WHO: Ben and Fitz WHEN: Sunday 5/19 WHERE: Ben’s place WHAT: Getting to know each other more. WARNINGS: SEX! *ahem* STATUS: Complete
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The scent drew him to the apartment. He padded up to the open living room window and sniffed at the air, the orange tabby felt its tummy growl.
Okay, you can’t just keep going over for food… or sex… or maybe he could? Companionship, right?
Fitz hopped up to the ledge and nudged the window open more before coming inside. Tail flicking calmly. Permission to enter. Sexy.
He’d already told Kyrie about him and she seemed a bit more excited than he was. It had taken him control to not visit sooner, he knew he’d probably not be able to control himself. All those dreams of them together, waking up needing release. He didn’t want to come off as easy, or… who was he kidding, it had been more than six years and it wasn’t like the island had an active nightlife.
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Ben had started keeping the living room window ajar - just a bit - in case the little feline visitor decided to return after their first official meeting on Thursday afternoon. Each time he came home and saw that the window was how he left it, open just that tiny bit, there was a tiny bit of disappointment but really, Fitz had said he would come around again but Ben wasn’t holding his hopes up on it actually happening.
After harvesting some vegetables from his little plot the day before Ben was now in the process of doing a large cook up, it was so much easier to do this and have a variety of meals at hand than to eat the same thing for several nights in a row. At the moment he had a large pot of meatballs on top of the stove cooking on low and some radishes roasting in the oven, he couldn’t wait until the squash and pumpkins that he had planted earlier to start producing so he could add them to these meals.
As everything was slowly cooking away Ben was in the living area, reading some non fiction book that he had picked up from the library when he heard a familiar voice in his mind, Fitz. Permission granted. All clear. His head raised towards the voice, dark framed reading glasses perched high on his nose.
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Fitz hopped up onto the table and flopped onto his back, looking at Ben upside down. Have they come to fix the wire yet? Did you impair the camera’s? He asked, with a meow. He’d gotten really good at pretending to be a real cat. It fooled everyone who wasn’t in the know and (he would swear) some who were.
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You’re safe. They haven’t come around to fix anything yet and I covered up all the ones you told me about Ben leaned over, petting Fitz on the belly to keep up the show even though he knew they were both safe. That was also something that he checked every time he came home, that wire behind the TV and also that all the cameras were still covered by pictures or clothes. Dinner won’t be long, if that’s why you’re here
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The cat purred and brushed against Ben’s hand before hopping over to the couch. I came to see you. Fitz had, he couldn’t deny the smell of food had been enticing, but it wasn’t the only reason. Neither had that desire to just jump the man right there and then. And he realized he should probably change forms before he actually started to fantasize pulling Ben’s clothes from his body- though he might have already been too late. The cat changed in a blink into that dark haired man. His scruff still scruffy. He kept telling himself he’d shave ‘tomorrow’, but tomorrow had come many times and still no shave. Fitz pulled his backpack and jacket off and placed them on a chair. His shirt fit a little better than the last pair and these pants had to be kept up with a belt.
“Hey.” The blue eyed man smiled wide at the spectacled man, those animal pointed canines showing.
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Ben smiled, watching as the cat brushed against his hand before jumping up on the couch near him. Well that was until the cat suddenly morphed into the man he had seen a few days beforehand. While he knew that this was normal for Fitz it was nothing that Ben had ever seen and his surprise came out as a soft gasp. Putting the book down on the coffee table he continued to look at Fitz, still not really believing what he had just witnessed.
“Came to see me, no?” He had hoped that it was the case but maybe Fitz was just walking by and could smell the meatballs cooking.
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Fitz nodded. “Yea.” He said, sitting back down on the couch, situating himself so he could see Ben. “Would have come by earlier… but I had… well, people to check on. Make sure they were okay. I don’t really have a job, but there are some people who kinda need animal therapy… so I help, even if they don’t know who- what I am.” It was true. Some of the more traumatized people he did visit in his rounds at least once a week. Purred and was petted and it seemed to help them calm down.
He tilted his head slightly. “But I’ve added you into my rounds now…” He said, lip catching on his took slightly as he watched Ben. Was it being too forward to say, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Let’s hope not.
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Ben could understand how Fitz could help people in his feline form, animal and pet therapy did work and no wonder he went around so many others just to check on them and offer support when they needed it. “That is kind of you, they must get some comfort from your brief company.” Although definitely not in the same way that the two of them had shared so far, that once last Thursday.
Another soft smile spread across his face as Fitz said that Ben was now amongst those on his ‘rounds’, which actually felt comforting, a stealthy little spy checking up on him. Then Fitz said that he had being thinking about Ben, he had being thinking of the other man for the past few days too. “Only the good things I hope.” Taking another risk he reached over, a finger moving to tuck a hair behind the other man’s ear, although really there wasn’t any that needed it, they weren’t long enough.
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Fitz nodded. “I would say good things.” Ask about his day. Ask about where he was born, how old was he, what was he cooking, did he have any siblings, what was his favorite color, what was he reading, had he ever gone skydiving, ask anything but… “How about I show you some of those things?” His hand reached up and took Ben’s hand before he could take it back and kissed at his palm.
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His bottom lip rolled between his teeth as Fitz kissed his palm, how could he deny his thoughts were less than pure since they had kissed and explored one another with gentle caresses, but right now he wanted to know what kind of things the other man was willing to show him, to see if they were anything like those that were going around in his own head. “Be my guest.”
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Fitz smiled and leaned in, a hand ran down Ben’s torso, finding the hem of his shirt as his lips made purchase on his. A deep kiss on the mouth transitioned to kissed applied to the neck as his hand slipped under Ben’s shirt and over his skin. God he was hot. Just gorgeous.
His hands lifted Ben’s shirt over his head and deposited it on the table beside them. “What’s your favorite color?” Fitz asked, suddenly wanting to know more about this man he felt he couldn’t keep his hands off of. His lips moved down from Ben’s neck to his chest. Paying attention to every inch he could.
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Those soft lips against his, those velvety fingertips on the skin of his belly, that slight scratch of stubble on stubble as the kisses moved from lips to neck., it was all so much better than he had pictured it. Before their touches were soft, exploratory and sensual but this time there was a heat there that wasn’t there before, almost sexual if Ben was being honest with himself, and did he mind it? Not in the least.
He managed to get his glasses off as his arms went up above his head to help with the removal of that shirt, placing them on the arm of the couch as Fitz asked him a question. Favorite color? “Red. The color of lava… and passion.” He replied, eyes slipping closed as those lips moved down along his collarbone and onto his chest. “What’s yours?”
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“Purple.” He replied, smiling at Ben’s answer. “The regal color.”
His fingers moved lower as his lips followed slowly, running along the hem of Ben’s jeans, teasingly slipping below. “You’ll tell me if you want me to stop.” Fitz said as his hand moved over the fabric of the other man’s pants, fingernails scraping up the denim on his thigh. “What is your favorite genre? Movie, TV, book or otherwise.” He asked, pulling back slightly as his fingers started to undo Ben’s jeans.
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Ben's breath hitched a bit as Fitz's fingers started teasing at the hem of his jeans, feeling his skin getting warm at the touch. This was definitely more sexual and he wasn't complaining at all.
“No… don't stop…” He said, these touches were starting to arouse him. While he didn't want to rush into anything it seemed like Fitz had given into those urges. “Mmm… erotica.” So it wasn't really, but at this moment it sounded like the kind of answer that was appropriate.
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Fitz pause, fingers freezing, he sat back a bit and looked at Ben with an arched brow. “Really?” He asked. “I mean I’m all for a good steamy story every now and then, but if I had to chose I’d pick a mystery any day. True crime, law and order stuff. Though I have been watching a lot of RomComs lately.” Thanks to Kyrie.
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“Mysteries are good. Wondering who done it. But they don't tell you why.” It wasn't usually the butler despite the old joke. “Come here…” Reaching down Ben took Fitz's hands in his, half urging, half pulling the other man over to straddle his legs.
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Fitz complied, slipping one leg over the other man’s lap as he rested on the man’s lap. His hands ran down the other man’s chest. “Yes, sir.” He smirked.
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His hands slowly skimmed down Fitz's side, fingers tucking under the shirt and lifting it up and off the other man, lips brushing softly against the collarbone. There was something about having the taller man well and truly towering over him, looking down at him like he was small. Ben started to trail a series of kisses towards Fitz's head. “I have thought about you too… wondering so many things…” he said in between kisses, the main thing he had wondered was what it would be like to get intimate with the other man.
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Fitz slipped his fingers into the other man’s hair, casually rocking his hips slightly as he gently but firmly pulled the other man’s head back to look at him. “And what… have you been wondering?” He asked, his other hand moved down the side of Ben’s face, taking a moment to trace over his lips before he leaned down and took the man into a deep kiss before he could answer. His jeans, way to lose did a job at camouflaging the fact that being this close, this hot for the other man was slowly having an impact on him. He tried to slow his body down a little, it had been a while… a long while. He didn’t want to embarass himself.
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Another soft moan escaped as those hips started rocking against his, the fingers in his hair made him almost feel like he was being held there. Then they were kissing again, a hard and passionate kiss that was making his body heat up even more than before, his jeans didn't do anything to hide the starts of his arousal. When the kiss broke he finally answered Fitz's question “I have been wondering what it would be like to have you lying out underneath me… letting my fingers brush all over your soft skin… all over.”
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“I think I can accommodate you.” He smirked mischievously. Fitz slid off Ben’s lap and took his hand. “Oh… the food…” He looked toward the kitchen. “Probably need to turn stuff off?” He pulled Ben off the couch, their bodies standing very close to each other. “Take care of that, and meet me in the bedroom.” He said, hovering there a moment, a breath away from each other.
Fitz then headed back to the bedroom and removed his shoes and socks, but nothing else. There was something about being ‘unwrapped’ by someone else. The animorph then relaxed onto the bed, laying back, supporting himself up on his arms. When Ben finally joined him he gave him a playful look. “So… you were saying about how you wanted to be on top?”
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The pot on the stove was turned down to low where it could spend all night, the oven was turned off and everything got one last check over before Ben exhaled deeply and started towards the bedroom.
And what a sight was before him! The gorgeous brunette lying on his bed in nothing but those baggy jeans. He really did have to give the other man an old pair of his jeans that would actually fit! Undoing the button and fly of his jeans Ben slipped them off, standing there in his boxer briefs that didn't hide much at all. “If that is what you want.” He said as he crawled up onto the bed and up until he was on his hands and knees over the other man.
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Ben over top him, for a moment the sexy washed away and he that vulnerability shown through as he took the other man’s hands and pulled them down his torso and to the belt on his jeans. “Yes… it is.” His pants were loose, but his briefs felt tight as he watched the other man.
His mind casually tried to recall the last time he’d been with someone. Work had been hell the few months before he got on that boat, having spent a lot of extra time on the job. And most of his spare time had been spent with Key. He hadn’t been dating anyone… So it had been much longer than he’d like to admit. Much longer since he’d felt someone inside him, or been inside someone. Were things moving quick with Ben, probably. But he didn’t care. The heat between them was clear, he wasn’t going to deny it.
“Do with me what you will.”
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As his hands were moved down to the waist of Fitz's baggy jeans Ben's fingers started first on the belt and then on the jeans themselves, he didn't need to be told twice! He took his time, eyes never leaving the man below him, even when the jeans were undone and he started to push them down with a bit of help from raised hips.
It had been about nine months since Ben had last had sex with someone and even that was a quick one night stand, this evening though he wanted it to be anything but, it was going a bit fast, they barely knew one another, but Ben really did want to worship Fitz and bring him to a very overdue climax, there was no way he could deny that he wanted that. “Oh mon amour… I will.” He said, looking down at the man below him before scooting back and pressing a kiss to that bulge hidden beneath the cotton briefs.
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Oh who was he kidding, the moment the was movement from someone else down there, he got hard. He wasn’t as triggered by a gust of wind as a teenager going through puberty was, but keeping it in his pants was something he wasn’t going to accomplish at that point. It was a wonder he didn’t explode when they were just kissing on Thursday- though he did later.
Fitz’s lip caught in his teeth as he hummed a whimper at the feeling of Ben’s lips through fabric.
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If there wasn't some kind of response from his actions then Ben wasn't doing his job properly, although he could definitely feel something was going on underneath those underwear and while part of him just wanted to pull them off and be done with it, the other part wanted to take it slowly and let Fitz enjoy every second.
He continued the slow kisses through the fabric, mapping out the length still hidden from view until he came to the head which he kissed harder before sucking firmly on it. Listening out for a the pleasurable noises Fitz was making.
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Oh yes, there were noises. Small gasps of breath, especially as his tip was hit, and soft moans. His length firm, straining against the fabric.
He tried to think of other things while enjoying the teasing. Tried to think of the most mundane things as his cock throbbed at someone else paying it attention. But his mind kept drifting to how Ben’s lips would feel outside the fabric, or seeing his own manhood, feeling it inside him. Pre dampened the fabric of his briefs a little.
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That dampness was what Ben was waiting to feel, looking up the length of that firm and muscular body towards Fitz's head he pulled back, gently eased the briefs down, freeing the erection that was trapped beneath before he shifted down to completely strip him of the underwear.
“What would you like most in the world, mon amour? I am here to please you.” He said, voice soft as he looked at the naked and aroused man lying on his bed looking absolutely delicious. Ben's hands went to his own hips, pushing his boxers off to reveal that he was just as aroused.
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He worried that no matter what he asked he wouldn’t last long. As he was freed a chill ran up his spine just from exposure to the air. “I want you…” He watched the other man completely strip down and his reply changed. “To fuck me.” Fitz had noticed the lube on the nightstand the other day, but hadn’t mentioned it. He sad up and pulled Ben close to him. “I want to feel you inside me.” He’d been a top in the past, but he’d always enjoyed being a bottom better. Being taken, dominated over. There was something about it that was a real turn on.
Fitz pressed his lips firm against the other man’s, tongue almost acting as an example of what he was looking at the other man to do to him.
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Ben kissed back with vigor and passion, letting the tongue thrust in and out of his mouth for a few minutes before he severed the kiss and looked down at Fitz below him. “It will be my pleasure, I want you to feel so good.” His eyes never breaking their gaze as he reached for the lube that was still on the nightstand but half hiding behind the lamp. With the tube now in his hand he opened it and squeezed some onto his fingers.
“Slower, faster, just tell me. Please.” He said as he reached down and teased a slick finger beneath Fitz's balls, all the time keeping his eyes on the other man's face. While Ben wanted to be gentle he didn't want Fitz to peak before they actually got down to the act, there would be time enough for that later, Ben hoped there would be a later, another time.
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His fingers slid over the other man’s back as he reached for the nightstand, complete with a firm grasp of his ass while it was available. As Ben returned, he shifted his hips down which rolled his ass up, allowing the other man access to what he pleased. He may have been out of practice, but the feline nature kept him limber and flexible. He raised his knees, supporting himself with his feet as his legs were spread. His abs were tight as he held himself up on his hands, watching Ben with anticipation.
As those fingers teased, his brow wrinkled slightly as he caught some air in his chest. He was probably really tight- was this a good idea? Would he even be able to take the other man. Fitz’s eyes caught on Ben’s erection. His tongue ran over his lips, was he too eager? Should he have tasted him first? Next time… it would give him something to look forward to. His cock throbbed at the thought. Shit, must think about something… anything else… but no… all he could think of was that finger and how good it would feel in his asshole.
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At least Fitz knew what to do which made Ben's job that bit easier, it might've been a long time but the other man definitely knew what was coming. Maybe Ben had just slept with too many clueless guys in the past who still didn't know how gay sex actually worked. Though that was the last thing he should be thinking about with the gorgeous body lying below him.
The slick tip of one finger pressed in slowly, letting Fitz get used to the intrusion before he pressed it deeper. Of course the other man was tight, who wouldn't be after so many years? Ben knew that he was in for a quick ride, he wouldn't be able to last for ages buried inside of this. After a minute the second finger gently pressed in, he'd have to stretch him pretty well in order to get all the way inside.
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A soft moan escaped him as he raised his hips up a little more, allowing for less resistance. “Oh fuck…” He gasped, wondering for a moment if he’d even make it to Ben’s cock. His head lolled back slightly as he let his back lower to the bed, which just made it easier to access. As much as he wanted to watch, see, fully experience what Ben was doing to him… he had to focus more on not being completely overwhelmed.
His hand moved down to his own member, holding the base of his shaft to keep himself delayed. “It’s good.” Fitz assured his partner.
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His fingers scissored, stretching Fitz as gently as he could but not taking it too slowly either, he wanted to bury himself in the tight heat that was currently squeezing around his fingers. When Fitz rested his back down onto the bed Ben could feel those tight muscles relax a bit more and his own cock was starting to throb in anticipation.
“Do you think you're ready, or should I add another? I don't want to hurt you.” The last thing he wanted was for Fitz to get hurt in any way and he wasn't lacking in that department.
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“You won’t hurt me.” He said, confident. Even if there was a little pain, a little pain could be a good thing. “Just not all at once.” He smirked.
Exhaling as he felt fingers slip out of him he shimmied his back a little into a more comfortable position and closed his eyes. It almost felt like his first time. Well, not really his first time. That had been a bit different, with a girl and they didn’t go all the way. He’d sort of always known he like boys, but there had been one moment he’d found himself drunk at a party just fooling around with a friend. She was kind and it became clear early on that he just wasn’t as into it. They spent the rest of the night talking, drinking and rating boy band members. She kept insisting Nick was the hottest, but he had a thing for JC. They both agreed Lance had a thing for guys.
But, this did feel like his first time with a guy. Except he knew what he was doing. He knew what to expect. But he did feel those butterflies of something new, unfamiliar but potentially life changing.
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Shifting around a bit Ben wiped his fingers on the stray pair of underwear that had not made it off the bed before he grabbed the lube, opened it and coated himself with a generous amount.
“I'll go slow, I promise.” He said as he shuffled up, placing his thighs in inverted V between the other man's bent legs. Lifting Fitz's hips up slightly he got himself into position, glancing down as he slowly started to press in. Condoms? Yeah he had totally forgotten about those.
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In a sense, what did it matter on the island they were on? Protection, not? Granted if Fitz did catch something he couldn’t really go to the hospital. But still, in that moment it was the farthest thing from his mind.
His mouth opened in a breathless gasp as he felt Ben’s tip enter him. “Oh wow…” Fitz couldn’t help but chuckle a little as the pressure was tight, but good. He was very compliant with every move or adjustment Ben required and as he took more of the man a moan slipped out of him as he gripped a little tighter on his shaft. God he just wanted to stroke it, let himself release.
As he felt those slow, movements of the other man, giving him a little more each time, he gave in and his hand moved up and down his own member in time. “You’re good…” He said, assuring Ben he wasn’t hurting him or anything. “You can do more.”
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Ben was clean, he had the results of his last blood test somewhere if they were needed but right now all he cared about was burying himself inside Fitz.
It was almost agonizing, sinking in slowly, inch by inch, giving Fitz time to adjust, he let out a deep breath when he was finally in as deep as he could go and stayed still for a moment. Ben didn't want to start moving too soon, he waited until he could feel the other man relaxing a bit around him. It was only when given that verbal cue of 'you can do more’ that he started to move, a slow and gentle rhythm to begin with. “You can stop me at any time.” Though he had a feeling that was not going to happen.
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He let out a gasp. “I have no intention of stopping you.” Those sounds of pleasure that escaped his lips accompanied by the sound of skin hitting skin. Fitz tried to keep focused on Ben, the gorgeous man above him, inside him. He could see his abs tighten as they got a nice work out with every thrust.
It didn’t take too long- but longer than he thought- for him to feel that pressure build. To be honest, he didn’t need to even be stroking himself to make it happen. He felt it pulse and throb in his cock as a moan escaped him, pearls of seed shooting over his stomach. “Oh fuck.” He said, unintentionally tightening around Ben as his release came.
It was strange, having released almost allowed him to focus more on how good that firm and hard shaft was inside him. His muscles relaxed again, and he smiled breathlessly at Ben.
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Ben was nearly there when Fitz came, tightening around him almost like a vice but he needed a bit more, another few minutes. He stopped though, not sure if Fitz wanted him to keep going, some guys did but others just wanted to be fucked until they climaxed and that was it, their partner had to finish themselves off.
It was a beautiful sight though, watching Fitz's face contorted in pleasure and knowing he had done that. “Keep going?” He asked, wanting confirmation before he'd start moving again.
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“Yes.” Fitz gasped with a laugh. “Fucking, yes.”
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A smirk spread across Ben's lips. “I just wanted to make sure.” He chuckled as he start moving again in slow and deep thrusts. Grateful of his limber body he shifted so he could bend over, placing kisses on the dip of Fitz's throat, the Adam's apple, chin and lastly on the lips. “You look so beautiful when you come.”
It was only a few more thrusts before Ben hit that peak, his whole body tensing as he managed one last one before shooting inside of the other man, groaning loudly.
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His hand held onto Ben’s arm as the other man climaxed, not releasing his lips as he felt that groan escape into his mouth. Once the man was done and slipped out, Fitz let him collapse next to him while he recovered. His hand ran through those dirty blond curls. “Damn.” He chuckled, placing a kiss atop Ben’s head.
Moving was not an option at that moment, though he knew he would have to at some point- he was quite a mess. He looked down to the other man with a soft smile, yea he could to that any time he wanted. Fitz may have been purring again.
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He collapsed on the bed by Fitz’s side, his whole body humming and his pulse still racing. Feeling those fingers through his hair made Ben’s eyes close and a wide smile appear on his face as his head rested on that firm shoulder. It took a while but his breath slowly starting to return to normal as he came down from his orgasmic high.
That was really good, and from the reply statement of ‘damn’ Ben felt that it was mutual. They could get up and go shower or something later, for now he just wanted to bask in this afterglow for a while. He moved onto his side and curled up against Fitz’s side. “I hope that I disappoint you.”
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Fitz’s smile widened as he couldn’t help but laugh. “That was the farthest thing from a…” He kissed the man’s lips, nipping slightly as his canine caught on his lip. If anything he worried about letting him down. Out of practice, not lasting long enough. He was almost happy he hadn’t tried to give head- not that he thought he’d be bad, but if he had then what just happened might not have.
He laid there a moment, his skin tingling a little as adrenaline and euphoria washed over him. Of course, sex brain also meant he didn’t always think before talking, so it may have been an inappropriate time, but he asked anyhow, “You should come to dinner on Tuesday.”
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Ben was far from disappointed, honestly he was surprised that Fitz had even lasted that long after not having sex for over half a decade. He could get used to this, spending time wrapped up in each other like this on a regular basis but he wasn’t going to say anything in case it scared the other man away. Really he wanted a friend, someone to talk to and sex was just a bonus and not the whole reason for their relationship.
His fingers were brushing over Fitz’s chest, drawing idle little lines in that velvet-like skin. “Dinner?” That wasn’t that big a step now, was it? After all they had already shared one meal and after they had finished in this moment he hoped that the other man was going to stay to eat again. “Sure. Should I bring anything?”
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He shook his head. “No, just yourself.” He’d already planned out the meal and was working on a lead to see if he could get something special for the evening, if his fellow faction members could come through. “I should let you know… umm, you will be meeting Kyrie.” Fitz informed, slightly worried he’d back out now, but didn’t want to surprise the man. “My… sister. Kinda.”
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Ben remembered him talking about his sister who he lived with, though now it seemed like she wasn’t really a sister, not that it mattered, she was the one who had kept the secret all this time and he was kind of looking forward to meeting her. “I look forward to it. She must be quite a woman to put up with you.” He joked, nudging Fitz in the side with a finger. Even though he was told not to bring anything Ben was already thinking about what he could bring along, he never went to someone’s place for dinner empty handed.
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“Yea.” He chuckled, hoping that they’d make friends and that would help Key open up more. Six years was a long time to only really have a cat as a friend. “She’s great. I owe her a lot.” Not just keeping his secret. But he felt it was his job to take care of her. Especially since her family was either dead or on the mainland. He’d promised her brother that if anything happened to him… he’d be there.
“Do… you have any siblings?” It was a good ‘get to know you’ question and not a complete leap to a new topic, right?
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“It will be a pleasure to meet her. I just hope that she doesn’t find my accent too thick.” Although it seemed like Fitz had no problems understanding him, Ben had found that quite a few other people still looked at him weirdly or asked him to repeat himself because they couldn’t understand him. He smiled up at Fitz and pressed a kiss to the collarbone that was just near his head.
“A sister. Marie. She’s a flutist with the Orchestre symphonique de Montréal.” Ben replied, happy to answer and questions Fitz asked him. “That’s the Montreal Symphonic Orchestra for you Anglophiles. She’s eight years older than me, I was a surprise my parents weren’t really expecting. What about you? ”
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“Key speaks French actually.” He informed. “I think she’ll be really happy to have someone to talk in it with… just don’t talk about me too much, okay?” Fitz teased.
“Biologically, I was an only child. But Key’s kinda like my surrogate sister.” He wondered if it was too soon, or the wrong time to talk about it, but there they were. “I served with her brother, we were like, best friends.” He loved Ezra so much, and was broken when he died before he could tell him. “And… he didn’t make it home.” Fitz frowned, looking away. “So, when I got back… I tried to be there for her.” And since then, they’d become like brother and sister.
Fitz looked back and smiled softly. “I think I… am going to get real sticky if I don’t shower.”
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Another Francophone! He was already sure that the two of them were going to get along great. “We will try not to, but I can’t make any promises!” He grinned, no doubt he and this Key would be talking about Fitz anyway.
Ben looked up, listening to the story of how Fitz came to know Key and feeling a bit sad that Key’s brother and Fitz’s best friend didn’t come home from the war. “Oh mon cher.. I am sorry.” The only people he had lost were a few great grandparents and family friends.
He sat up when Fitz mentioned he should shower. “Then let’s have a shower. I have a spare razor if you want to get rid of… this.” A finger running over the stubble on the other man’s cheek.
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He scratched at his cheek. “That might be a good idea.” He laughed a little, stealing another scratchy kiss before they got out of the bed. “I’m starting to border on ‘hobochic’.” He teased as he got out of the bed. And walked to the doorway as smooth as he could- though even with his feline grace he’d be a little weak in the knees for a while. “And don’t want to scratch you with my whiskers when I have you in my mouth next time.” He said, glancing back with a playful smirk.