Roommates With Benefits [BL]

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I reached between us, wrapping my fingers carefully around his cock in response, my face burning.

He was hot, fat, heavy and hard in my hand, slick at the tip.

I stroked once, then twice, slowly, watching as his jaw tightened and his eyes stayed locked on mine.

Then, lifting myself just enough, I guided him into place and sank down.

The stretch was both familiar and brand new...deep and full, the slow burn of taking him inch by careful inch while we held our breath.

My thighs shook harder. Damien’s hands tightened on my waist, but he didn’t rush me. He remained patient, attentive, his gaze never leaving my face.

"Breathe, Sunshine," he murmured. "I’ve got you. Take your time."

I exhaled shakily and sank the rest of the way down until I was fully seated, feeling him fill every empty space inside me.

For a long moment, we just stayed like that, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other in.

The lamp’s warm light highlighted the sheen of sweat forming on his temples. My hands rested on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palms.

"I love you," I whispered again, my voice trembling but clear.

"I love you more," he replied, voice low and certain. "Look at me."

So I did. I held his gaze as I began to move, slow rolls of my hips, rising and sinking in an unhurried rhythm that allowed us to feel every inch of friction and every subtle shift.

His hands guided me gently, helping set the pace without taking control. Each time I sank down, the heat and stretch spread through me in waves.

Each time I rose, the drag of him made my breath hitch. Soft sounds escaped us...quiet gasps, low murmurs of each other’s names, more I love you’s that felt almost too big for the small space between our mouths.

"Fuck...D–Damien," I gasped.

Damien’s thumb brushed along my hipbone.

"You’re so warm. So perfect like this." His voice was soft, even as his breathing grew more uneven. "I’ve got you. Just like that, baby."

The intimacy of it...face-to-face, eyes open, bodies moving in a synchronized rhythm, made everything sharper.

He moved in small, deep rolls of his hips upward as his other hand helped me rock in his lap.

The rhythm stayed unhurried the whole time. No sudden thrusts. Just a grind that kept us chest-to-chest, the slick heat between us secondary to the eye contact and how each shift made me feel every inch of him.

There were moments where he held me down and simply pushed into me, the pressure so complete it pulled soft, broken sounds from my throat...more vulnerable than any moan I’d ever given him.

I could feel the way his stomach tensed beneath my hands when I tightened around him.

I could see the exact moment pleasure crossed darker in his eyes.

The air between us felt charged and fragile, thick with the scent of skin and the quiet sounds of our breathing.

Leaning down closer, I pressed our foreheads together again, noses brushing.

"I...love–" My voice cracked, and another tear followed the first.

Damien kissed that one away too, then the bridge of my nose, then the corner of my mouth, all while maintaining the calm, steady pace.

His hand guided every small movement; the other was in my hair or cupping my face whenever I attempted to look away or hide.

He wouldn’t even let me take my eyes off him.

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‎"I’ve never..." I managed, the confession slipping out between shaky breaths. "It’s never felt like this. It doesn’t feel like just sex anymore. It’s—too much! In the best way. I can’t—ah, fuck..."

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‎"I know," he replied, pressing his forehead harder against mine. "I feel it too. Stay with me, look at me, Oliver."

My voice barely rose above a whisper.

"I want you...properly this time. With everything out in the open. N–no more pretending it’s just sex or just... convenience."

His hands tightened on my waist, and the answer was soft but sure. "You have me, all of me. You’ve always have."

From there, we moved together, the rhythm still slow, but deeper and more intentional.

Each thrust from him met the downward roll of my hips.

The friction built in long, rolling waves instead of sharp spikes. My thighs were pleasantly burning.

Sweat slicked where our skin met. I could feel him trembling under me just as I was over him, both of us striving to stay in the moment, not racing toward the end.

"Oliver," he breathed, almost like a plea. "I’m close. You feel so...God—!"

"Me too." My voice cracked. "Together, please."

He nodded against my forehead.

One of his hands slipped between us, wrapping gently around me and stroking in time with the slow rock of our bodies.

The dual sensation, full inside and stroked outside and pushed me right to the edge.

I kept my eyes open, kept looking at him, even as pleasure tightened low and insistent.

We both came close together, almost simultaneously. The first wave hit me hard, deep, a long, shuddering release that pulled a sound from my throat.

I clenched around him as I spilled over his hand and across both our stomachs.

That was enough to tip him over too, his hips stuttered up once, twice, a low, rough groan vibrating against my lips as he filled me in hot, pulsing waves of warm cum.

We kept moving through it, slowly, riding the aftershocks together until everything softened into something quieter yet just as overwhelming.

I collapsed forward against his chest, still fully connected.

Our breathing was uneven, chests rising and falling together. Damien’s arms wrapped around me properly, one cradling the back of his head and the other warm on my back.

I rested my forehead against his chest, eyes half-closed, feeling the rapid thud of his heart gradually slow beneath my cheek.

Neither of us made a move to pull away.

The air felt soft and golden and heavy with everything we had finally said out loud.

Outside the dorm, the world was still waiting...his parents, the blackmail, my dad, all the sharp edges we would have to face tomorrow.

But right now, it was just us: the residual heat of his body inside mine, the gentle stroke of his fingers through my hair, and the shared breath between us.

I had said it, he had said it back.

And now I wanted him to take me apart with those words still warm between us.

I pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, then another, whispering against his skin, "I love you."

His arms tightened around me. "I love you too, Oliver."

Damien’s hands slowly slid up my back, fingers spreading across my shoulder blades before tangling into my hair.

He kissed me again, but it was deep and long, the kind of kiss that felt promising instead of questioning.