Ben's About to be Filling Both Leslie Voids (5/5)
Title: Ben's About to be Filling Both Leslie Voids (5/5)
Pairing: Ben/Leslie
Rating: NC-17
Part1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
They were in his room, both door locks firmly in place--plus, it seemed the stars had all aligned and this was the night that Andy and April were in Indianapolis seeing a band. Their make out session had progressed steadily to the point where Ben was only in his boxers and she was just in a pair of bright red panties.
Leslie had reached for the plug from its spot on the bed, about to hand it to Ben, when it occurred to her to really look at it. That was a couple of minutes ago and now they were both sitting up on the edge of his bed, while she stared down at it.
"Okay. This is bigger than it looked online. I know I ordered a small, friendly one. Ben, is this small? I'm not sure it's as cute anymore."
"Well, it's not that much bigger than my finger, just shaped a little differently." He studied it. "But it's definitely smaller than my--"
"True, but..." She continued to look at it skeptically. "This might be a tight fit. Oh my god. Wait. What if it gets stuck? And I have to go to the emergency room and Ann has to...She's always removing things from people's butts. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. What if--"
"Okay. Leslie, it's fine. It's still cute. Take a deep breath." She did. "It's not going to get stuck. See," he rotated the plug, "there's a base here so it can't get, uh, put in that far."
He put the toy down on the bed.
"What's the rule?" Ben asked, gently rubbing her shoulders.
"Count back from 1000 by sevens and think of warm brownies? No wait. That's not it. That's completely wrong for this situation. It's--oh, we don't have to do anything if I want to change my mind and I can tell you to stop if I don't like it."
"Exactly. If you decide you don't like it, we'll stop. This is...I mean, uh, I'm really happy with the...regular place. This is like a special, unexpected treat. A bonus...hole."
She quirked an eyebrow and gave him a look. He took her hand in his and finished with, "Anyway, look, I am completely okay stopping. At any time. Or not taking this concept any further down the road, in the future."
"But you still want to try this?"
"I still want to try this, but only if you really want to try this."
She glanced at him and then at the purple butt plug lying innocently on the bed, a few inches away, then back to Ben.
This was stupid. This was her idea. This wasn't even full-on anal sex. This was training wheel anal sex. This was teeny-tiny, baby-step anal sex, with someone she loved and trusted. She rolled her eyes at herself for being so wishy-washy all of a sudden. Damn it, she was Leslie Knope and she was going to be elected to the Pawnee City Council in a few months and right now--right fucking now--she was going to do some hot and dirty back there stuff with her sexy elf king of a boyfriend/campaign manager.
"I want to try this. God. Let'sjustdothis. Ugh. You're killing me. Stop being so sweet and patient and just...violate me already."
He didn't try to hide his amusement at all this time. "Oh yeah? Getting a little anxious for Operation Purple Dragon, are we?"
He started kissing her neck. Ben moved his hand down to cup a breast teasingly, before rubbing his thumb back and forth across her nipple, making her shiver.
Ben's mouth moved up to her ear and he sucked her lobe into his mouth, before whispering, "Lay down on your stomach, Leslie." She did, burying her face in his pillow. It smelled like him and she breathed his scent in deeply.
His hands started exploring her back, the curves of her shoulders, the sides of her breasts. He moved down to cup her ass cheeks, and then slowly pulled her panties down her legs and off her feet. And seriously, she thought he might just end her one day with his slow, methodical, amazing touches.
His hands wandered back up, fingers skimming the skin of her inner thighs. Just as she spread her legs apart a bit more, trying to give him better access, he moved his hands back up over her bottom, tickling, rubbing, touching.
"I know how you feel about my butt, but I just want to say that I'm very fond of yours as well." For emphasis, he gave it a light squeeze, before sliding his hand back over her skin. "It's so round and soft. And cute."
Then his hands were gone and she could hear him doing something. Was he getting the lube open? Just when she was getting a little nervous and about to turn her head to try and see what he was doing, she felt his finger, working between her cheeks, rubbing gently, tantalizingly slowly, teasing her like he did the other morning. Only this time, his finger was much slicker and more slippery and when he spread her apart so that she was fully exposed to him, she couldn't help but gasp. And moan. And kind of push her ass up a little.
"Is this okay?"
She lifted her head up to answer. "Yes. But I kind of can't believe that you're staring at my...butthole right now."
Leslie giggled nervously and heard him start to chuckle a little behind her. She hid her face back in the pillow, all the while rocking her hips against the bed, smelling his scent in the pillowcase's fabric, and pushing herself even more against his warm hands and slick finger.
Finally, her curiosity got the better of any embarrassment she felt. She turned her head sideways against his pillow.
"What does it look like? Does it look like a rosebud? I read it's sometimes described as a rosebud. Not mine, specifically, because, you're really the first person to take an up close look at it, but you know, in general."
She waited while Ben considered her question. "Kind of, yeah. It does. And if you weren't all lubed up right now, the kiss-monster would totally attack your cute little rosebud."
He started fingering her slowly, sliding in and out, going a little deeper each pass.
"Jesus, Ben," she moaned, still muffled slightly by the pillow, kind of not believing how turned on she was by the idea of his lips and tongue...there. God, she loved it so much when he was needlessly disgusting. He spread her cheeks apart again and started teasing the lubed-up tip of the plug against her now-slick opening and...fuck. She couldn't suppress a shudder.
"Talk to me. Are you doing okay?"
"Yes. Yes. Okay. It feels good. Like your finger did."
"Good. God, you are so sexy Leslie. I'm going to put this in you and then I'm going to put my cock in you and you're going to feel it everywhere. Just try to relax."
She whimpered. The only thing better than needlessly disgusting Ben, was dirty-talking Ben telling her what he was going to do to her--and then doing it.
He slowly slid it in a little, then stopped, letting her get used to it. "Can you get up on your knees, babe?"
She raised herself up, but kept her elbows and upper body on the bed, so her ass was up high for him. She heard him groan behind her.
"You're so wet. I love it when you show me just how wet you are. Okay, this is the biggest part of it. Tell me if you want me to stop."
Leslie felt it slide in a bit more. It didn't hurt at all, but it was a weird pressure and she tried to make herself relax, stretched a hand down between her legs, and started lazily fingering her clit. Oh, god, okay, that helped. She moaned. In fact, the whole combination of sensations felt pretty amazing. Why hadn't they tried this before?
Ben kept gently pushing the plug and it was sliding in even easier now. She could hear him suck in a sharp breath. "Oh fuck, Leslie. Yes, do that. Touch yourself."
Then his fingers gripped her hips, tugged her back slightly, and his mouth was kissing a wet trail up the back of her thigh.
"Wait. Is it all--?"
"Yes. The dragon is in the tunnel," he confirmed, his voice trailing off.
She started to laugh...but then his hands were gripping both thighs and his tongue was working it's way towards her center. And...oh.
Leslie brought her hand back up so both forearms were resting on the bed again. Every so often his nose would push against the base of the plug, sending a jolt through her.
"Ben, please. Just god, grab my hips and get in me. Please? Fuck."
He kept pushing his tongue forward and hitting her clit, then back to her opening and while it felt so, so good, sometimes she got too sensitive and couldn't come twice right in a row. And if she came now from his tongue, she might not be able to again in a few minutes. Normally that wasn't a huge deal, but she really wanted to have an orgasm while both Ben and the plug were buried inside her.
"Bennnnnn..." she started to whine, almost beg, but then he was gripping her hips and slipping slowly, wonderfully deep inside her from behind.
"Okay?" He asked.
"Yeah. Yes. Oh," she managed to get out.
"I should go slow at first maybe?"
"Oh. Yeah. Mmmmm."
"Have you been reduced to one syllable words?"
"Uh-huh."
He laughed lightly and continued to press into her slowly, then started to speed up a little as she pushed back against him, and god, it felt really good. Amazingly good--the way he was filling her to the hilt, while also pushing against the plug with each thrust. And that's when Leslie decided to begin phase two: Operation Sparkle and Awe.
She reached for her new vibrator where she very sneakily put it under his pillow earlier. This brilliant plan solved two issues. One, she'd definitely come and two, if she used her vibrator, Ben didn't have to worry about trying to remember to use a different finger to touch her clit. And he could keep grabbing her by the hips while he thrusted into her, because fuck, she seriously loved the way that felt.
She twisted it on and slid it down and between her legs. She gasped at the sensation. So did Ben.
"Oh my god," he panted out. "What's happening?"
"My vibrator."
"Fuck, I can feel that." His words quickly dissolved into a string of curses, before he asked, "This okay still?"
"Mmmmmm...yes, god." She couldn't believe how fast she was going to come. "Ben. Harder."
He didn't respond verbally but his hips sped up, his grip tightened, and she could feel his balls slapping against her, his gasps and grunts while he started to pound her. While she rubbed the vibrator against herself, Leslie started pushing her hips down into it, and it felt like she was being pulled in all kinds of directions - back, down, and sideways. Both of her openings stretched and filled, her clit vibrated, her whole body tensed and was building up with pleasure. And then she was coming--so hard she thought she might black out. Seconds later it seemed, Ben was right behind her, yelling out (he was usually kind of quiet when he came), fingers digging into her skin, shuddering, filling her up.
***
"Am I dead? I think I might be dead," he mumbled into the back of her neck. After cleaning up briefly, they had ended up back on his bed, Ben curled around her.
"In case you were wondering, that was my new sparkly travel vibrator. Or specifically, the one I will be keeping here. For those occasions that require...vibrating," Leslie answered and she was kind of disappointed he couldn't see the well-earned, self-satisfied expression on her face.
"Okay, that's a pretty great idea," he agreed, pulling some stands of her hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck.
"I think the term you're looking for is good financial sense. As in--wow, you're right, babe, a second vibrator makes a whole lot of good financial sense."
"You really want to rub my face in this, don't you?"
"I really kind of do," Leslie confirmed.
"Hmmmm...Okay, I can accept that. So, did you like it?" His hand was lightly stroking her hip while he spoke, moving slowly and gently over the same spot he was gripping onto so tightly earlier.
"Being right?" she asked, as she turned around to face him. She nodded. "Yes."
Ben rolled his eyes. "No. That's not what I meant."
"Oh, did I like you doing...?"
Ben nodded.
"That was okay, I guess," she grinned. "Definitely not terrible. We could probably try some other...things back there."
"Mmmmm, I like things," he answered. "And coincidence--I like back there too."
She laughed. "I'll just have to make a binder first. You know, with some research and notes, maybe a diagram or two? Oh! And maybe a new code name?"
He smiled. "Let's just please not call it Operation Pink Dra--" But before Ben could even finish his sentence, Leslie moved in closer and kissed him thoroughly.
*--THE END--*
Pairing: Ben/Leslie
Rating: NC-17
Part1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
They were in his room, both door locks firmly in place--plus, it seemed the stars had all aligned and this was the night that Andy and April were in Indianapolis seeing a band. Their make out session had progressed steadily to the point where Ben was only in his boxers and she was just in a pair of bright red panties.
Leslie had reached for the plug from its spot on the bed, about to hand it to Ben, when it occurred to her to really look at it. That was a couple of minutes ago and now they were both sitting up on the edge of his bed, while she stared down at it.
"Okay. This is bigger than it looked online. I know I ordered a small, friendly one. Ben, is this small? I'm not sure it's as cute anymore."
"Well, it's not that much bigger than my finger, just shaped a little differently." He studied it. "But it's definitely smaller than my--"
"True, but..." She continued to look at it skeptically. "This might be a tight fit. Oh my god. Wait. What if it gets stuck? And I have to go to the emergency room and Ann has to...She's always removing things from people's butts. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. What if--"
"Okay. Leslie, it's fine. It's still cute. Take a deep breath." She did. "It's not going to get stuck. See," he rotated the plug, "there's a base here so it can't get, uh, put in that far."
He put the toy down on the bed.
"What's the rule?" Ben asked, gently rubbing her shoulders.
"Count back from 1000 by sevens and think of warm brownies? No wait. That's not it. That's completely wrong for this situation. It's--oh, we don't have to do anything if I want to change my mind and I can tell you to stop if I don't like it."
"Exactly. If you decide you don't like it, we'll stop. This is...I mean, uh, I'm really happy with the...regular place. This is like a special, unexpected treat. A bonus...hole."
She quirked an eyebrow and gave him a look. He took her hand in his and finished with, "Anyway, look, I am completely okay stopping. At any time. Or not taking this concept any further down the road, in the future."
"But you still want to try this?"
"I still want to try this, but only if you really want to try this."
She glanced at him and then at the purple butt plug lying innocently on the bed, a few inches away, then back to Ben.
This was stupid. This was her idea. This wasn't even full-on anal sex. This was training wheel anal sex. This was teeny-tiny, baby-step anal sex, with someone she loved and trusted. She rolled her eyes at herself for being so wishy-washy all of a sudden. Damn it, she was Leslie Knope and she was going to be elected to the Pawnee City Council in a few months and right now--right fucking now--she was going to do some hot and dirty back there stuff with her sexy elf king of a boyfriend/campaign manager.
"I want to try this. God. Let'sjustdothis. Ugh. You're killing me. Stop being so sweet and patient and just...violate me already."
He didn't try to hide his amusement at all this time. "Oh yeah? Getting a little anxious for Operation Purple Dragon, are we?"
He started kissing her neck. Ben moved his hand down to cup a breast teasingly, before rubbing his thumb back and forth across her nipple, making her shiver.
Ben's mouth moved up to her ear and he sucked her lobe into his mouth, before whispering, "Lay down on your stomach, Leslie." She did, burying her face in his pillow. It smelled like him and she breathed his scent in deeply.
His hands started exploring her back, the curves of her shoulders, the sides of her breasts. He moved down to cup her ass cheeks, and then slowly pulled her panties down her legs and off her feet. And seriously, she thought he might just end her one day with his slow, methodical, amazing touches.
His hands wandered back up, fingers skimming the skin of her inner thighs. Just as she spread her legs apart a bit more, trying to give him better access, he moved his hands back up over her bottom, tickling, rubbing, touching.
"I know how you feel about my butt, but I just want to say that I'm very fond of yours as well." For emphasis, he gave it a light squeeze, before sliding his hand back over her skin. "It's so round and soft. And cute."
Then his hands were gone and she could hear him doing something. Was he getting the lube open? Just when she was getting a little nervous and about to turn her head to try and see what he was doing, she felt his finger, working between her cheeks, rubbing gently, tantalizingly slowly, teasing her like he did the other morning. Only this time, his finger was much slicker and more slippery and when he spread her apart so that she was fully exposed to him, she couldn't help but gasp. And moan. And kind of push her ass up a little.
"Is this okay?"
She lifted her head up to answer. "Yes. But I kind of can't believe that you're staring at my...butthole right now."
Leslie giggled nervously and heard him start to chuckle a little behind her. She hid her face back in the pillow, all the while rocking her hips against the bed, smelling his scent in the pillowcase's fabric, and pushing herself even more against his warm hands and slick finger.
Finally, her curiosity got the better of any embarrassment she felt. She turned her head sideways against his pillow.
"What does it look like? Does it look like a rosebud? I read it's sometimes described as a rosebud. Not mine, specifically, because, you're really the first person to take an up close look at it, but you know, in general."
She waited while Ben considered her question. "Kind of, yeah. It does. And if you weren't all lubed up right now, the kiss-monster would totally attack your cute little rosebud."
He started fingering her slowly, sliding in and out, going a little deeper each pass.
"Jesus, Ben," she moaned, still muffled slightly by the pillow, kind of not believing how turned on she was by the idea of his lips and tongue...there. God, she loved it so much when he was needlessly disgusting. He spread her cheeks apart again and started teasing the lubed-up tip of the plug against her now-slick opening and...fuck. She couldn't suppress a shudder.
"Talk to me. Are you doing okay?"
"Yes. Yes. Okay. It feels good. Like your finger did."
"Good. God, you are so sexy Leslie. I'm going to put this in you and then I'm going to put my cock in you and you're going to feel it everywhere. Just try to relax."
She whimpered. The only thing better than needlessly disgusting Ben, was dirty-talking Ben telling her what he was going to do to her--and then doing it.
He slowly slid it in a little, then stopped, letting her get used to it. "Can you get up on your knees, babe?"
She raised herself up, but kept her elbows and upper body on the bed, so her ass was up high for him. She heard him groan behind her.
"You're so wet. I love it when you show me just how wet you are. Okay, this is the biggest part of it. Tell me if you want me to stop."
Leslie felt it slide in a bit more. It didn't hurt at all, but it was a weird pressure and she tried to make herself relax, stretched a hand down between her legs, and started lazily fingering her clit. Oh, god, okay, that helped. She moaned. In fact, the whole combination of sensations felt pretty amazing. Why hadn't they tried this before?
Ben kept gently pushing the plug and it was sliding in even easier now. She could hear him suck in a sharp breath. "Oh fuck, Leslie. Yes, do that. Touch yourself."
Then his fingers gripped her hips, tugged her back slightly, and his mouth was kissing a wet trail up the back of her thigh.
"Wait. Is it all--?"
"Yes. The dragon is in the tunnel," he confirmed, his voice trailing off.
She started to laugh...but then his hands were gripping both thighs and his tongue was working it's way towards her center. And...oh.
Leslie brought her hand back up so both forearms were resting on the bed again. Every so often his nose would push against the base of the plug, sending a jolt through her.
"Ben, please. Just god, grab my hips and get in me. Please? Fuck."
He kept pushing his tongue forward and hitting her clit, then back to her opening and while it felt so, so good, sometimes she got too sensitive and couldn't come twice right in a row. And if she came now from his tongue, she might not be able to again in a few minutes. Normally that wasn't a huge deal, but she really wanted to have an orgasm while both Ben and the plug were buried inside her.
"Bennnnnn..." she started to whine, almost beg, but then he was gripping her hips and slipping slowly, wonderfully deep inside her from behind.
"Okay?" He asked.
"Yeah. Yes. Oh," she managed to get out.
"I should go slow at first maybe?"
"Oh. Yeah. Mmmmm."
"Have you been reduced to one syllable words?"
"Uh-huh."
He laughed lightly and continued to press into her slowly, then started to speed up a little as she pushed back against him, and god, it felt really good. Amazingly good--the way he was filling her to the hilt, while also pushing against the plug with each thrust. And that's when Leslie decided to begin phase two: Operation Sparkle and Awe.
She reached for her new vibrator where she very sneakily put it under his pillow earlier. This brilliant plan solved two issues. One, she'd definitely come and two, if she used her vibrator, Ben didn't have to worry about trying to remember to use a different finger to touch her clit. And he could keep grabbing her by the hips while he thrusted into her, because fuck, she seriously loved the way that felt.
She twisted it on and slid it down and between her legs. She gasped at the sensation. So did Ben.
"Oh my god," he panted out. "What's happening?"
"My vibrator."
"Fuck, I can feel that." His words quickly dissolved into a string of curses, before he asked, "This okay still?"
"Mmmmmm...yes, god." She couldn't believe how fast she was going to come. "Ben. Harder."
He didn't respond verbally but his hips sped up, his grip tightened, and she could feel his balls slapping against her, his gasps and grunts while he started to pound her. While she rubbed the vibrator against herself, Leslie started pushing her hips down into it, and it felt like she was being pulled in all kinds of directions - back, down, and sideways. Both of her openings stretched and filled, her clit vibrated, her whole body tensed and was building up with pleasure. And then she was coming--so hard she thought she might black out. Seconds later it seemed, Ben was right behind her, yelling out (he was usually kind of quiet when he came), fingers digging into her skin, shuddering, filling her up.
***
"Am I dead? I think I might be dead," he mumbled into the back of her neck. After cleaning up briefly, they had ended up back on his bed, Ben curled around her.
"In case you were wondering, that was my new sparkly travel vibrator. Or specifically, the one I will be keeping here. For those occasions that require...vibrating," Leslie answered and she was kind of disappointed he couldn't see the well-earned, self-satisfied expression on her face.
"Okay, that's a pretty great idea," he agreed, pulling some stands of her hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck.
"I think the term you're looking for is good financial sense. As in--wow, you're right, babe, a second vibrator makes a whole lot of good financial sense."
"You really want to rub my face in this, don't you?"
"I really kind of do," Leslie confirmed.
"Hmmmm...Okay, I can accept that. So, did you like it?" His hand was lightly stroking her hip while he spoke, moving slowly and gently over the same spot he was gripping onto so tightly earlier.
"Being right?" she asked, as she turned around to face him. She nodded. "Yes."
Ben rolled his eyes. "No. That's not what I meant."
"Oh, did I like you doing...?"
Ben nodded.
"That was okay, I guess," she grinned. "Definitely not terrible. We could probably try some other...things back there."
"Mmmmm, I like things," he answered. "And coincidence--I like back there too."
She laughed. "I'll just have to make a binder first. You know, with some research and notes, maybe a diagram or two? Oh! And maybe a new code name?"
He smiled. "Let's just please not call it Operation Pink Dra--" But before Ben could even finish his sentence, Leslie moved in closer and kissed him thoroughly.
*--THE END--*