Roommates With Benefits [BL]

Damien didn’t give me a moment to catch my breath.

He remained deep inside me, his heat still intense and demanding, as he started moving again with slow, deep rolls of his hips that sent shivers through every sensitive nerve. My brain, still half-melted from the last orgasm, tried to file a formal complaint about the lack of intermission. It was ignored.

The wet, filthy sounds of our bodies mingling filled the quiet room, and my legs trembled around his waist while I shot him a glare, flushed and shaking.

”You can’t even let me catch my breath?” I asked.

He just chuckled softly in my ear, the sound warm and undeniably satisfied, maintaining that unhurried rhythm that made my stomach clench every time he ground against that spot inside me.

”You can take it,” he murmured, his voice vibrating against my skin.

Leaning down closer, his lips brushed against my ear as he whispered something so quietly it barely registered.

”After all... this is your punishment.”

My... what now?

I froze, caught off guard and overwhelmed, the mix of his movements inside me and his unexpected words forcing a strained question from my lips.

”P... punishment? What did the fuck I do?”

Damien responded by thrusting harder, the deeper motions pulling a sharp cry from my throat as his hands gripped my hips tightly enough to leave marks.

The man had clearly decided that ”gentle recovery period” was a myth invented by people who hadn’t spent four years without each other.

His voice was thick with emotion as he spoke again, punctuating each word with another roll of his hips.

”You’re the one who asked me to let you go all those years ago, weren’t you?”

The accusation landed hard, tangled between pleasure and pain, and I sobbed from the intensity of it, gasping as the words spilled out.

”What the hell?! I only did it to give you the life you were meant to have! I wanted to make you happy, you... you asshole!”

After that, his thrusts deepened, becoming more forceful as the wet sounds of our bodies meeting grew louder, his grip on my hips tightening as he used that leverage to pull me onto him with each stroke.

Every time he dragged me back, I felt the stretch all over again, like my body was still trying to remember how to exist around him after so long.

”Yes, Sunshine... but who told you my life would be happy without you in it, huh?”

He delivered a firm spank to my backside, the sharp sting blossoming into warmth, then gripped the soft flesh tightly, dragging me back onto him again and again. The sound of it was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I made a mental note to never again claim I had dignity.

”That’s why I want to punish you tonight. For making us live without each other. I missed you, I wanted to be close to you, I craved you. And when I finally came back... you were so mad at me.”

His voice cracked slightly at the end, the weight of how much he’d longed for me hitting harder than his thrusts, and I felt the internal struggle rising even as the pleasure built.

It was almost too much, yet the thought of him stopping felt even worse.

He lowered his head, taking one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard while still thrusting deeply. The combination of overstimulation, the warmth of his mouth, and the emotional intensity pushed me higher and higher until another orgasm crashed over me.

It tore through me with such force that it soaked both of us and the sheets beneath us, the overwhelming pleasure dazzling my senses and making it hard to keep my legs wrapped around him. Somewhere in the wreckage of my dignity, a small voice whispered that this was not how I had pictured our reunion.

Damien’s eyes widened with pure desire and wonder.

He slowed just enough to watch, then let out a dark, delighted laugh that sent another shiver through me.

”Damn... look at that. You’re soaking me with cum, Sunshine.” He ground his hips slowly through the mess. ”I didn’t even know you could do that... God, you’re incredible.”

He kept moving through it, showering me with praise and teasing affection while I struggled to process what had just happened... What the hell...? Did I just squirt or something?

The words spilling from him between soft kisses at my tear-streaked cheeks. ”Your body still remembers me so well... even after four years.”

The sight of me squirting cum like a fountain all over him pushed Damien over the edge.

He came hard and deep inside me with a low, broken groan, the thick waves of his release spilling out around his cock every time he pressed in, mixing with my own and turning the bed into a complete mess of soaked sheets and the scent of sex.

It felt chaotic enough to leave me dazed and a bit embarrassed while the pleasure still hummed through my limbs, and a fleeting, half-hysterical thought crossed my mind... thank goodness my dad wasn’t coming home tonight; the smell alone would have given us away.

I was completely exhausted and limp afterward, barely moving, with the overstimulation leaving me heavy and pliant, making every small touch feel amplified. My legs felt like overcooked noodles. My brain had clocked out.

Damien carefully pulled out, wincing slightly at the mess that followed, then seamlessly shifted into a gentle mode that felt like a totally different person.

He cleaned me up with a warm washcloth he must have gotten from the bathroom, the soft strokes over my sensitive skin feeling almost more exposing than the sex itself.

He then tidied up the worst of the bedding before pulling me into his arms. He stroked my hair with slow, careful fingers, pressing gentle kisses to my forehead and temple, murmuring quiet reassurances as my breathing gradually steadied against his chest.

”I’ve got you... just relax. You did so well.”

I lingered in that soft aftercare for quite a while, half-asleep against the comforting warmth of him, the earlier intensity settling into something softer and more intimate. My body was still twitching occasionally like it couldn’t quite believe the night was over.

Once I was calm and nearly asleep, Damien went quiet for a moment.

Then, in a low, serious voice that broke the stillness of the room, he said something that snapped my eyes wide open.

”Come to the city with me.”