Ben’s birthday. || Ren
winsomegray:
Ben kept it slow. Each time he would kiss him he would tilt his hips to move so he could just graze over his prostate, but not enough to send him over the edge. Bens slow movements were perfectly timed to keep Ridley close but not close enough. He reached down between them and began to stroke Ridley, each time knowing that when Ridley was really close, he could stop. “I never said you could come yet.” He said as the sweat began to make their bodies easier to rub together. “So close arent you baby?” He pouted and then smirked. “I’ll tell you when you can come and if you come before then well… you know I’ll have to bring my dominant side back out.” He warned and then continued at the slow pace before stroking him to the edge again only to let go.
Ridley was loving this slow, steady burn, kissing each other deeply and feeling Ben rubbing over his prostate. It took a few long moments for Ridley to get what Ben was doing. He was edging him. He was going to make him beg for his release. Ben definitely knew his body far too well. “Ben...” He whined, gripping the sheets rocking up against their bodies, trying to gain some friction. “Y-yes...” He answered, looking up at that smirk, wondering how the hell he could keep it together. “I’ll try to hold on...” He said, worried about it his being able to. The longer he stayed holding on the harder it was.


















