Roommates With Benefits [BL]

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We lay intertwined on the mattress for a long time after the first time, still connected, our skin damp and sticky where we touched.

My cheek rested against Damien’s chest, and I could hear his heartbeat gradually slowing from its earlier frantic pace.

His fingers moved gently through my hair and then traced down my spine in slow, absent strokes.

I let my fingertips wander in soft circles over his ribs, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.

The lamp cast a warm glow across the dorm room.

Outside, the world was filled with its usual sharp edges, but inside, it was just the two of us and the quiet.

Every so often, Damien would place a kiss on the top of my head, the curve of my shoulder, or the side of my neck...soft, relaxed kisses, as if he was making sure I was really there.

I sensed a shift before we even spoke. The tenderness was still there, but something warmer and more restless started to coil underneath.

My hips made a small, involuntary movement against him.

He was still inside me, softening, and the slight friction drew a quiet sound from my throat.

Damien’s hand stilled on my back.

"Sunshine," he murmured into my hair, his voice low and rough. "You still with me?"

I lifted my head enough to meet his eyes. The dark intensity there made my stomach flip.

"Yeah. I don’t... I don’t want to stop just yet."

He chuckled, "So freaky."

I responded with rolling my eyes, this was a textbook example of a pot calling kettle black.

"That’s good, because neither do I." A small, crooked smile appeared on his lips, "you’re still so open for me...I can feel every little flutter when I move."

I flushed heavily, and he said I was the freaky one.

He didn’t rush. Instead, he carefully rolled us over so that I was on my back and he hovered above me for a moment, kissing me deeply and slowly, then guided me onto my side.

He settled behind me, his chest against my back, one strong arm slipping under my neck and the other wrapping securely around my waist.

His hand spread wide over my chest, fingers resting just above my heart, and I could feel every beat against his palm.

He nuzzled into the back of my neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there.

"I’ve got you, baby" he whispered.

I reached back to find his hip, sliding my hand down until our fingers intertwined over my stomach.

He squeezed once before positioning himself between my thighs.

The blunt, thick, slick tip of him pressed against me...still wet from earlier, still open and sensitive.

He pushed in with one long, controlled stroke.

The stretch felt deeper from this angle, fuller, a broken sound escaped me as he sank all the way in until his hips pressed against my backside.

He stayed there, buried deep, breathing hard against the side of my neck.

"God... Sunshine." His voice was low and rough. "You feel—" He cut himself off with a soft kiss to the hinge of my jaw.

"Damien," I moan, my voice trembling. My free hand gripped his forearm where it crossed my chest, holding on tight.

He started to move. Slow at first...deep, rolling thrusts that kept us pressed against each other.

Each time he withdrew nearly all the way, the drag made my toes curl; and every time he pushed back in, the pressure blossomed low and hot in my stomach.

His arm remained firm around me. His fingers stayed spread over my heart, his thumb stroking absentmindedly across my skin in time with the rhythm.

"Feel how full you are? That’s all me," he murmured against my ear. "Nowhere else for me to go."

I pushed back to meet him, the motion small but deliberate.

The angle allowed him to go deep, and with every thrust, he brushed that spot inside me that made my breath hitch.

Soft, wrecked sounds slipped out...half moans, half his name.

Damien responded to each one with another low "I love you" or quiet praise, his lips caressing the shell of my ear, the nape of my neck, the curve of my shoulder.

Occasionally, he’d kiss or gently bite my skin, warm and tender, while his hips maintained that steady, slightly faster pace.

It was still controlled, still intentional, but the urgency was clearer now...less careful, more desperate, as if he couldn’t get close enough.

"Damien—" My voice wavered. I squeezed his hand tighter against my chest.

"I’m right here." He placed another kiss on my shoulder. "Feel me. You’re so warm... so perfect around me. I won’t stop, not until you come for me once again."

I moaned loudly, guess I had no choice.

The sensation of being held so tightly and filled so completely made everything feel sharper.

Sweat slicked our skin where we touched. My thighs trembled.

Each time he bottomed out, I felt it all the way up my spine, and when he pulled back, the empty ache made me chase him.

He reached around with the hand that had been resting over my heart and wrapped his fingers around my cock. His touch was gentle yet confident, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation drew a longer, broken sound from me. I pushed back harder, meeting each deep slide.

"That’s it," he breathed against my ear. "Look at you leaking all over my fingers while I’m still inside you. Messy, precious little thing."

The heat built gradually, rolling in waves instead of sharp spikes.

My body started to shake with aftershocks from the first wave. Damien’s arm tightened, keeping me locked against him as his pace remained deep and steady.

His breath grew uneven against my neck. I could sense the tension building in him too...the way his hips stuttered every few thrusts, the way his fingers flexed around me.

"Oliver... baby..." His voice broke on the endearment.

"’I’m r–right there–," I managed to say, barely audible. "Please...dont stop, I’m so close."

He nodded against my hair and stroked me faster, matching the deeper rolls of his hips.

The combined pressure pushed me over first. Pleasure surged through me in a long, shuddering wave.

I clenched tight around him, spilling over his hand and the sheets, my body arching back into his as broken sounds escaped my throat.

Damien followed almost immediately—buried deep, arm locking tighter around my chest, a low, rough groan vibrating against my neck as he pulsed inside me in hot, heavy waves.

We kept moving through it, slower now, riding the aftershocks together until the intensity softened into something calmer yet still overwhelming.

He remained inside me, still hard for a few moments longer, breathing heavily against my skin.

I could feel his heart racing against my back, matching mine.

Eventually, he eased out carefully. I made a soft sound in response to the emptiness; he soothed it with a kiss to the back of my neck and a quiet "I’ve got you."

Then he reached for his discarded shirt on the floor, using it to wipe us both clean with gentle strokes, first me, then himself...before tossing it aside.

Then, he pulled me back into his arms, this time face to face. One of his legs slid between mine; his hand returned to my hair, fingers weaving through the damp strands.

I rested my forehead against his and closed my eyes for a moment, just breathing him in.

The room smelled like sex and warm skin, mixed with the faint scent of laundry soap that always clung to him.

Outside, the world still held its threats. In here, it felt like nothing else existed.

Damien pressed soft kisses to my temple, my cheekbone, and the corner of my mouth. I traced lazy patterns across his chest with my fingertips, feeling the residual tremor in his muscles.

My body still experienced the occasional small aftershock. Each time, Damien’s hand would stroke down my side, grounding me.

Yeah...I guess both of us were freaky.