Cisco Ramon (twizzleraddict) wrote in momadness_log, @ 2022-06-15 23:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~inactive: ben hargreeves, ~inactive: cisco ramon |
Who:Cisco and Ben
What:Paris vacation!
When:Backdated to the middle of May
Where:Paris ♥
rating:smuuut and adult funtimes. Read at own risk.
After the last couple weeks Cisco was beyond ready for vacation. He’d been making suits up until the last minute to fulfill the list of orders he had. It caused him to work a few late nights. It left him barely enough energy to flop over in Bed and give Ben a cuddle before passing out. To say he was looking forward to a real vacation for them to have quality time was an understatement. He felt bad being so busy. He’d been anxious from all that was happening, and work was helping but it took a toll on his energy.
He’d told Ben to meet him at his place when he was ready, and they’d take the new portal device as they had for Wakanda. It was less taxing on his powers and could take them further distances without risking Cisco’s energy and exhaustion. He just finished packing a nice suit into a suitcase when he sat on the end of his bed, exhausted by it already. Desperately needing to see something new. Paris was a place he’d never been, and to go with his boyfriend was exactly what he needed. Fingertips toyed with the teleportation device.
Ready when you are. A quick text sent over to Ben. He’d assigned a new second so the lab wouldn’t be without anyone.
Be right there! The reply was almost immediate, but after Ben had packed and re-packed his suitcase no less than four times. Equal parts nerves and excitement had kept him in perpetual doubt about what he should bring and how much of it. They'd already talked about museums and sightseeing, and he had no doubt that Cisco had planned some truly romantic things for them, but he also wondered how much of the time they'd decide to just stay in bed, wrapped up in each other.
Chances were, he'd packed waaaaay too much.
In fact, he was struggling a little with his bag by the time he all but burst through Cisco's front door with a slightly winded, "I'm here! Allons à Paris!"
Cisco basically only carried the one suit case considering the teleportation device could bring them back whenever. He didn’t realize how much Ben was going to pack. When he burst through the door like that Cisco could only laugh a little. “Allons à Paris indeed.” He had been feeling a little drained lately, so the sight of his boyfriend was a much needed breath of fresh air. He approached him to help by taking the heavy bag and shook his head with amusement. “Did you bring the entire house with you?” He asked as he lifted it up to test the weight and give him a quick kiss.
He’d never been to an overseas place, but he wasn’t uncomfy with the idea of portaling them there. He went to other planets after all. He reached for the triangular device and slid on the dark shades he wore for portal travel to block any bad vibes from his body and took Ben’s hand. “Ready?” The portal opened in front of them and with ease. “Can you hold the bags or am I coming back for them?” He could only hold the device and Ben’s hand. The portal didn’t show anything on their side just yet. It was just a swirling vortex into the multiverse. Cisco was glad for it, he couldn’t wait for Ben to see the suite he’d booked them.
A light flush painted Ben's cheeks, but he shrugged his unencumbered shoulder before rolling them out again. "Only half of it." He laughed even as Cisco pressed their mouths together. A fleeting gesture, but one that made warmth light up his insides. As much as he wanted to bask in that feeling, the appearance of the portal aperture pulled his attention away, sparking his curiosity. "Pretty," he mumbled, half to himself. It took a second for his boyfriend's question to register, but then he turned and gave his covered arm a cheeky little flex. "I got it!" And he did, lifting both bags—not necessarily easily (he staggered a little), but he could hold them for long enough to get through the portal. "Should I close my eyes, or…?"
Cisco really wanted to stand there and kiss him more, but there was plenty of time for that waiting for them in Paris. "That all?" He teased as he then looked amused at his flexing. "Alright then, Hercules. Come on." He had to hold the hand of the person coming through the portal or it would end poorly, but he didn't think Ben would mind. "Nope. Only need the shades for me with the vibrations. It's never effected any travel partners." He squeezed his hand—it was so the very vibrations didn't crush him.
Walking through the portal was only like walking through a waterfall for Ben. Brisk rush of cool air and a splash of light from various stars and within a few seconds light peeked through. Sunlight as they stepped out into a very classy looking hotel suite. This was only the first place they were staying. The carpet was lush and cushy. Things were decorated with modern Paris vibes. But best of all, as the portal faded there was a large glass window in that living room with a direct view of the Eiffel Tower that was two blocks away with a balcony to sit on. They were on a high enough floor to see the entire view of the city around them. The room was huge, with a kitchen. Cisco had obviously spared no expense on this place.
The portal trip was amazing—Ben knew the swirling of light and color would show up in his dreams for the rest of his life—but it was nothing to the dazzling view waiting for him. His jaw went slack and the bags slid from his shoulder. He gave Cisco's hand a distracted squeeze and then walked out onto the balcony after pausing long enough to open the French windows. A warm breeze spilled over his skin as he stepped into the sun and right to the edge. The view was quite literally breathtaking. All he could do was stare, trying to take it all in. He'd done a little traveling with the team, but his dad never would have set them up with anything like this.
"Oh, Cisco," he breathed, turning back around, "it's beautiful."
Cisco was pretty used to portal travel now, for him it all felt almost a little overwhelming as they crossed into Paris. He was glad it didn’t last too long, all the vibrations coming at the glasses thanks to the little device he carried were a lot; but within no time they arrived in that luxurious suite and he felt that gentle squeeze that brought him back to reality and grounded him once they stepped foot onto the plush carpet. He got paid well with his new position as Facility Science Lead, and this was the first thing he wanted to do for them. Take Ben someplace new. Ben had put up with his inability to do things for the first couple months of their relationship, and now he could literally show him the world; so he was going to. Removing the dark shades after a moment he could only watch Ben as he turned and warmth touched his eyes. “The view is pretty perfect isn’t it?” He countered, mostly looking at his boyfriend and seeing him enjoying the sights. Ben with the Eiffel Tower in the background was like some kind of dream. He joined him quietly on the balcony. “I did good then? I made sure to get the one with the most sunlight.” There were several windows, and it was warming up there.
After their trip to Narnia, he doubted either one wanted to go to a cold place.
Ben didn't hesitate to lean into his boyfriend's side. The view was literally awe-inspiring, and he wanted nothing more than to last in this moment forever. There was, however, the small matter of exploring the room Cisco had gotten for them and also unpacking. Even so, Ben couldn't do any of that before he turned and drew the love of his life into a long and lingering kiss. "This is perfect," he whispered against those soft lips. "Thank you. Do we have plans for today, or do I get to show you just how grateful I am for a few hours?"
This was exactly what he’d wanted, for the longest time he wanted to have someone like this in his life and it was almost impossible to believe he actually got it. Ben accepted him for who he was, there were no strings attached. No caveats to hide a part of himself. His arm wrapped around his waist as he felt his weight against him and gave a content smile. That kiss was enough to cause a reaction. Reluctantly parting just slightly to curve into a smirk. “No plans today. Only a new bed to try out..we probably should break it in.” There would be plenty of time for the other stuff. Capturing his lips again, and deepening that second kiss. The hand at his waist teasing the bottom hem of the shirt he wore. Not yet pulling at it, but wanting to. Hand gently falling to rest just under it on his bare skin of his hip.
They eventually unpacked.
Granted, it really was hours later, after they'd tried out the couch. And the bed. ("Oooh, chocolates!") And the bathroom, before it was back to bed again. If portal travel meant never having jetlag, Ben wasn't sure he'd ever go any other way. He told his boyfriend as much as they sat in bed in nothing but sheets and made their way through the room service they'd ordered. "I may never return to real life." He laughed and leaned over to lick a dab of butter from the corner of Cisco's mouth. "We should just live like this forever. Become a member of the bourgeoisie."
So many places to try. Cisco wasn’t really that interested in getting up ever again. That idea highly appealed to him. “I’ll just siphon some Tony Stark money and maybe we’ll stay here forever after all.” He was well off, but not extravagant suite every day well off. “This is the first time I’ve actually used it for a thing like this overseas.” He admitted and added with a shrug. “But I mean…I used it to go to other Earths entirely on the regular so it wasn’t hard to program.” He was curious to try it with his own powers by his hand instead of the device, but also not on their first vacation. He wanted it to go smoothly, and it had.
He tilted his head with a laugh at his tongue there and then leaned over. “That reminds me...” Grabbing at the small backpack he’d worn and pulling out the gift from Zari, he glanced over at Ben. “Zari got us something.” He opened it and immediately went red in the cheeks. After all they’d just done, this should have been an easy thing to swallow. But it was the source of the gift that caused the blushing mainly.
Blatant curiosity made Ben scoot closer and hook his chin over his boyfriend's shoulder. Really, the nature of a gift from Zari should have been obvious, but he still went wide-eyed and blushing furiously as his brain went offline. Again. For similar reasons. His voice squeaked out an "Is that—?", but he cut himself off and reached down to pick up one of the many colorful bottles. "Okay, so the flavored lube is, um, but… Ah, um. Is that a sex toy?"
He could practically feel that heat from Ben’s redness, his own hadn’t lasted nearly as long. He was glad of this, it made him a little more aware of just how high pitched Ben’s voice went and laughed. “I believe it is.” He reached his arm around at an awkward angle to offer him an amused head pat and looked generally amused and intrigued by it all as he inspected it a little further and pulled it out of the package “Control by smart phone, discrete and silent.” The gears were already turning as he read over the package.
"Ah," is what Ben meant to say, but what came out was a tiny squeak. If he could have seen the calculating look in Cisco's eyes, it would have set him to squirming, but the angle was all wrong, leaving him blissfully ignorant. But he wasn't so innocent that a few images didn't float through his head. Ben hid his face against his boyfriend's shoulder for a second or two before he kissed it and moved back to resume eating more delicious French food. "I'm going to trust you not to abuse your power, if and when you choose to use that. Why do I have a feeling you won't tell me when exactly, huh?"
Cisco only looked more and more interested in the toy as time went on. The squeaking was adorable and he wanted more of that reaction. “I would never abuse it.” But oh, the wicked glimmer remained in his eye of so many ideas.
He was loving this lay in bed all day thing, but it was starting to get late. “Big day tomorrow. Should probably sleep.” He leaned over to steal a bit of a baguette from Ben’s plate to nibble on. There was fancy French cheese, he couldn’t help it. He gave him an innocent look before kissing him on the cheek and laying back. “We should sleep soon. Big day tomorrow.” After they finished the plate of tasty things, did the usual showering and teeth brushing, it was back to bed. Still no clothes back on, he was very content to just have naked day with his boyfriend, but they had a fancy dinner to go to in the evening after the tour the next day. Cisco didn’t fully sleep just yet. Nope. First he had something to do, as carefully and quietly as possible: he slipped that toy around his sleeping boyfriend's dick. Arm then sliding right back around Ben. It was small, barely even noticeable.
And then soon enough it was morning. He hadn’t slept much. In fact when Ben did wake, he would find Cisco also still awake, with one airpod in the ear on the opposite side. He’d decided to listen to a bit of an audio book to pass the time. He wasn’t so cruel as turn it on in the middle of the night, but he had been severely tempted.
Joining the waking world was a slow process, but one that Ben relished. The sheets were buttery soft. His ribs expanded with each deep breath, brushing against his boyfriend's side. A smile pulled at the corners of his mouth before he was fully conscious. That was just the effect Cisco had on him. Lifting his arms over his head, he stretched hugely, lower back clearing the bed as he yawned. He collapsed with a happy hum, and let his hands land where they may when he brought them back down again.
It put the back of one against Cisco's chest, the other against his own bare stomach. He scratched it idly, and then went very still.
The action had pulled at his skin, which hadn't moved the way he expected. It had caught on something. Curiosity made him extend his pinky. He was both surprised and not when it encountered the body warmed material of the toy they'd been looking at the night before. The revelation sent his mind reeling. He cracked an eye at his boyfriend even as his face pulsed with heat. "Are you sure you weren't replaced by an evil version of yourself last night? 'Cause this feels particularly diabolical. How am I supposed to go sightseeing with this thing on? It's all I'm going to be able to think about."
It wasn’t like they had to be anywhere on time today, it was really at their leisure. The tour was in a couple days, so they had time to pick out things they wanted to see today. Cisco wasn’t in a huge rush to get out of bed, There was an entire new city outside, but he had a hot, naked boyfriend inside, His hand slipped gently on top of the one that landed on him as he watched him with a quiet amusement.
“Nope, just adding a little…something to our mornings.” He laughed softly and leaned over to kiss his cheek, adding “Carefully” to the question as to how Ben was supposed to sightsee. “Unless...” Gears were still turning in his head as he watched him with that same sparkle of amusement. “We try it now…” And then later, but the later could be discussed after exploring.
Ben abruptly found his mouth dry and his body very interested in the possibility presented. His hips twitched, and he licked his lips before nodding jerkily. "Yeah," he husked, voice dropping an octave in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. "Yeah, let's try it now."
Tangling his finger's with his boyfriend's, Ben brought their hands over so he could kiss the back of Cisco's hand. "I trust you." And then his stomach rumbled, and he had to hide his face against the other's shoulder for an entirely different reason. "But maybe some food first?"
“Can’t just eat me, huh? Insulted.” A tease as he kissed his lips and ordered them another round of room service for breakfast before all the activity began. He wasn’t ruthless with it, he made sure Ben enjoyed himself thoroughly. But eventually it came time to head out and put on clothes. The day went well, all kinds of museums and various treats in between. But then it was time to return to the hotel room where Cisco removed a lightweight jacket he’d worn and glanced over at Ben with amusement still lingering in his eyes. “How was it?” He asked him, having left that toy on him all day. He’d yet to use the app. Which lead to his next proposition.
“...How would you feel about wearing it to dinner?” He closed the distance between the two of them and let his fingertips tease the underside of Ben’s jawline for a moment. Apparently Cisco was very open to things like toys. They were just new territory, unexplored and his interest was sparked.
After a full day of sightseeing and a very busy morning, by all rights Ben should have been exhausted. Yet the dark promise in his boyfriend's gaze and the trail of his fingers left him more energized than a full pot of coffee and a dozen eclairs could have done. A breath stuttered out of him as he nodded, wide-eyed and lips parted.
His tongue glanced out to wet them, and he had to swallow before he said, "Okay, but you're not allowed to be mad if I get us kicked out of the restaurant for being indecent. It's not fancy, is it? This place we're going? It was good, by the way. Wearing it. I kind of forgot about it when we were halfway through the Louvre."
Cisco didn’t respond with words, only a kiss as he couldn’t resist those lips anymore. “Mm. Better keep yourself together, or just maybe I will be mad.” A soft tease, a promise of things to come. Though he hoped Ben knew it was only that. All that would come of any of this was sexy fun times, and that was the objective. Words or not. He deepend that kiss after a moment.
“It’s pretty fancy. Five course meal and all that.” He only spoke after a moment as he reluctantly broke it. “I hope you weren’t planning on wearing leather pants.” A fingertip trailed down his chest. “Jacket required at this place.” He kissed him again; he had told him to pack a couple nice outfits, after all.
"Leather pants are my brother's purview." Ben was surprised he could get together enough words to form a real sentence, let alone one about Klaus's ass (in a roundabout way). Didn't help that he was getting half hard just from a couple of kisses. Yes, they were smolderingly hot kisses, but the last thing he needed was to be unable to even put on fancy clothes and leave without being really indecent. "He helped me find a couple of suits, however, so I'll be dress code compliant."
Cisco made a bit of a face as he kissed him once again. “I’d rather not think about your brother right now so I’m just going to replace that image with you instead.” He gave his thigh a playful squeeze, hand dangerously near that threatening hard-on as he then stood with a wink. “Better get ready or we lose our reservation...and I had to make it in advance.”
It wasn’t like they could just come back the next day. Though he was tempted to just take Ben right then and there, the experimenting was equally as interesting on his mind as this was. He had to not think about it, or he’d be just as hard climbing into a new suit. The red one from a while back that Ben had helped him choose for Steve’s wedding. Ultimately, he’d gone with the blue, but ended up getting both. He changed into it quickly and looked over his shoulder at his boyfriend as he slipped his phone in his pocket. Much needed phone for this outting. He already had the app pulled up.
After a couple of starts and stops and more than a little peeking while his boyfriend changed, Ben was finally in his own suit—a dark blue that his brother had insisted be sent to alterations so it fit him well. He wasn't sure about the success for failure thereof, not when he was too busy trying not to swallow his own tongue over how good Cisco looked. Coming around the bed, Ben only hesitated a fraction of a second before he smoothed his hands over his boyfriend's lapels and bit his lip before looking up at him. "Remember that comment about eating you this morning? You're making me seriously reconsider my stance on it."
Cisco was not terribly comfy with the idea of being so dressy, He was busy fussing with said lapels until Ben decided to come around and help. Or gawk. Either one was welcome as he met his gaze with a little smile. Warmth touching his eyes. There was only a handful of times he bothered to get dressed up. The tie he’d chosen was a little haphazard but at that comment he’d forgotten about it entirely. “Why did you have to say that when we’re running late and snooty French restaurants have strict policies?"
He looked his boyfriend over, not really wanting to look away. A hand reaching for his as he stared. “You look amazing. I guess we clean up all right.” Thankfully for them, his portal would take them to the restaurant in question just in time. “So you’re aware, I’m already trying to figure out how to strip that off you.” He whispered to his ear as they appeared in an alley just beside said fancy snooty french restaurant a moment later and got all checked in. Menus and orders placed as they sat in the dimly lit, very obviously fancy decorated restaurant; Cisco could only keep his eyes on his boyfriend. “Hungry?”
A soft question as it was a classy type of place, one where Cisco probably wouldn’t have gone on the norm, but he wanted Ben to experience all the things. Including the slight tap of the app that controlled the little sex toy that he pressed on his phone subtly from his jacket pocket before he got to answer properly.
Really, Ben should have been expecting something like that. The sudden vibration shot a jolt straight up his spine. He had to grip the edge of the table and mash his jaw together just to keep from outwardly reacting anymore than that. A few measured breaths flowed in and out of his flared nostrils. Heat crawled up the back of his neck and settled in his chest. God, how in the world was he about to survive a whole night of this? "Starving," he breathed out. "This wine list looks amazing."
He hadn't yet looked at it. Maybe he never would. At this rate, he wasn't even sure he'd be able to eat anything. The only thing that Ben was sure about was that there was nowhere he wanted to be, although he didn't think he'd have his sanity intact by the end of the night, let alone the rest of the week. He smiled slowly and slid his foot forward until it rested against Cisco's ankle. "See anything you want to try?"
He watched Ben like a hawk. Eyes never left him, he practically wanted to take him up on his earlier offer to eat him and drag him off to the bathroom right then and there. A little longer they were going to hold out though. “Anything catch your eye? Order anything you like.” He was doing well at not just writhing, but he could see the tension and gave him yet another little buzz of the device. He was hungry, but not really for food.
“I see something I want to try, but it’s off menu.” He responded with amusement as he felt that foot rest against his own. A waiter came by and offered them an appetizer. Cisco's fingertip brushed against that little device yet again. “Could you put pepper on it?” he asked the man, hoping to get him to stick around for a bit longer as he peppered the salad with no clue what was happening beneath them.
It was then offered to Ben. “Sir?”
"Non, mais merci." Good thing Dad had drilled years of languages into their heads. It meant Ben had no problem getting his point across while electrons went off like fireworks in his head. If those words came out with a little bit of a growl, well, there was an app to blame for that. And a devious boyfriend. "Pourrions-nous avoir un autre moment avant de faire notre sélection?"
The server moved off, and Ben's tight smile moved to fix on Cisco. "Secret. Supervillain."
Hmm. Ben spoke French. Cisco was only more turned on. He didn’t, he only knew a few words here and there. But god help him if he wasn’t imagining fucking him while he spoke it; Cisco had the world wide language of finger pointing at the menu and hoping for the best. “Let me hear that in French.” His amusement only grew as he hit that button once more. He didn’t understand it, Ben could be calling him the Devil Himself and Cisco wouldn’t know it, but damn would it be sexy.
He gave his foot a little nudge, hand reaching under the table this time and between his legs to tease his thigh a little. That comment might have thrown him in the past, but now it only fueled him.
"Super méchant secret," Ben intoned as best he could when the words cracked under his boyfriend's continued teasing. And that was all he would brave, because this was the kind of situation that whatever sexy thing he might be saying had a much better chance of being overheard and understood. Despite everything, he really did have zero desire of being kicked out or locked up for lewd behavior. Well, more lewd than they were playing at now.
He bit back a whine even as his eyes fluttered shut for a moment. After Ben had pulled himself back together enough to grip a fork without fear of accidentally stabbing himself or a passing server, he hazarded a small bite of their first course. "I'm genuinely hoping you're going to let me eat at least a little in peace? I love you, but even I need fuel for… all this."
His hand under the table was creeping along his thigh just slightly. Obviously it couldn’t have reached that far without drawing more attention to the fact that he was practically under the table, but the expression on his boyfriend's face only egged him on a bit further. “Fine, fine. If you must.” A tease as he removed his hand for now.
A smirk was on his face as he actually took a proper bite of the steak he’d ordered that had showed up. “But later I want to hear more of this French of yours.” He watched him, both hands were visible for a moment so obviously not one of them was lurking on that button on his phone.
Enough time passed between courses of delicious food that Ben's wariness and anticipation gave way for complacency. Really, he should have known better. He shifted every once in a while, just trying to keep the friction alone from driving him crazy. But he managed conversation all right, dropping a bit of purred French every now and then because he knew Cisco liked it. Their dessert had been delivered, and Ben had taken a mouthful of rich chocolate when the buzz hit him again.
A very not-quiet moan broke around his spoon, and Ben couldn't help but squirm in his seat.
Cisco very much liked hearing the French. He would have to make note to learn a few phrases. Dirty ones. There was just something sexy about it. Or he just liked hearing it from Ben, both was probably the case. He was hard under that table towards the end of the meal when dessert came around, along with the waiter and his fancy coat tails jacket who asked in French, “Coffee, sirs?”
Yes, he’d probably heard that little noise Ben made judging by the quirk of his eyebrow. Cisco said nothing about it and waved him off. “Only a check.”
He knew he was going to have to make up for the loss of fancy chocolate later, but he was well prepared to do so if it meant more of those public sounds that caused him to look at Ben like he was the dessert course.
He was already figuring out how first to undress him while they waited. Only taking a small bite of the caramel thing he’d chosen instead. Giving Ben another little buzz with that controller. “You were saying?” He asked as though Ben could continue to talk. He genuinely was thinking of crawling under that table just then and there and taking full advantage of this. But instead rested his chin on his propped hand feigning innocence at the situation.
If Ben wasn't more careful, he was going to break his teeth on his spoon. Another shiver went through him, and it took everything in his power not to swear or make another lewd sound. "Mauvais," he muttered, heart pounding in time to the pulse between his legs. The spoon clattered to the table from his shaking fingers right as the waiter slid the check toward Cisco's elbow. "You're going to have to give me a few moments before we leave, or we're going to cause an unfortunate international incident. It's too bad you can't just portal us right from the dining room."
Cisco only smiled sweetly as he watched him pointedly across the table like that. “Mmhm. Maybe that’s the goal.” He snickered a few bussers came by to pick up various empty things off their tables and out of their way while he sipped at some water. “We’ll get dessert after.” After what was to come. He casually played with the wine glass in front of him, idly teasing a finger on the rim. He’d offer to take that dessert home with them, but one didn’t take home bags from fancy paris places he assumed. He saw no one else with to go bags. “Try this then.” He took a spoon full of the caramel thing he’d chosen since they had a couple different choices and offered him a bite while they waited for him to be able to stand, he decided to be nice and not touch the button just yet.
Impatience to be gone warred with Ben's desire to maintain at least a tiny bit of his dignity. One was swiftly overtaking the other, however, but he accepted the bite of crème brulée and used it as a lifeline for the tattered remains of his sanity. It didn't help that every move his boyfriend made was suggestive, or that Ben couldn't look away to save his life. All of it was intentional, he had no doubt. He let the sweet, smooth creaminess melt on his tongue and close his eyes again.
Phantom shivers trembled down his thighs. Ben had to dig his fingers into them, right to the edge of pain, just to keep them from shaking.
After a moment, and the realization that his situation wasn't actually getting any better and wouldn't because of that damned toy, he took off his jacket with careful movements so he didn't accidentally flail into a server or one of their fellow diners. Tragedy went unstruck, and he managed to get it into his lap. If all went well, he'd use it as a shield while they left. "Everything was delicious, but I'm pretty eager to get back and to that dessert you're promising me."
Entirely intentional. Cisco promised a night he wouldn’t soon forget, and that was exactly what he’d deliver. This trip was sort of a celebration of all their varied things. Relationship lasting so long, Ben being probably the best boyfriend he’d ever had. The only one actually, and he was enjoying the hell out of every minute of it, and he wanted to show him just how much and how much he was wanted.
“Follow me to the bathroom, then we’ll leave.” The bathroom was closer to the door. His credit card had come back, and he’d provide him a little cover if necessary. He stood and pocketed the card and waited for Ben to go first. Weaving through various people was interesting, but it didn’t take them long at all to get back to their room once they did make it. Immediately Cisco pushed Ben against the wall to kiss him and pin him there. “You survived. How much do you really want to walk around tomorrow?” Lips curved into a smirk against his lips as he captured them again.
The jacket was dropped as soon as his back hit the wall, and Ben was glad for the support because he wasn't sure his knees would work anymore anyway. It had more than served its purpose, especially considering the small, but noticeable wet spot sitting high on his slacks. He moaned into his boyfriend's mouth, toes curling in his shoes and hands coming up to grasp at, nay frantically ruck up Cisco's shirt at the back. "None. No walking. Overrated. I demand you keep me in bed all night and all day like the kept man I was always intended to be. Ravissez-moi, mon amour."
“As you wish, just keep that French coming.” He murmured above his lips before taking them once more. One of his hands held on one arm of Ben's, letting the other fuss with the fabric at his zipper. He finally succeeded in pulling it down and pushing them clumsily away from his hips. “Mm. All day huh?..I can get behind that."
More kisses peppered between words as he had to break that kiss for a moment only to actually breathe. Hand gripping that muscle almost immediately under his underwear for a moment. “Only luxury for you.” A chuckle escaped his lips as he stroked and kneaded him, finally and carefully removing that toy along with the next layer. It would likely hurt if he came with it on. Cisco wasn’t that cruel. He would be making a note to buy Zari a very fancy gift later, but his attention was entirely on the man in front of him. His tongue slid between his lips as kissed him. His own pants were uncomfortable as he pressed against the man in front of him.
Being free from that toy was both a further torment and a relief. A groan rattled through his stomach and buzzed through his limbs. Suddenly, and not at all so, Ben was teetering right on the edge. No matter how embarrassing it was, there was no holding back that particular tide. With his mouth otherwise joyfully and moaningly occupied, he couldn't even issue a warning. His body gave off the normal signs: his back arched, hips bucking to push him into his boyfriend's hand, and his hands twitched and shook as they made a mad attempt to get Cisco just as undressed as he was. Ben had just managed to get his boyfriend's shirt up before he was spilling all over his hand with a quiet near-sob.
That only made him smile as he felt him tense up in all the right places. That was the whole point of all this, after all: the build up over time and then release. His hand kept aiding in that orgasm, squeezing and stroking him. Not even enough time to pull away that underwear yet, he continued on until that fluid was on his hands and only then did he pull down the fabric so it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. “Feel good?” A soft ask as he kissed him again, now slick hand moving to the backside of his ass to tease the opening there and give the muscle a break so it didn’t hurt too badly. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured above his lips. “Going to get the lube.”
Sure, he could have just used the cum, but the lube was flavored. Though he did take it briefly to his lips after teasing his backside and gave him a dirty little smile before tasting it and kissing him. His non-sticky hand took Ben by his to bring him to the bed for the next part. Gently depositing him at the edge of it before using that same cleaner hand to dig through the small bag on the bedside table. “Cherry or chocolate?”
Body a mess of randomly firing nerve endings and muscle spasms, Ben was more than glad to be on the bed and that Cisco had taken such care to get him there. He could still feel the phantom touch of those slick fingers, and the taste of himself lingered on his tongue, but it was the smile and the soft adulation he wanted to capture forever. It was one of hundreds such memories Ben clung to, because he knew exactly how impossible they were and how precious because of that impossibility.
A few seconds passed while wave after wave of pleasure continued to roll over him, and he shivered once before grinning up at his boyfriend. "Je veux du chocolat, s'il vous plaît." He turned over onto his stomach and pillowed his cheek on his folded arms. Seemed like his brain was set in French mode. Oops. It made it easier to admit something anyway, even though it was probably cheating, because he then, a little more quietly—as though just saying this aloud meant it couldn't happen—went on to murmur, "Et tu. Toujours."
The only word Cisco picked out of there was chocolate. If Ben wanted chocolate, that’s what he’d get. “God, you’re sexy.” He smiled just above his ear as he got rid of his remaining clothing and climbed on top of him “You know that right?” He brushed his thumb affectionately by that smile and leaned down to kiss him. As he turned over, he had half a mind to ask him what the last words were, but the rest was preoccupied by the attractive man underneath him whom he started to prepare with that chocolate lube. This vacation was far more than he ever could have dreamt it would be.