shirt off of him before tending to his pants.]

I want you naked and under me, taking my cock.

[ Damn but the words between them, the deliciousness of knowing Steve as into this as he is, and it's madness how he feels just being with Steve is what he needs in that moment.

That Steve is willing to try things with him, to see how he feels about something new and kinky and it's just so much he isn't sure what to think about. He just wants to embrace it all and offering Steve whatever he might want, to offer him all of himself.

Doing his best to keep his hands on Steve even as he works out of his clothes, tugs at Steve's to get him naked as fast as he can. ]

Then do it. Fuck me until I fucking beg for me. I need your cock, Steve. God, I always fucking need your cock.

[It doesn't take long until his pants are in a pile on his floor, his dick already out as he strokes it. He looks back at Ben with a hungry grin, getting even harder when he tells him that he needs his cock. That's exactly what he likes to hear, feeling needed and wanted in a certain way.

They're both naked now, and Steve walks toward him until he's pushing him back toward the bed. One hand strokes him lightly before another hand just goes around his throat, not enough to squeeze or even put pressure. He's just testing the waters.] If you need me to let up just a little, then tap-tap, tap. [He double taps, pauses, taps a third time on Ben's arm since safe words seem a little redundant when he's about to choke him.] If you need me to let go, tap three times fast.

Do you want me finger you or just get the lube? [Because he's also mindful of not wanting to hurt him either. And he can reach over to the bed stand from here.]

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