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“This is for you.”

“I meant what I said before,” Thomas told him.

“I know. And you can mean it all you want, but I was thinking while we were eating and I wanted you to have it now. Because I’m ready for you to have it now. Use it wheneveryouwant, but it’s important to me that you have it.”

“Ben.” Thomas put they key into his pocket without looking at it, purely trusting what Ben had given him to be real. Thomas’s hands moved to his face, cradling him like that as he stroked his thumbs across Ben’s cheeks. “Thank you.”

“I love you,” Ben answered back, leaning into Thomas’s hand.

“I love you too. But what brought this on? I mean, right now?”

“I was reminiscing in my head,” he admitted with a small frown. “Thinking about how things were when we first met.”

“It wasn’t that long ago.”

“And we’re in such a different place now. A better place.”

“We are,” Thomas agreed.

“So, I wanted you to have it. Because we’re in that place together. Even if we learn some things on our own and grow separately in the ways we need, I want to do itwithyou.”

Thomas let out a huff of breath and smiled, eyes crinkling around the edges.

“I want that too.”

Ben surged forward, throwing his arms around Thomas’s neck and kissing him. Thomas moaned and leaned against the door frame, mouth opening without question or thought for Ben’s tongue. Immediately, his brain and his body went back to before, with his hand around Thomas’s cock on the couch. The words they’d said, the things he’d promised.

“I can’t,” Thomas muttered against him, hips bucking forward even as his hands pushed Ben away. “Not until we’re alone.”

“I know,” he groaned, cock throbbing against his leg. “I know.”

“Later,” Thomas promised. “Later, I’ll bring you back into this room, Benjamin. I’ll take your clothes off and I’ll put my tongue up that tight hole of yours until you’re writhing against those brand new sheets for how bad you want me.”

“God.”

“And when I think you’re good and ready for my cock, I’ll give it to you.”

Ben’s lashes fluttered and something twisted in his gut that made his balls heavy and hot. “How do you do that?”

“Hmn?” Thomas reached forward and smoothed Ben’s hair away from his face and then straightened his clothes.

“How do you turn the tables on me like that?”

“Everything is give and take,” Thomas said, adjusting his own cock, his own clothes. “But for now, your friends are waiting for us.”

“Can I throw them out?” He glanced longingly toward the bed.

Thomas chuckled and shook his head. “The longer you entertain, the more worth your while I’ll make it when they’re gone.”

“But it hurts,” he whined.

Thomas took a step backward down the hallway, crooking a finger for Ben to follow after him.

“But like all good things, it’s worth it, yes?” Thomas asked. “I’mworth it?”

“You’re worth it, Thomas,” he agreed. “Very.”

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