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jule1122It's May 20th in Australia so it is officially Viv's birthday! My wish for you, my dear, is a year filled with love, laughter, joy, creativity, peace, and lots and lots of Ben/Michael fun! To get you started here is a little birthday porn. One thing you and I and Michael know is that the only thing better than Ben is wet!Ben! I hope you enjoy.
Michael half expected Ben to be asleep when he finally made it home. He’d received one of his biggest shipments ever at the store just before closing and dealing with it had taken longer than expected. Michael both dreaded and loved inventory days. Unpacking, confirming all items had been received and were undamaged then, finding space for everything was a pain, but Michael couldn’t help getting excited over all those new comic books. It was still a thrill to see the next issue in one of his favorite series, and he hadn’t been able to resist the temptation of reading one or two or three of the new comics.
A peek into the bedroom showed nothing but an empty bed. Michael decided to stop in the bathroom to at least wash his hands and face before going in search of his husband. When he opened the bathroom door, Michael was enveloped in a cloud of steam. Just as he stepped inside, Ben stepped out of the shower.
“Hey, you made it home. I’d just about given up on you.” Ben smiled when he spotted Michael.
“Yeah, home,” Michael mumbled, distracted by the sight of Ben wet and flushed from the heat of the shower.
“Michael,” Ben looked at him oddly. “Would you mind closing the door? You’re letting cold air in.”
Michael complied, but swallowed hard when he noticed Ben’s nipples hardening from the temperature change. A drop of water slowly made its way from Ben’s collarbone down his chest; Michael watched it, transfixed. When Ben reached for a towel, the movement catching Michael’s attention. “No, don’t.”
He stepped forward, gripping Ben’s hips to hold him in place. The water droplet he’d been watching had made it to the lower curve of Ben’s ribs. Michael caught it with his tongue and traced its path back up Ben’s chest. Ben made an appreciative noise as Michael continued to lick water from his neck and collarbone. Leaning down, Michael lapped at one of Ben’s nipples before tugging it gently with his teeth.
Ben groaned and pulled Michael up for a deep kiss. His damp hands framed Michael’s face, and Michael felt water seeping into his clothes as they pressed against each other. “Bed?” Ben suggested when he broke the kiss.
Michael shook his head. He took a step back and pressed his hand to Ben’s chest to keep him from following. “Stay,” he said firmly.
Michael opened the medicine chest and pulled out a condom. He gave Ben a quick smile before dropping to his knees and rolling the condom over Ben’s dick. Half-hard already, Ben’s dick swelled even more in Michael’s hand. Michael swirled his tongue around the head before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard. “Mmm, lime,” he said as he pulled back and looked up at Ben.
The look on Ben’s face before his closed his eyes and leaned his head back, exposing the long column of his neck, water still dripping from the ends of hair, had Michael hastily undoing his own pants. Grateful he’d grabbed the lube with the condom; he slicked up his hand and reached for his own dick as he took Ben back into his mouth. Michael jerked himself off as he licked and sucked on Ben’s dick. Ben’s grunts of pleasure and murmurs of encouragement drove Michael crazy, and he was on the edge faster than he anticipated. He took Ben as deep as he could and moaned loudly as he felt his orgasm approaching. The vibrations around his dick set Ben off, and Michael felt Ben’s dick pulse in his mouth just before he came.
Michael sat back and eased his hand out from under Ben’s where they’d both gripped the top of the condom to secure it. Breathing heavily, he leaned back and gave Ben room to handle his own clean up. Looking down at himself, Michael laughed at the picture he presented.
Ben glanced at him to see what was so funny. Michael’s pants were shoved just below his ass, and his hand, clothes, and stomach were coved with lube and come. He smiled and offered his husband and hand. “Looks like you need a shower now,” he said as he pulled Michael to his feet.
“Yeah,” Michael agreed. “Care to join me?”
Michael half expected Ben to be asleep when he finally made it home. He’d received one of his biggest shipments ever at the store just before closing and dealing with it had taken longer than expected. Michael both dreaded and loved inventory days. Unpacking, confirming all items had been received and were undamaged then, finding space for everything was a pain, but Michael couldn’t help getting excited over all those new comic books. It was still a thrill to see the next issue in one of his favorite series, and he hadn’t been able to resist the temptation of reading one or two or three of the new comics.
A peek into the bedroom showed nothing but an empty bed. Michael decided to stop in the bathroom to at least wash his hands and face before going in search of his husband. When he opened the bathroom door, Michael was enveloped in a cloud of steam. Just as he stepped inside, Ben stepped out of the shower.
“Hey, you made it home. I’d just about given up on you.” Ben smiled when he spotted Michael.
“Yeah, home,” Michael mumbled, distracted by the sight of Ben wet and flushed from the heat of the shower.
“Michael,” Ben looked at him oddly. “Would you mind closing the door? You’re letting cold air in.”
Michael complied, but swallowed hard when he noticed Ben’s nipples hardening from the temperature change. A drop of water slowly made its way from Ben’s collarbone down his chest; Michael watched it, transfixed. When Ben reached for a towel, the movement catching Michael’s attention. “No, don’t.”
He stepped forward, gripping Ben’s hips to hold him in place. The water droplet he’d been watching had made it to the lower curve of Ben’s ribs. Michael caught it with his tongue and traced its path back up Ben’s chest. Ben made an appreciative noise as Michael continued to lick water from his neck and collarbone. Leaning down, Michael lapped at one of Ben’s nipples before tugging it gently with his teeth.
Ben groaned and pulled Michael up for a deep kiss. His damp hands framed Michael’s face, and Michael felt water seeping into his clothes as they pressed against each other. “Bed?” Ben suggested when he broke the kiss.
Michael shook his head. He took a step back and pressed his hand to Ben’s chest to keep him from following. “Stay,” he said firmly.
Michael opened the medicine chest and pulled out a condom. He gave Ben a quick smile before dropping to his knees and rolling the condom over Ben’s dick. Half-hard already, Ben’s dick swelled even more in Michael’s hand. Michael swirled his tongue around the head before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard. “Mmm, lime,” he said as he pulled back and looked up at Ben.
The look on Ben’s face before his closed his eyes and leaned his head back, exposing the long column of his neck, water still dripping from the ends of hair, had Michael hastily undoing his own pants. Grateful he’d grabbed the lube with the condom; he slicked up his hand and reached for his own dick as he took Ben back into his mouth. Michael jerked himself off as he licked and sucked on Ben’s dick. Ben’s grunts of pleasure and murmurs of encouragement drove Michael crazy, and he was on the edge faster than he anticipated. He took Ben as deep as he could and moaned loudly as he felt his orgasm approaching. The vibrations around his dick set Ben off, and Michael felt Ben’s dick pulse in his mouth just before he came.
Michael sat back and eased his hand out from under Ben’s where they’d both gripped the top of the condom to secure it. Breathing heavily, he leaned back and gave Ben room to handle his own clean up. Looking down at himself, Michael laughed at the picture he presented.
Ben glanced at him to see what was so funny. Michael’s pants were shoved just below his ass, and his hand, clothes, and stomach were coved with lube and come. He smiled and offered his husband and hand. “Looks like you need a shower now,” he said as he pulled Michael to his feet.
“Yeah,” Michael agreed. “Care to join me?”
