Toffee flavoured and guilty - Baybond slash

[littlejacki]

Title: Toffee flavoured and guilty
Rating: NC-17 (and very much so)
Fandom: Horrible Histories (yeah, I know)
Pairing: Mat Baynton / Ben Willbond
Summary: A boring rainy afternoon. Serious unadulterated smut.
Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with Mat, Ben, or any of the HH team, nor do I own anything to do with HH (except books and DVDs and some very strange plotbunnies that have made a nest in my brain)
My first HH slash, please let me know what you think!
PLEASE DO NOT READ ON UNLESS YOU LIKE MALE/MALE SEX, thanks.

The morning had been grey, and the afternoon even more so. Heavy clouds set above the London skyline hanging over the air and sending lashings of cold rain down onto the streets. The water beat against walls and hammered on the roof, eventually blurring into a dull hum broken only by occasional gaps in the passing cloud cover, which let the weak springtime sun filter down onto the chilly day. Wet rivers wound down the windows, leaving droplets splashed on the glass and running down to drip from the window sill into the puddles below. Ben had watched them for a while, how the trails ran into one another seamlessly merging to form great rivulets and then dwindle off again in thin trickles, but soon after had sighed and decided that sadly work wouldn’t do itself. Distractions of the weather aside, there was something about the day that seemed to eat away any kind of productivity that would care to pass by, and everything took extra effort than usual. Which was why he wasn’t remotely surprised when a tall figure appeared in the doorway carrying a thick air of restlessness about him.
“I’m bored.” Mat’s voice announced, cutting into the quiet of the living room and breaking what little focus Ben had managed to build up on the printed black letters in front of him. He blinked and hummed a response but didn’t look up, reading on over the too-familiar words of the script he was supposed to be learning, too familiar but still refusing to crawl into his brain and stay put for more than about three seconds. All afternoon had been spent reading and rereading and with very little to show for it, and only another two days at a stretch that he could get away with not being word for word.
An over exaggerated sigh from the corner boasted the same tone of laziness that Ben felt ebbing away at his own concentration. He looked up to where Mat stood in the doorframe, one hand gripping the top of the wooden door so he hung off it like a fidgety child with a playful smile and a look of approaching mischief. And the white Frankie-says-relax t-shirt he wore made the black highwayman hat atop his messy hair look more like a cheap theme park souvenir than something he’d worn on set.
“The hat?” Ben asked, raising his eyebrow and rather enjoying the guilty grin the followed.
“Dunno, reckon it sat on the side long enough, might as well get some wear out of it.”
“You look like a mod pirate.” He said, smiling at the sarcastic pout that followed in Mat’s gaze and as he glanced back down to his script but failing to read the words before him. There was something very much like fondness set in his chest at how ridiculous Mat looked with that battered hat and jeans, like something the history books had thrown up, a crash mixture of Georgian and nineteen-eighties.
“All the girls like me in it, don’t you?” Mat smirked, letting go of the door and stepping into the room to stand a few feet in front of the sofa, looking down at Ben sprawled out on the cushions. He put his hand on his hip in a would-be disproving way, except that look was impossible for Mat to pull off even when he wasn’t grinning and clearly trying to put ideas into Ben’s head, instead he just looked ridiculously camp.
“Is that why you nicked it out the prop cupboard?”
“I didn’t nick it I just…borrowed it for a few days.”
“A few days? You’ve had that thing for weeks.”
“Yeah well, if anyone ever asks I’ll put it back, but so far it’s not been missed.”
“Until they need an extra costume.”
Mat sighed pointedly, switching his weight to the other foot and giving off the distinct impression that he was waiting for Ben to do something more than chat idly to him.
“Anyway, it’s more use to me than it would be sat in a dusty old cupboard.”
Ben chuckled, looking up, catching the wink of Mat’s eye and the over emphasized silly way he bit his bottom lip.
“You’re right, maybe we could use it as a footrest, or a doorstop, or a salad bowl or something-“
“Oh shut up.” Mat replied, grinning and trying to sound exasperated but failing through his laughter, lunging forward to crash down on top of Ben, tearing the script out of his hands and clambering to straddle his thighs and sit backward on his lap. Ben smirked up at him as Mat’s arms fell either side of his shoulders to trap him against the back of the sofa, winding his own arms round the skinny waist and huffing a satisfied sigh. The dull sunlight falling from the window lit up the delicate features of Mat’s smiling face, deep brown eyes and twisted pink lips that Ben knew the feel of so well from all the times he’d traced them with his own. His dark hair stuck out in odd tufts from under the rim of the hat, quite unglamorous when compared to the wavy Georgian wig but gorgeous nonetheless, and unmistakably Mat. His Mat, Ben thought smugly.
“I’m bored.” Mat sighed again, hushed and biting his lip, only not so melodramatically this time, and Ben couldn’t help but steal a quick glance down at the way the edge of tooth tugged at the reddening lip, so enticingly.
“Well then,” he breathed, low and suggestive, “better find something to entertain you.”
He half pulled Mat into him and half didn’t need to, as Mat leaned in anyway, and they met together in a soft kiss. Around them the quiet of the living room, but for the drum of rain on the roof, washed over their embrace, like a deep breath of silence as Ben lost himself in the feel of Mat’s lips, hot and tasting of something sweet, something suspiciously like toffee. All thoughts of line-learning and productivity scattered away with the push of a tongue in his mouth, searching him out and filling his senses with deliciousness. Amid the deepening kiss he felt Mat’s fingers slide down his chest, groping through the thin shirt and grasping at his waist, the quick movements giving away his budding impatience. As their lips broke apart Mat trailed hungry kisses down his jawline and struck a slow mouthy attack the skin of his neck, and Ben let out a deep breath and closed his eyes to the feel of it. Always so criminal how fast Mat could have him captivated like this. The tricorn hat was practically falling off his head where he buried his face into the crook of Ben’s neck, his husky breathing brushing the skin and sending hot shivers down through his veins, intoxicating and infuriatingly light.
“You finished off the toffees then.” Ben muttered, smiling and a little breathless as Mat pulled away for a second to give him a quizzical look, his eyes blown wide and hat crooked. “You taste like them.”
Mat grinned guiltily.
“Taste nice then?” he whispered, their noses bumping as he crushed their lips together again.
“Very.” Though, Ben’s words were lost somewhere in the mess of their kissing, the soft sweetness reaching his taste buds once more. Mat always tasted good, toffee flavoured or not.
His hips rocked forward into Ben, urging on their movements, insistent but somehow holding back, as if he was controlling the urge to just grind helplessly against him, and the dizzying thought of that made Ben just want to let him. He broke their lips again and pressed his kisses into Mat’s neck instead, sucking the skin between his teeth, and at the same time pushed Mat’s hips down into his, grinding them together properly, and the surprised needy gasp that escaped Mat’s throat at the pressure was enough to send tremors of heat straight through him. He could feel the bulge in Mat’s jeans hard against his stomach, and the weight of Mat’s frame pressed down on his own, body heat through layers of denim wonderful and frustrating. Above him Mat hissed again as he bit down on the budding red and flicked the tip of his tongue against the sensitive skin, hands grasping the back of his t-shirt and keeping Mat close, wanting to bite and lick and abuse the tender flesh and leave a bruise that he’d remember for days, but pulled away sharply with sudden realisation. Mat grumbled faintly in protest, trying to follow the move of his mouth, but Ben’s hand caught his shoulder to hold him back and instead moved his lips up to graze light kisses beneath his left ear.
“Filming on Tuesday remember.” He muttered, inhaling a deep breath of Mat’s smell, musky and sweet like always, and Ben often took a great deal of secret smugness in that he was the only one who knew just how delectable that scent could be.
“They won’t notice.” Mat breathed in reply, his fingers fumbling on the first button of Ben’s shirt, gently popping it and sliding his fingers down to the next.
“They will, you know what happened last time.”
That sentiment made Mat hum another sigh of disapproval, undoing a second button but resigning himself to the no-bite-marks-before-set rule once again. Neither of them really needed reminding of the producer’s stern words and the dark looks from the makeup artists as they’d piled foundation on to the red bruises covering Mat’s neck, the last time they’d got carried away the night before a shoot. Though Ben thought some of them were probably just jealous.
“Your t-shirt,” he said, dragging his lips away from Mat’s skin reluctantly, in favour of lining up their faces again with a seductive smile, as he felt another button fall loose on his shirt, “it’s in the way.”
“Better get rid of it then.” And the corners of Mat’s mouth broke into a smirk, flicking the tip of his tongue over his lips. A pink blush crept up on his cheeks beneath beautiful dark eyes and his breath came deep and heavy, hot in the inch space between them and pricking all the nerves in Ben’s lips that itched for more contact. And he did so, without thinking, diving into crush Mat’s mouth against his and pushing his hands underneath the white t-shirt to pull it up and off, grudgingly pulling apart again only for split second as Mat helped him scrabble the top over his head and throw it behind them, sending the hat flying off in the process. He heard it land with quite a hefty thump and a rustle against a pile of papers, post and magazines that had been collecting in the corner, spilling them over onto the carpet, but failed to find any part of him that cared about that right now. Mat’s bare chest felt smooth under his hands, warm skin soft and completely desirable, his kisses becoming desperate and hips arching into Ben as he fumbled the last button open and pushed the blue shirt off over his shoulders, and Ben didn’t really approve of having to stop to touching to let him rip the damn thing completely away, but he did, hurriedly casting it off and meeting the rocking of his body. His fingers grasped back at Mat’s skin, holding him tight as one hand fell to cup the jean-clad ass, and Mat’s own hand wound into his hair, gripping and kissing so passionately their teeth clicked and breath came in stutters.
“Jeans in the way too?” he gasped as they parted for air, and Ben nodded, finding both their hands falling to scramble his fly open at the same time, tangling in the momentary confusion.
“Very much so.”
He batted Mat’s fingers away, yanking down the zipper and releasing him, gripping his dick through the thin cotton of his boxers and revelling in the bitten off breathy grunt that tumbled from Mat’s parted lips, just as he moved in for another kiss. Ben pushed Mat up off his lap abruptly, hands grabbing his waist to twist his frame round and throw him down on to the sofa beside him. Mat gasped with the urgency of the movement, reaching out to pull Ben’s head forward, fingers twisted in short dark hair to bring him down on top. His arms wrapped around the broader shoulders, burying heavy kisses against the soft skin just above his collar bone, dipping his tongue into the hollow and scraping the edge of his teeth against it, filling Ben’s passion-clouded mind with visions of going into work covered in bruises himself, and hell, that image should so not be a turn on, showing off to the make-up artists just what naughty things his co-star could do to him. He gripped the waistband of Mat’s jeans and pushed them off, lifting himself up the short distance he could muster so they could be kicked away onto the floor, along with his boxers.
“Shit…” came the rushed breath as Ben wrapped his fingers round Mat’s hard-on and squeezed gently, feeling the pulse beneath his touch. The hand that wasn’t gripping his hair so hard he might pull it right out if he wasn’t careful, tugged meaningfully at Ben’s own jeans, trying to undo the fly but failing to do anything other than pull at it feebly, as Ben’s hand moved slowly on his skin, drawing out each stroke.
“Patience.” He muttered, smiling down at the man beneath him, naked skin flushed red around his neck and hair falling in front of eyes that swam with the same heat Ben felt burning in his own veins. Mat swallowed, nodding amid deep lungfuls of air, letting go of the denim and instead running his palm up the length of Ben’s torso, thumb dragging over a dark nipple.
Ben bent down and laid a light little kiss against his neck, slow and keeping the movements of his hand steady, teasing as he moved down to lay another just below his neckline, and another in the centre of his chest, kissing his way down the pale skin until he reached the smooth flexed muscles of Mat’s abdomen. He heard him gasp quietly above, spreading his thighs for Ben to fall between as another kiss brushed the top of his hip, and he glanced up along the length of the wanting body to lock Mat’s gaze and finally move his mouth to meet the head of his swollen cock, licking the flat of his tongue up the underside and taking it between his lips.
“Oh god.” Mat breathed, arching his hips forward and realising the grip on Ben’s hair, as the his tongue swept over the tip, eyes fluttering closed and chest rising and falling, and the only word that Ben could think of in that second was ‘hot’. Incredibly fucking hot, the way Mat’s brow creased in pleasure and his eyelids opened just a crack to gaze down intently at him, thick and heavy with lust as a second tongue flick swiped across his dick, breath faltering. Ben could feel his heart beat faster, and his own breath deepen around the salty sweet taste of Mat, drinking in the sight before him like the most indulgent X-rated image he’d ever seen, and knowing it was only going to get better. He tightened his grip around the base of Mat’s dick and sucked him down fully, relishing the gasps and dirty wanton noises he made on every movement, deep throating for a moment before pulling back and teasing the head with his tongue, letting his own eyes fall shut as he worked.
“Oh god Ben…” Mat whined, voice rough with arousal as Ben’s mouth engulfed him, over and over, stroking the length of his cock that lips didn’t graze. His breath was hitching and half grunting, making the kind of sounds that so often pushed Ben over the edge, desperate and needy like he couldn’t quite get enough, and pushing up to meet his mouth on every bob of Ben’s head. A hand clasping on his shoulder told him that Mat was starting to lose it, fingers digging into his flesh as his lungs stuttered as his lips mumbled out Ben’s name again between gasps. He stole another glance up at the way Mat’s lean body tensed, his head turned into the sofa cushions that his other hand gripped tight, dark hair more of a mess than ever where it stuck up against the linen, and Ben decided very definitely that this was enough foreplay.
Mat’s voice let out a stifled grunt of objection when he gave him one last suck and pulled off, kissing his way back up the reddening chest. He caught their mouths in a quick and rather sloppy kiss, both of them panting too heavily for lengthy contact, although that didn’t stop Mat trying, delving his tongue into Ben’s lips and then having to break away again to breathe. He was so tied up in knots and frantic as he grappled at Ben’s skin, fingers back on the fly of his jeans and this time managing to yank them open, contact most welcome as a warm hand brushed against his cotton covered arousal, and Ben couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by the need in Mat’s darkened eyes. Couldn’t help but love the way Mat just surrendered into his touches and fade out the world around them, leaving just the two bodies and the drum of rain. His jeans were pushed down by Mat’s want-shaky hands, scrambling on the sofa to get them off and out of sight, too many limbs and not enough kissing in midst of it all, Ben’s hands finding their way to rest either side of Mat’s shoulders as bare skin met together and bitten off gasps escaped their lips.
“Upstairs?” he managed to gasp out, arching their hips together so he could feel Mat’s hard-on press into his stomach. Mat mumbled something into their kiss, words caught up between his desperate attempts to keep their mouths connected through deep breathing and groping hands fumbling to take in all of Ben’s body at once, but something that sounded out of place enough for Ben to break their lips apart and look down with puzzlement. For a second Mat tried to follow, lips searching out in their loss of contact, his eyes opening heavy lidded to gaze up at the raised eyebrow.
“Say again?” Ben breathed, as one of Mat’s hands cupped his ass, squeezing and pushing their hips into each other again, and his breath escaped him with another rush of pleasure, feeling Mat’s fingertips dig into his skin, features twisted to smile up at him seductively.
“In the side draw.” Mat repeated, licking his lips, and nodding his head in the direction of the beige wood ikea dresser that stood up against the drywall by the kitchen door, covered piles of the accumulating junk that just seemed to gather in the house like dust in a tool shed. Ben looked up at it, then back down at Mat’s grin with confusion.
“I’m sorry, did you just say you wanted to have sex in a side draw?” he asked, half chuckling in wonder at the bizarreness of Mat’s words, and Mat just laughed, squirming beneath him so his body rubbed up against Ben’s in all the right ways, and shit, that felt good.
“Don’t be such an idiot.” He choked out on his giggles, “I meant there’s condoms in the side draw.”
“Oh right.” Ben laughed, leaning in for another kiss but stopping just before he reached Mat’s lips. “No, hang on, why are there condoms in the side draw?”
“Um, I dunno, convenience?”
Ben looked down at Mat’s slightly sheepish expression, dawning on him that this was the kind of thing he should probably expect when living with the somewhat sex-mad sprite that Mat was.
“Have you just hidden them all round the house?” he laughed, rolling his eyes when Mat pursed his grinning lips guiltily.
“I would never do such a thing.”
“Oh wouldn’t you?” Ben dipped his head to press a soft little kiss against the nape of his neck, enjoying the almost inaudible intake of breath that the contact caused.
“Innocent until proven guilty.”
“Well, I reckon I’m just about to prove you guilty then.”
Mat giggled and squirmed a little as Ben licked up past the ticklish spot beneath his ear, the spot he always saved for moments like this, so delicious in their intimacy, and moments when through some rare occurrence Mat was actually concentrating and Ben felt the mischievous need to tear his attention away onto himself. He laid a longer kiss down on the sensitive skin, his hand reaching up and cupping the side of Mat’s face as he found the carpet with his foot and began to pull himself away. The arms around his waist resisted the departure of their closeness, but let him go after Mat stole one last kiss, and Ben stepped over to the dresser suddenly feeling quite exposed with the lack of clothes and the obviousness of his arousal. He opened the small side draw and rummaged through the contents, old batteries, pens and takeaway menus, a padlock and what looked like a broken spoon, and a number of other odd items he hadn’t the patience to recognise, until he found the silver packets and a nearly empty bottle of lube that must have suspiciously found its way there too. Ben wondered vaguely how many more of these stashes were hidden away in the house. Taking a condom and the lube out of the draw’s jumble, he turned hastily back to the sofa, intent on diving back into Mat’s salacious embrace as soon as humanly possible, but stopped when his eyes fell on the image before him. Mat was sat up again, slouched back into the sofa, fisting himself slowly as his heavy eyes lingered on Ben, drifting over every inch of his body as if he couldn’t decide which part to look at. His dark fringe stuck to his sweaty forehead from where it had been pushed against the cushions, such a picture of pure blood-racing beauty and Ben couldn’t help but stare. Though, the lust in his gaze must have been obvious because Mat smiled slyly at him, twisting his fingers round his dick like he knew just what was going through Ben’s mind.
“Guilty.” Ben said, voice gruff and sounding hungrier than he would have liked, brandishing the contents of his hand at Mat’s grin, as he closed the gap between them. “Guilty, guilty, guilty.”
He pushed Mat back down as he reached the younger man’s body, climbing across him and kneeling back between his thighs, crashing their mouths together again and revelling in the heat. Mat’s fingers let go of his dick and his arms wound round Ben, pulling him down and trying to buck up against him, but a hand on his hip stopped the movement, keeping their bodies apart just the inch Ben needed. The bottle in his fingers found his attention, clutched in the hand keeping his weight supported by up Mat’s head. With a quick but firm kiss to the side of Mat’s jaw he sat back, keeping their gazes locked as he flicked the flimsy plastic lid open and squirted the sticky gel on to his fingers, watching how Mat’s throat swallowed, and the anticipation betrayed by his eyes. So unbelievably hot, Ben thought, in this instant of surrender, hard up and waiting for Ben’s hands to make the next move.
“Ready?” he asked, barely a whisper as he leaned down to join lips again, slipping the gel coated fingers down to stroke light fingertips against Mat’s entrance, and he nodded.
Keeping him distracted with deep ardent kisses, Ben slid his forefinger carefully into the puckered hole, making sure to catch the tip against the bundle of nerves that made Mat hiss and clench around his finger. And the feel of the tightness and the heat surrounding it, familiar and dizzying, so much that it filled his mind of all the memories of past exploits, reminding him just how incredible it felt to be inside Mat’s body like this. Another quiet gasp ghosted hot air against Ben’s mouth, as he curled his finger and moved it gently, rubbing that spot again, and Mat bit down on his bottom lip, tensing and gripping his own fingers tight on Ben’s shoulder.
“More,” he whispered, breath hitching suddenly as the fingertip grazed his prostate harder, “Ah…more, Ben.”
“Relax,” Ben purred, keeping up the soft kisses now trailing down his jawline, trying to calm some of the urgency of he could sense building up in Mat, as he slowly slid another digit in alongside the first, “just relax.”
Beads of sweat prickled on Mat’s forehead, stilling his body and swallowing his breath as the second finger stretched him wider, head turning toward Ben’s to search out his gaze, panting out through parted lips and clutching at his skin.
“More…” His voice kept cracking, deep and unusually rough as it was, how it always sounded through the rushes of need Ben could instil in him, and obligingly a third finger breached the ring of muscle, the tightness slowly stretching around them like most tauntingly incredible feel in the world. Mat winced a little as they pushed in deeper, and Ben stopped suddenly, wondering if he’d gone too fast, but only to be greeted with another breathy grunt of objection and Mat’s hips trying to grind down and impale himself even more.
“Steady,” Ben breathed, forcing himself to keep it slow despite the ache building his belly, itching to shove right inside Mat’s ass without a care and fuck him until he could see nothing but stars. Though, he didn’t exactly sound steady himself right now, just as breathless and rough as his lover below. His fingers curled again very slightly as Mat adjusted, brushing the sweet spot, and Mat’s body tensed, groaning out suddenly and shutting his eyes tight, almost visible waves of pleasure passing over him.
“Jesus…” he gasped, head thrown back and revealing such a delicious stretch of flushed pale throat that Ben had to lick and bite down on it, lips caressing the beautiful skin, desperate to bite harder and to claim but forcing himself to stop. No marks, his mind repeated firmly, batting back the craving to see the feathery red bruises appear on Mat’s neck, and instead focusing on pressing down his fingertips once more.
“Oh! Oh god, Ben I’m ready I’m ready…I’m ready now…”
“Okay,” Ben heard himself breathe, voice so distant from the hot hazy mess of his brain, all but a few last straggling thoughts pushed out by the sight and the feel and the way Mat smelt thick in his nostrils, and the nauseatingly erotic sounds that poured freely now from his open mouth, “Okay.”
He sucked in a deep breath, the warm sultry air feeling parched of oxygen between them, sliding his fingers out of the now lube-slick hole and catching the side of Mat’s mouth in a messy half kiss. Leaning up and sitting back on his knees, Ben managed to somehow control the burn of longing that ate up the last of his concentration, tearing his eyes away from Mat’s panting trembling form and focus his blurry vision on opening the foil packet. His own fingers were shaking a little too as he pulled the out the condom and rolled the fiddly thing down over his cock, the touch of fingers so good against the throbbing skin, hearing a rattly sigh escape his lips quite involuntarily at the contact. Mat had stolen the bottle from his hands while Ben was preoccupied, and already emptied the last of the contents on his palm, which was fair quarter of the thing mind you, trust Mat to get through the stuff like water, and the condom in place he reached out to grab the back of Ben’s head and pull him back down, wrapping his fingers firmly round his dick and smearing the gel over with a few jerks of his wrist. And holy crap, how in the hell did Mat have ever get so good at that! Even through years of self-practise he had to be a goddamn expert or something, or maybe he was just so tuned into what always dragged the hottest dirtiest responses from Ben’s lips he didn’t even need to think twice about it anymore. The glorious touches sent shivers racing down his spine, heat building at an alarmingly fast rate as Mat’s fingers squeezed and stroked, squidging gel between his knuckles and holding their clammy foreheads together, echoing the quiet groans Ben’s throat made on his own breath.
“Ready?” Ben asked at last, voice merely more than a needy grunt as Mat’s fingers released him and returned their grip on his shoulder, slippy but tight enough to dig into the skin.
“Very.” He replied, nodding so their brows slid against each other and arcing his chin upwards in search of lips, which found their place on his and crushed them into desperate kissing, a hot meld of breath and tongue.
“Right…” and Ben gripped himself with still-slick fingers, lining up against Mat and letting out a rushed breath between their kisses, “…okay…”
“Fuck!” Mat hissed, as Ben pushed forward, trying to take it slow but nearly losing it at the ease Mat’s body took so much of him at once, groaning out deep into his mouth, more of a frantic bumping of lips than any sort of recognisable kiss anymore.
“Too much?” And he paused his hips as the tight passage tensed around him, but Mat shook his head breathlessly, wriggling his own hips down and drawing out another groan from Ben’s throat at the incredible sensations that movement caused.
“Oh Christ Mat…” he gasped, eyes shutting for a second as he pushed further, enamoured by every inch of Mat’s body hot against his own, clasping arms about his neck, arching torso, clenching heat around him, hard dick throbbing where it pressed into his stomach. Enough to drive a man mad with want. Their bodies slid against each other, sweat slippy and burning, and Mat’s lungs stuttered as he tried to control his breath, such sweet-hot noises right beside Ben’s ear, extinguishing all dregs of whatever little reasoning he had left. Ben’s fingers loosed their hold and gripped Mat’s bent knee instead, in an attempt to sooth the trembling that took over his body, as he pushed in as far as he could go, and Mat’s voice broke out another deep groan.
“Ben…” he whispered, causing Ben to open his eyes again and gaze across the inch gap that separated their flushed faces, knowing what he wanted but needing to make sure Mat was okay before he obliged. “Ben, please.” And finding some last reserve of restraint he moved his hips maddeningly slow, shifting inside of Mat and dropping his head against the curve of his collar bone, fighting back every primal urge in his blood that wanted to fuck up into that tight heat like there was no tomorrow.
“Faster.” Mat was choking out, bucking underneath the weight of Ben’s frame and encouraging the quickening motions of his hips, so he slid into Mat harder on each thrust. “Don’t stop.” And Ben couldn’t see how that would ever even be a possibility. His hand tightened on Mat’s knee, just as fingers dug in the flesh of his shoulder, and one or both of them would probably leave marks if they weren’t careful but right now that didn’t matter, all that mattered was the rushes of heightening pleasure as he pumped in again and again, caught up in every carnal sob that fell from Mat’s lips amid the soft smacking sound of their movements and the far away beat of the rain.
“Ben-uh…Ben faster.”
“Steady,” he gasped, barely a whisper as he angled his thrusts amid the ever frantic shifting of bodies so he knocked into Mat’s prostate on every move, the slip-slide of their skin together crashing waves of heat through his muscles and along the path of every fiery nerve.
“Ben! God…faster…” and there was no cooling Mat’s fevered passion, rocking down on to Ben’s dick and trying to push up at the same time so his own would rub against the wall of Ben’s stomach, erratic movements mixed up with the trembling that shook in his frame. Keeping up their thrusting at this ever quickening pace, harder and faster into the wanting body that accepted so much of him on each incredible push, Ben could hear Mat’s name escape on his fractured breath, giving him what he needed as the blood thumped loud in his ears and hammered in his chest. And yet, his scattered remains of brain that focused now only on the sensations of touch and sound and tasting salty skin through kisses, knew he could get deeper, make Mat cry out with the slam of his dick. Somehow through the thought of this he managed to slow, the hand on Mat’s knee letting go to clasp the bony hip and restraining him back against the sofa as he pulled out gently, instantly missing the touch. Mat’s brown eyes searched him out frantically, swimming with sudden alarm and trying to grind down again and keep them connected, but Ben’s arm was stronger.
“Turn over.” He ordered, gruff through his teeth, but gaze soft and trying to sooth Mat’s worry, let him know it was okay, he would take care of him as always. And Mat tried to speak but the words stuck in his throat, swallowing them back and nodding instead, letting go of the red marked shoulder so he could scramble his body round. He knelt back against Ben, grasping his right hand on the arm of the sofa and letting his forehead fall down against it, other hand reaching blindly behind to grab Ben’s wrist and pull him forward. The muscles in his back rippled beneath the tensing skin as lungs heaved out deep raspy breaths, and Ben smoothed his fingers over the pale flesh, calming, or at least attempting to be as he lined up behind Mat’s ass and began to ease in again. And Mat gasped, groaning out urgently as Ben slid in and nudged his sweet spot hard with the new angle, constricting around him and feeling so goddamn good. Ben found himself echoing every throaty noise, leaning forward to press the length of his body over Mat’s and bearing slack kisses down onto the back of his neck, too breathless to focus on much else other than thrusting up again and again.
“Ohh…” He could hear Mat panting against the fabric of the arm, moving with him as he rammed into that spot, clenching tight in the battling desire that threatened to spill any moment, control emptied from his mind leaving just bare deserts of need coursing through. “…oh god harder, harder…” and Ben could do nothing but heed Mat’s pleading and pound into him, lost in the heat and the sounds of his voice breaking on every inhalation.
Somewhere in the slam of bodies and the burn of budding completion, he felt rather than saw Mat’s hand leave his wrist and wrap around his dick, jerking in time with their frenzied fucking, hearing the touches drag the filthiest moans from the shaking shallow breath, and stiffening body clamped down around him.
“Ben…Ben I’m close…I’m close…” and Mat’s hips were bucking back onto his thrusts, shaking uncontrollably, contracting round Ben’s cock as he groaned out, pumping his fist furiously.
“O-Okay..” Ben’s eyes squeezed shut tight, feeling the thud-thud-thud of his heartbeat, groaning out again himself as he felt Mat’s body convulse beneath. Releasing the grip his fingers had found on the edge of the linen sofa cushion, Ben followed the curve of Mat’s arm, taking hold of his shifting hand so they moved together, and Mat’s breath rushed out his name suddenly.
“Ben! Fuck!”
“Oh god Mat…” Ben’s mouth stumbled out, as he felt the leaking dick twitch in their locked fingers, spilling out sticky ribbons over both their hands and probably a good deal of the sofa. Mat’s body trembled, voice shuddering out the deep breaths his lungs had held back, rocking back onto Ben and spasming around him, encasing every nerve, every fibre of his being in ecstasy. And perhaps the rain had stopped and the glow of the sun through the water jewelled window was warming his back, and perhaps the sound of the late afternoon London traffic could be heard again on the busy road now the hammering on the roof no longer drowned it out, and perhaps Mat may have just said something unbelievably soppy amidst his desperate gulps of air, but the rush of Ben’s orgasm smothered out anything and everything but the final coil and burst of heat in his belly, coming into Mat’s body and crying out his name on lapsing breath.
“Shit.” he gasped, as the hum of the world around him seeped back into his mind, the noise of the cars and lack of rain, and Mat’s quivering form in the circle of his arms, hot skin prickling his own everywhere they touched. His eyes opened again, faintly blurred from keeping them shut so tight, burying his nose into the soft locks of slightly sweat-matted hair, kissing Mat’s neck and quietly whispering his reply.
A moment’s silence swamped their embrace, but for their slowing breath that bore echoes of faint inexplicable chuckling and the squish of their lube coated limbs as they began to shift apart. Ben pulled out carefully, wincing at the hiss of pain that escaped Mat’s mouth, stroking his fingers gently down the small of his back to relax the sharp tense of muscles, a brief stab of worry that he might have been too rough, the same worry he always felt, but the very same he was always assured was quite unnecessary. The hand that fell to Mat’s hip rolled him over to lay back again, familiar dimpled smile beaming up as he flumped on the sofa cushions, a deadweight to the world, hair ruffled and rosy cheeked in the sunlight.
Ben stood, his knees feeling a little weak and fingers still shaking, ridding himself of the condom and throwing it away, not wanting to stay out of Mat’s reach for any longer that required. And with that done he turned back to grin at the tousled post-sex glory of his lover spread out on the sofa, and collapse back down onto Mat’s body, winding his arms round the sweaty chest and feeling another bubble of smugness wash over him. Such a gorgeous sight, and only ever to grace his fortunate eyes with its beauty.
Mat let out a deep sigh as they lay together, the two of them covered in enough sticky substances to rule out trying to save the furniture fabric without having to get some professionals in. That would be another interesting set of dirty looks for them to shuffle their feet and grin sheepishly at. Ben’s eyes levelled with Mat’s as they gazed at one another, heads twisted to line up lips that now met again in the quiet.
“You know,” he breathed, between the touch of Mat’s kiss, “we should probably clean up.”
“Mmmm,” and Mat’s lips smiled against his, pulling back a little to lock their eyes, “there’s tissues in the side draw too.”
“Ever prepared.” Ben mumbled, grinning at the playful glint back in his gaze and leaning in for another kiss, and where their mouths merged, slow and steady and boasting the curl of Mat’s smile, he noticed he could still taste the traces of toffee. Then something twigged in his brain.
“Wait a minute,” he said, breaking them apart to raise his eyebrow accusingly at that way too innocent demeanour. “You planned all this didn’t you?”
“What?” but there was no way Mat could hide that clear flash of guilt that crossed his features, not here in the intimacy of their embrace, faces barely an inch apart.
“Putting all that stuff in the draw, just happening to taste like toffee when you know full well it’s my favourite...”
“I dunno what you’re talking about.”
“…and I bet wearing that stupid hat was part of it too, Mr I’m-a-Georgian-heartthrob-now, trying to seduce me.” And Mat grinned, not even trying to hide the guilt.
“Worked though didn’t it.”
Ben chuckled, letting out a contented sigh and tightened his hold round the smooth chest, their legs tangled and warm where they lay together, still sticky but nothing a quick shower couldn’t solve, a quick shower much much later mind. He closed his eyes and met Mat’s smile with his own again, locking their lips in a soft slow embrace that drowned out the rest of the world, feeling the sudden urge to squeeze Mat senseless as he wondered idly just how much planning had gone into it all, and how many more similar seduction episodes he could expect, rather hoping a great number would line their near future with silly plots and ploys such as this.
The sun sifted slowly into the still room, catching the speckles of dust in the stuffy air and casting long beams of light across the carpet, strewn with crumpled clothes, an abandoned script, a black highwayman hat upside-down in the corner, and papers from the scattered pile. Somewhere in the distance traffic beeped their horns and rumbled off into the city, and the clock wound its weary way on to the next hour of the late afternoon, and between the kisses and evening out breaths, Ben decided he might just buy some cherry sweets and steal a knight costume, and play Mat back at his own game.