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He enjoys the kiss, to say the least, not that he would like to brag but he has some kissing experience and to kiss Andrew was different. It felt somehow like his first kiss, back at the boarding school or the first kisses with Olivia. And he would take his chance to kiss Andrew very often... And oh the words that come out of his mouth are pure seduction. After he had some air back in his lungs he whispers with a hoarse voice "how cruel would it be...to let you wait for it... Nnnghh, and it would be insane to not, haaa~" the last bit of the sentence was swallowed by another kiss and a sudden whimper when he felt Andrew sinking down on him again and he moves his hips, circling them in a slow rhythm.
Andrew sits on Ben's lap, slowing moving his hips, while he kisses the other's face, nibbling on his neck, licking over his collarbone. "You feel so good." He whispers, before biting on Ben's earlope, tugging on it. He feels his orgasm building up now more and more. Just a little more friction. He leans back, steading his body on his arms and offering his lower parts for Ben to touch. "Please!" He moans out, probably loud enough for the neighbours to hear. "Oh, Ben, please..."
There it was, that special moment he would never forget, that moment he knows that there would be a next time, that there has to be a next time. He leans back and bucks his hips up, giving Andrew more room to move and moans when Andrew settles a faster pace. He embraces Andrews erection and strokes him in rhythm with his moves.. And - ohhh how good Andrew felt around him, so tight and hot, Ben could feel his orgasm built up so he pulls Andrew down into a nearly violent kiss "Come for me Andrew, I want you, I need you to-"
He can't hold back for any moment longer. The friction Ben gives him with his hand, the feeling of being filled this thoroughly, the hard cock inside of him, pulsing.. "Ben....ben....ben...." He moans over and over, into the kiss. his eyes fluttering shut as he squeezes down hard on Benedict, coming into the others hand and over his stomach. Panting he wrapps his arms around Ben's neck again, moving a few more times, wanting Benedict to come into him.
When Andrew finally slings his arms around his neck and makes this sweet little noises he can't hold it any longer, the muscles clenching around his erection finally did it for him and he holds Andrew in a tight embrace when he follows him over the edge, moaning his name, roaming his hand over the others back and caresses the chilled skin with soft fingertips. There are no words to describe, no gesture to tell Andrew how he enjoys what they did but a kiss, breathtaking and soft, just Bens lips on Andrews, soft and pliant and warm. He cups Andrews face with one hand and looks him into the eyes, still speechless
Andrew smiles back, still breathing hard. His hands run through Benedict's damp hair, strocking it. His lips nuzzle the others face, his nose rubbing over his cheeks. "That was....amazing...." He finally whispers, feeling Ben slowly softening and slipping out of him. Chuckling he looks down, a childish smirk on his lips. "Sorry I made such a mess..."
Ben finally finds his ability to speak again, still a bit breathless he speaks up "'´s alright, I'm fine... More than ever." He laughs and tries to move them but Andrew was still sitting on his lap and he was still a bit weak from the aftermath "That was... Intense"
"It sure was..."Andrew smiles, sliding off of him. He stretches out on the bed. "Cig first or want to jn me for a shower?" He crawls around on the bed, looking for his pants, when he remembers that Ben had undressed him on the roof. So his pants were still up there, soaked. Just like his last pack of cigarettes. With a sigh he fell back on the bed, spreading out comfortably. "Did it...offend you?" He asks, a little scared.
Still feeling a bit dizzy but not because of any residual alcohol he waits some seconds before he lays on his side, his face turned to Andrews and it wears a quizzical expression. " Should I feel offended? " The hesitation in Andrew´s moves makes him bite down on his lower lip before he talks on. Andrew must have been through some unpleasant experiences with people who are not tolerant or even more worse. He smiles the brightest smile he was able to at the moment "It´s been a long time since I've felt so alive."
Andrew smiles, his face showing pure relief. "That ...thank you." He snuggels closer to Ben, cuddling up to him. He runs his hand over Benedict's side. "I thought maybe you would regret it, as soon as it's over. Happened a few times before i moved in with Steven. Catholic Ireland. They wanted to try but then it grossed them out." His hand rests on Ben's cheek, a finger drawing out the delicate lines of his cheekbones. "I wanted you the moment I first saw you..."
"Oh well, I guess that ought to be kind of a compliment I think so.. Thank you. I always knew you'd be a good lover. Even before I figured out that you're just into men. Thought about that you should meet my half sister." He rolls onto his back and closes his eyes again "I'd really like a nice hot shower and then... A new pillowcase and a snatch of sleep?" He rolls on his belly and runs a finger from Andrews chest to his belly where he runs little circles round his bellybutton. "I'd stay if you don't mind me to... Now we have nothing to be afraid about, don't we?"
Andrew sits up on his ellbows. "Benedict, as far I recall...your sister is like 16 years my senior. You REALLY wanted to pair me up with her?" He chuckles. "Sorry but I´d rather have her little brother fuck me," he grins naughtily. "Now, shower sounds fine to me," he says and gets up, wriggling his butt
Without another comment he gets up and follows Andrew, lowers his hand and caresses his butt "Would you stop talking such filthy things, Mr. Scott, what shall the others think of you?" He raises an eyebrow up, a playfull gesture and turns Andrew for another kiss, just because he wants to, keeping him pressed against his body and his lips slowly moving on Andrews. He slightly pulls away to ask with a hoarse voice "Is.. 'This' okay for you? Because it's not.. I'm not... You know..."
He chuckles. "I'll say all the filthy stuff i want to say mister Cumberbatch." He leans up and kiss him back. At Benedict's question he tilted his head, thinking. "I guess, it's okay. We broke up, right? It's not as if....he would mind." There is a hint of pain in his voice but he covers it up with a smile, hurring into Ben's bathroom and stepping into the shower. He reaches out to the other, "Join me?"