“Can you take me?” Dante’s breath was hot against the side of his face, and somehow smelled of mint, making him wonder how long the man had been awake.

No... He should say no, but heat already formed deep in his gut and his body started to wake up, to hunger for exactly what Dante asked him. He wanted to be full. Christ, he wanted it. To be fucked, and held, and told what to do.

“Are we going to do this again, Ben? I asked you a question.”

No thought. No planning. The word, “Yes,” fell from his lips.

“Then don’t move.”

Ben held still. His heart thudded and his chest rose and fell with quickened breaths but other than that, he didn’t move.

There was more shifting behind him, then Dante’s hand, wet with lube squeezed his shaft. Ben was already painfully hard, and eager to explode as Dante’s rough palm worked him.

“Dante—” He started but was cut off by the words, “don’t talk.”

And so he didn’t. He fucking didn’t and he waited for his body to rebel against the thought. Waited to realize that he was taking orders from this man and he hated it but it didn’t come. He only pushed his ass backward into Dante’s crotch. Enjoyed the feel of Dante’s erection rubbing his crack, and his hand stroking Ben’s hard length.

It was all what Dante wanted, and what Dante said, and that made it easier for him to stop thinking and just enjoy. Just feel.

There was a difference between being at someone’s mercy when you wanted to be there, compared to when you didn’t. When the result or the action isn’t something you want, compared to when it was.

The desire, the fact that they were both in the positions they desired is what made the difference. It meant Dante was doing something for him rather than forcing him. No one had done anything for Ben before. Not really.

“I don’t understand this. Why you make me want you.” Dante’s hand moved faster, squeezed harder. Ben didn’t understand it, either. Later he would be angry but right now, he couldn’t find it in himself to care.

He almost called out when Dante let go of his aching cock, but forced himself to keep his mouth closed. This was how to get what he wanted from Dante and Ben would make sure to do it.

When he heard the bottle of lube squeeze, he smiled.

He still lay on his left side and his right leg moved easily when Dante pushed it forward. It was still bent like his left but in front of his body, rather than being aligned with his other leg.

Ben tightened his grip on the pillow when he felt a wet finger at his hole. He wasn’t even sure when he’d grabbed on but he used it as leverage when Dante penetrated him.

“Do you want to know a secret, Ben?” Dante’s finger was gone but then there were two inside him, scissoring and stretching and giving Ben what he hadn’t known he needed.

“Yes,” he managed to say.

Dante didn’t stop fucking Ben with his fingers as he spoke. “I jerked off to you when you left my apartment the other night. And every night afterward.”

Suddenly both fingers were gone and Ben felt empty again. He pushed back, seeking touch, and body parts and whatever he could find. He didn’t want to be alone. Christ, he didn’t want to be alone.

There was the ripping of a condom rapper. More lube and then Dante ‘s swollen head pushed past the ring of muscles. He didn’t stop there before slamming into Ben. Filling him. Hurting him in the best way.

“I don’t know how to not hate you for it.” Dante pulled almost all the way out before thrusting again. Over and over he slammed into Ben from behind.

“I...” Ben started to say but he didn’t know what words even wanted to come out of his mouth. He fought through the fog, trying to figure out what he wanted to say.

“Don’t. I said don’t speak.”

And suddenly he didn’t have to know.

There were teeth biting into his neck as Dante fucked him.

A strong arm wrapped around Ben’s waist, up his chest to hold onto his shoulder. Dante’s fingernails dug into his skin as he held Ben, pushing Ben’s body down to meet each of his movements.

When Dante pulled his hand away, Ben thought he would grab his cock, stroke it and work it until Ben came. Instead he wrapped a hand around one of Ben’s wrists. Raised it over his head, to meet the other and tried to hold them both.

Ben’s vision went black, then red as memories slammed into him. He wasn’t sure if he said something or moved in a way that Dante would understand but suddenly he let go of Ben’s wrists.

“You’re not ready. If you were mine, I wouldn’t stop fucking you until you were. I would train you to like being tied down again.”