Right Turn

((Wow! I can\'t believe I\'ve done it. Yay!

And now, for those of you who a cute story just isn\'t enough! (You hentais!) here\'s some smut. And please do forgive me. I\'m not accustomed to writing smut for smut\'s sake. So I\'ll try not to get too weird about it. *L* But.. WARNING! It\'s NC-17 for a reason, folks! Please use responsibility while reading. If you know you ought not to be reading, then please skip this!

::Yue: *L* Poor clueless Jack. He is only eighteen. We must remember that! And here\'s the answer to your question!
::Turtledonkey: Yay! I love seeing names I recognize. Thank you for reading! And I\'m glad you enjoyed it! I would give Kyler hugs for all the stuff Ben\'s forced him to survive, but I think Ben would say something waspish to me if I tried.. so I\'m going to let him do it. ;)
::some chick: Wheee! Okay, here\'s for ya. Everyone needs a little smut now and again, eh? (If they don\'t already have some at home, that is.)
::MVixy: Hope it\'s to your liking! It\'s not my forte, actually, so we shall see if it was worth the wait!
::Yaaaaaay! : Woo hoo! I\'m so glad! Gotta love that, ne?
::Kikvws: Hee hee. Oh I\'m glad I fooled SOMEbody. Since I hadn\'t anyone else. And I will do something else again another day! I\'m sure of it! :) Until then, if you\'d like, there\'s more stories (a few finished ones) at the website on m\'author page. Don\'t think I\'ll post them here, though, as they\'re not NC 17. (They don\'t have any smut epilogues. Hee hee)
::Ashlee: Hee hee. I know you were sure rooting for Kyler. But you knew Jack was attracted to Ky too? Woah.. that\'s cool! I didn\'t know he was attracted to Kyler until they met for pizza and then I was all \"Woah! What are you doing, Jack? You\'re making eyes at Ky! DOWN!\" but obviously he didn\'t listen to me. Good guesses!
::Penguin: *L* Erk. Oh dear. I\'d promise to write a sequel but sequels are always a downer and never as good as the original, as you very well know. Thank you SOOO much for reading! I sure appreciated your comments! Take care, eh?

And now for the last of the last.))

Right Turn

Epilogue

\"So don\'t you think we should have an argument now?\" askes the dark haired man, draped across the table from his friend. Beside him a blonde girl laughs and hugs him, kissing his cheek. \"I mean, we used to fight all of the time. I kind of miss it.\"

The man opposite, black hair slicked back and shorn close to his skull, silver eyes so light they could be the color of mercury, smiles. One wouldn\'t ever recognize them as friends, really. They don\'t look much alike in any way. The dark eyed man being slender, under five nine, with eyes so dark they are almost black. His brown hair is tied back against the nape of his neck and waves some as it erupts from the pony holder. A five o\'clock shadow seems a permanent resident on his cheek and his teachers call him the Eternal Slump. The young man dresses in shorts, even in the middle of winters, which given the location at Brown, could be deadly cold. He did manage a sweater and a jacket when it got too cold. He could be enticed into wearing a hat as well. But it was his opinion that he moved more often and got more done when he was cold. Thus, his legs remaining in sight.

At present, he\'s lounging on a chair that should never be lounged in, looking rather uncomfortable, and smiling lazily at the prim man across from him.

His opposite in all ways. The black haired man is a model of proper etiquette. His suits and polos and unmarked shirts can easily last for years without ever going out of style. Loafers on his feet in opposition to the shorter man\'s flip flops, are conservative. At first blush all one would think of was meeting his eyes a tad longer. Second thoughts? The state of his dress, the line on the pants, the certainty of his glasses, the utter care in every aspect of how he looks. It would be laughable if it weren\'t on such a tall, gorgeous, model of a man. And knowing that he was the volunteer basketball coach for the winning city team, how easily he could transfer information through his players, and how already he was getting offers of teaching jobs, though he was insisting on going through to his masters, would have clinched the thought that here, was a man\'s man. For the most part.

They are an individual bunch, this much is certain. Yet all have the self confidence that is so often seen in those who have either lost everything and have nothing to prove, or have never lost esteem in the sight of any one of consequence. The blonde girl stands and stretches, picking up the wine bottle off of the table. \"Damn, you guys need to remember, fighting is what helps you make up.\"

\"Says the Seer Claire,\" the brown haired man snickers.

\"Shut up, Ben\'oh,\" the blonde woman chides and winks at them both. \"I\'m going to go home to my cat. You two have a good evening.\"

\"I wish we could have a cat,\" Ben\'oh sighs and stands along with his friend, helping her to their apartment door. \"You want a ride?\"

\"Yeah, I need a ride,\" Claire says and hugs him first, then the other man. \"But neither of you is the right gender. Damn.\" Then she smiles and kisses the black haired man lightly on the lips. \"Night, Ky.\"

Ky hugs her. \"Walk safe,\" he calls into the hallway and watches the girl cross the apartment house to the other side.

\"Don\'t be too loud. You guys are always nasty loud when you get into make-up sex!\" Claire screams loudly into the empty hallway and Ben laughs, watching the response on Kyler\'s face. The dark haired man will more than likely never be completely comfortable with letting the world know his sexuality. Not that he hated being gay, nor that he didn\'t want others to know. It merely wasn\'t a public statement in his mind.

\"Night, Claire,\" Ben calls and pulls Kyler into the apartment with him. He pushes the door closed and gazes up at his taller friend. Boyfriend actually. Life partner if you want to be a real stickler about it. How had he managed before Kyler came along? The past two years... perfection. \"We should find her a girlfriend.\"

And more perfect as Kyler, reading the moment, draws an arm around his lover, pulling him close, and kissing him in a sweet, chaste manner. The taller man leans back against the door, holding Ben to him as he does so and kisses him, refraining from deepening the kisses, merely enjoying being close, holding one another, kissing. It was a lost artform they\'d only recently rediscovered in the last year, once the sensation that was \"getting into one another\'s pants\" had died off. And the fact that it often times led to \"getting into one another\'s pants\" sooner or later wasn\'t such a bad thing either.

\"Ky?\" Ben\'s voice against an impending kiss is muffled. \"Member Jack?\"

Kyler lifts a head and frowns. \"Jack. No. Should I?\"

Ben laughs. \"From high school. Last of the year?\"

\"Oh!\" Kyler\'s eyes widen. \"That Jack. Yeah. I remember him.\" He chuckles. \"You used to always accuse me of being awful to you but I think he was the only one my whole teenaged angsted life that was in serious danger of being harmed. How could I forget?\" But his laughter is gentle and amused, any angst healed by being well and truly loved. \"What about him?\"

Ben leans his head on Kyler\'s shoulder and shrugs. \"Just was thinking about him. I was wondering what happened to him. He left for Europe and he emailed me a bunch but he sort of stopped when I told him you and me were going to be roomies in the dorm.\"

\"You and I..\"

\"Don\'t even think about correcting me!\" Ben pokes at Kyler\'s side. He loves the soft sound of laughter resounding in his lover\'s deep chest.

\"Actually, I was talking to my mom the other night. She says she heard about Mickey.\"

\"Mickey. Oh, bi kid. I remember him. He was going to be an accountant or something. Or a clown. He was such a weird kid.\"

\"Well,\" Kyler laughs, \"apparently Mickey has left to go to Peru for six months. He\'s going to do something having to do with a geology trip or something. Anyway, I\'m only bringing this up because she said that Jack was going to meet him down there. She was wondering if they were together and did I know anything about it?\"

\"And do you?\" Ben tightens his arms around Kyler\'s waist, then very surreptitiously, begins to untuck that so properly tucked shirt. That was one thing he loves about Kyler. The fact that he is gorgeous when he\'s mussed. And how wonderfully fun it is to muss his certain lover.

\"Hmm?\" Kyler hums softly at the sensation of soft palm against the bared skin at his waist.

\"Know anything about Mickey and Jack? How funny. I\'d never have thought of them together.\" Ben\'s fingers are walking around Kyler\'s waist, traipsing at his hips, tucking around the softened mounds of muscle there, feeling them harden under his touch. It won\'t be the only thing hardening on his lover\'s body soon.

Kyler doesn\'t answer at first. Rather he kisses Ben, leaving behind the more gentle kisses for one far deeper, drinking from the opened invitation given by Ben\'s parted lips. Sweet with an aftertaste of wine. He\'s never liked the wine much, but he\'s always liked the taste of Ben.

\"Ky..\" Ben gasps as he pulls away and draws back a step, tugging on Kyler\'s belt. \"Bedroom.\"

\"Couch,\" Kyler smirks and drags his shirt over his head. First point of mussing, don\'t let Kyler begin folding clothes. Ben snatches the shirt and lets it drop to the floor.

\"Arm chair?\" Ben grins and makes sure to move his hips as he walks backwards.

\"Arm chair?\" Kyler asks with a laugh. \"We\'d break it!\"

Kyler\'s hands releasing the shirt to Ben\'s care, reach for Ben\'s shirt but are batted away. He pouts. \"What? You think you\'re in charge or something?\" he asks.

\"I am,\" Ben grins. \"I\'m smaller, I\'m the woman in this relationship,\" that comment gets a laugh from his lover - they\'d never managed to really figure out who was what, they were merely partners and it was more than enough for the both of them, but it was a fun joke to play with, \"and therefore, I\'m in charge. You\'ve met my mother. You know who wears the pants in my family.\"

\"Not me?\" Kyler says as he looks down to where his pants are being shimmied down his hips. He\'s forced to stop and his breath catches as Ben kneels and draws his pants down around his knees, but doesn\'t pull away. \"Ben..\" Kyler\'s whisper is soft, tender.

\"Member the first time I told you I loved you?\" Ben whispers back as he helps Kyler out of his pants.

\"Online,\" Kyler smiles. \"You said it... and then you said, fuck, right after. It was so cute.\"

\"You remember,\" Ben laughs softly and runs his palms up from ankle to knee to the outside of Kyler\'s thighs.

\"How could I forget? I was flying for days from that. You remember the first time I said it to you?\"

\"Mmmm... yeah...\" Ben hums as he tilts his head and nibbles on an exposed hip bone. He smiles and pulls back, loving to watch his lover stir, loving to watch the rise in Kyler\'s nether regions. \"It was the first time we made love.\" He lets his fingers follow up the long muscles of Kyler\'s thighs and slides his fingers up under Kyler\'s boxers, along the outside of his hips, pressing the fabric against the juncture of his thighs as Ben\'s hands press back and each grabs a handful of flesh. He\'s rewarded by Kyler\'s soft moan and a light touch in his hair.

\"I thought you\'d never say it,\" Ben smiles and whispers, leaning forward and with his mouth watering, he lightly lips at the now wakened flesh under the cotton. A heated pulse meets his lips and he sighs in delight. It\'s always now that he wonders, finds himself lost in contemplation of how he managed to get someone so sexy, so beautiful, so... perfect, to want him this much. There was, of course, the obligation of sensation equals arousal, but the soft whisper of his name and the touch makes him more than aware that it is he alone who is causing this reaction in the body of his lover.

Panting, Kyler leans back more firmly against the door and closes his eyes. \"I.. I was... so scared...\" he gasps and then moans as a mouth closes over the weighted globes firming up underneath his bound shaft. \"Please... Ben.. ja... min..\"

Heeding the pleas of his boyfriend, Ben draws his hands out of Kyler\'s boxers and instead, hooks his fingers into the elastic waistband. With a practiced motion of the pair of them, neither with a desire to be hampered by the actual divesting of clothing, he easily lets the boxers fall and helps Kyler step out of both boxers and pants. These too are thrown into a pile.

\"You are wearing far too many clothes,\" Kyler murmurs, kneeling down as Ben works at his clothing.

Ben laughs and scrambles back. \"I don\'t want to get naked yet.\"

\"You got some nasty surprise waiting for me?\" Kyler\'s voice is actually hopeful and Ben laughs at it.

\"No. Not this time. I just... I just want to hold onto my clothes for a while.\"

\"Just the shirt, lover,\" Kyler wheedles and his hands meet around Ben\'s face, cupping his chin and allowing Kyler to sneak in a gentle kiss.

\"Hmmmkay,\" Ben\'s shirt is easily pulled over his head but while it is half way in the air, he feels heat on his chest and slows down. Arching his back, he lets his head fall back and with his arms in the air, feels a shiver run through him when hot breath and a warm, wet tongue, dance across one of his nipples. \".. ah...\" he sighs and finishes pulling the shirt off.

An arm around Ben\'s waist keeps him from tumbling backwards too quickly while Kyler slowly lowers him to the foyer rug. He laughs and parts his knees so his nude love can lay between his legs. \"Never done it here before.\"

\"Always was afraid we\'d knock the table and break the vase.\" Kyler\'s joke comes back, punctuated by Ben\'s groan as Kyler finishes his statement with a flick of a tongue across the other nipple.

\"What vase?\" Ben asks, breathlessly.

\"The vase that we should have but don\'t,\" Kyler answers.

\"Ah... oh shit!\" Ben arches up and cries out, teeth clutching his nipple and pain and pleasure razing his defenses, what few he\'d had. He reaches for something and meets only wall. \"Fuck..\" he gasps as Kyler releases him. \"We need hand holds here, babes.\"

Kyler chuckles and drops his head to the other side, licking and suckling, loving how conversation simply stops at times while he\'s making love to Ben. That had been something to get used to, the way Ben connected using talk. Kyler was a physical person. He wanted to fuck and to know that was the completeness of it. But Ben - Ben\'s family talked over everything. They talked over dinner, over work, over play...over sex. Hell, they even talked over talk. It was amazing. And Kyler found, over the last two years, that it added a greater depth to their sex life, this habit of quips and come backs, of sallies and parries, of confessions and gossip, of love making by mouth. It made it so that he could never forget the truth of who he was and who he was making love to. It made it more personal, more memorable.

Ben was nothing if not whole hearted in how he gave in to his life, to his passions. It made him an odd choice for physicist. But the passions of outside were well metered out and Ben knew when to focus on a task at hand. He was a dramatic balance, yet he was a balance. Just like the pair of them together were.

Making his way up along Ben\'s chest, to his bowed neck, Kyler wonders at himself and how he came to be here. It is a miracle really. He pauses, lifting his head to stare down at the half lidded gaze of black watching him back. The light from the living room glitters in Ben\'s eyes distant and like onyx. Ben has some asian in him somewhere, somehow he managed these beautiful eyes.

\"I hoped you were looking at me then,\" he says, breaking the passionate diatribe they\'d been having until then by lowering himself easily upon Ben\'s body and holding still, rather than moving. Ben, feeling the difference, quiets as well. A hand lifts up and tangles in Kyler\'s hair. It soothes the taller man. \"It was so hard, knowing that you were watching Jack and not me. I\'d been watching you since the first.\"

\"I thought you were following Claire around,\" Ben smiles gently.

\"Nah. It was always you,\" Kyler kisses those pink lips and sighs at the softness. \"You were a pretty blind kid. Didn\'t know what the hell was going on. I thought a million times that time that you\'d have figured it out that it was me. And then, you told me about that wet dream you\'d had? Holy shit, I thought to myself, this is it. He knows its me. He wants me. Only you told me you loved me then and I realized... no way in hell would you have said that to me. You didn\'t trust me enough.\"

\"I was saying it to you,\" Ben protests softly, his fingers delving deeply into Kyler\'s hair, touseling it, making it turn into a tangle. \"I just didn\'t know it. I was saying it to the soul of the person I\'d fallen in love with.\"

\"But you had yet to fall in love with the outside,\" Kyler adds.

\"No, I had yet to accept that I\'d fallen in love with the outside from the very first,\" Ben is quick to protest and shifting his weight, turns them over in the hall. Kyler gasps at the cold flooring on his body and squirms. \"You\'ll forget,\" Ben smirks at his lover\'s discomfort. He slides down Kyler\'s body to where only skin and a dark black forest of hair beginning at a divot in Kyler\'s flawless body. With the consistency of one well in love with what they are doing, Ben pauses there, dipping his tongue into the drop from Kyler\'s body. He\'s rewarded by Kyler\'s hitched breathing and the gentle jump in the semi erect penis against his collar bone. \"Mmm... see? Forgetting already,\" he says in triumph.

\"Yes...\" Kyler hisses. The warmth of kisses traveling down alongside his lower abdomen almost undoes him. He moans, no longer able to speak. A kiss in the sensitive inner hip makes him sob and his lips move but nothing leaves.

\"Growing boy, I see,\" Ben laughs at his own joke and laying his head on Kyler\'s hip lets his tongue dance out and caress the satin and steel skin at the base. He sighs happily.

Picking up one hand, Ben traces the underside of his lover\'s penis, beginning from where testes meet the shivering base, then slowly in a wavering line, upwards. He pauses at the rim of the reddening cap, lightly brushing the pad of his fingertip there and closing his eyes at the desire in Kyler\'s groan.

His fingertip rises over the top, finding blindly the crease at the tip where he meets with a droplet or two of liquid. With a light touch he runs his finger around the tip then lifts his head. Leaning on his elbow, he stares at Kyler who can only watch him with lidded eyes and that look of surprise, as if he\'d forgotten until now how perfect it was every time they were together.

Ben slips his tainted finger into his mouth, tasting the bitter sour taste of his lover on his tongue and smiles, sucking his finger in and feeling tears prick at the back of his eyes. Kyler - so beautiful, eyes like moons half hidden, golden skin flaring here on the floor of their apartment. His Kyler.

\"Bedroom,\" Kyler growls out with obvious effort and Ben doesn\'t manage more than a squeak of surprise before he\'s holding onto a great bare chest, feeling the shuddering tip of need against his belly, and having his mouth plundered. Ben smiles into the kiss, loving it when Kyler just makes up his mind that this would happen, with or without Ben\'s help.

But Kyler pauses and waits for the okay. Ben laughs. \"Bedroom,\" he says. His eyes glow as he\'s turned and propelled across the living room and into the dark bedroom. A flip of a switch turns on a small bedside lamp. It lightens things yet keeps them sensual, distant, dream like. Ben hasn\'t time to consider this, the poetic implications of this, because he finds himself tumbled onto the bed with a large body next to his, slender yet solid, and insistent fingers are working on his shorts; already pulling them off. He laughs in delight, lifting his hips to help. One flip flop hits the ground. The other, he\'s sure is somewhere in the hall. He can\'t remember when he lost it.

Shorts and underwear gone, Ben isn\'t but midway through a soft chuckle when he\'s suddenly propelled into a shocked scream. Heat! \"Fuck!\" he groans. Heat encases his erection. He looks down in shock and takes quick note of the black head bent over his middle before a particularly enticing pull of lips and tongue wakens him fully and forces him to arch back, close his eyes, and reach for above his head.

The bed having brass bars was probably the best fucking thing they\'d ever put money into.

\"Ky.. shit, Ky!\" Ben sobs as one stray hand runs over his chest and the other, oh delicious!, slides under his thigh and delves into the cleft of his ass. He unconsciously moves a leg, trying to open up more for the sweet touch of finger to the shivering puckered flesh.

But Ky won\'t be saying anything and Ben can\'t form more than a moan or two. He senses, rather than sees, the shifting of Ben\'s body to between his legs, feels the gentle press of fingertip slowly within, careful of him, the saliva added. Oil would come later. They were too needy right now. Neither of them had thought to reach for bed stand just yet.

Pressure and then Ben can feel his body giving way, accepting and almost inviting, sucking in the digit once it has passed the initial muscle wanting to keep it out. He sighs at the second finger almost immediately after. The crown of his erection is lost into searing warmth and he can feel the light touch of the inner sides of teeth. Kyler won\'t keep to his mouth though for forever. If he could just...

Ben manages to let go of the head board rings on one side and fumble for the bed stand. \"FUCK!\" he cries in frustration as his thumb hits the bottle and it falls over. He scrambles for it, trying to focus on what direction it went. Fingers close over and then clench almost hard enough to break as one of those fingers inside of his body brushes up against his prostate and causes him to whimper.

\"Here... here!\" he gasps, shoving the oil at his lover\'s shoulder, opening his eyes and moaning. There is nothing more beautiful than the sight of Kyler taking him inside of his mouth. Lips tensed to give pressure, cheeks concave as the man suckles, and the slow, incessant movement of skin into that mouth. \"Babe... here!\"

Kyler lifts his head and meets Ben\'s eyes. The black haired man licks his lips much like a cat who has had it\'s cream and he smiles slowly. \"Insistent, hmm?\" he asks softly.

\"Oh please. Don\'t play with me,\" Ben pleads.

\"Thought you wanted to be clothed,\" Kyler teases but it\'s obvious from how he\'s shifting just slightly, slowly rubbing his own arousal against the bedsheet, that he\'s not going to wait much longer himself.

\"Fuck you, Ky... you get the fuck up here, you stupid jock boy, and fuck me now!\"

\"Fuck me, fuck you... make up your mind, Benjamin,\" Kyler smiles.

Ben groans in anger. \"I\'m going to be the death of you one day,\" he says as he sits half way up and grabs Kyler\'s arms. A tug on those arms and Kyler comes with, laughing and kissing as he does so.

\"Fuck me,\" Ben whispers and steals the oil from Kyler\'s hand. A finger under the stopper and he pops it off. He hears a plastic clatter from the floor a ways off and may or may not remember where it fell later. For now, the smell of sweet almond fills the air and he tips the bottle into his palm briefly, feeling oil dribble down his wrist.

\"Don\'t spill it,\" Kyler admonishes and turning his head, pulls his fingers from within Ben (who whimpers at the loss) reaches for the bottle and places it onto the bed stand. \"It doesn\'t clean out well.\"

\"I thought I was the woman in this relationship,\" Ben laughs breathlessly as he pulls Kyler back down atop him. The weight of his lover on his body makes everything right again. Or rather, more right.

\"Hmmm...\" Kyler nods and then sighs at the slick sensation of Ben\'s hand sliding down his aching length. \"That\'s nice,\" he purrs and smiles, rubbing the end of his nose against Ben\'s.

\"Inside. Now.\" Ben is insistent and gives Kyler\'s erection a slight pull.

It is all Kyler needs. He laughs in delighted happiness and bends over his lover. With Ben\'s hand guiding him, he finds the rose bud entrance with the tip of his length. \"This?\" he whispers and stares into Ben\'s eyes as he slowly begins to press. The oil slicks the way yet there\'s still some resistance.

They\'ve done it a multitude of ways, both of them with one another. And tonight, the particular manner they both seem to agree upon without speaking, is to go slow. Somehow talk of Jack and those days so far displaced, leaves them both with a need of tenderness.

With a gasp, Kyler senses his initial breach of the boundary and slowly, in a gentle rocking motion, he begins to press inside of his lover. He might have gone harder and it wouldn\'t have hurt Ben. But something about it all, he wanted it to be more tender than usual, to remind him of their first time together.

Ben sighs as he feels himself being slowly filled. His legs wrap around Kyler\'s waist and he tangles his arms up around Kyler\'s neck. \"Nice,\" he whispers.

Kyler laughs softly and lifts his head to watch Ben\'s face. When he\'s fully seated, feeling the warm flesh of Ben\'s ass cupping his balls, he smiles and whispers, \"hi.\"

The curve along Ben\'s mouth, turning from a smile into something glaringly beautiful, transforms that inside moment, that miniature memory of that first note, the first time Kyler had intimated that he loved Ben at all, the memory of how hard it had been sometimes to even be near Ben and not steal a kiss, into something as bright as the sun. And it is with that smile that Kyler draws from Ben\'s body and then slowly fills him again.

Ben\'s arms tighten as Kyler slowly begins to enter him, gentle and rhythmic, he could set a song to the beat of their hearts and this love making. But instead he just pulls Kyler closer, feeling the sliding of their already sweat slicked skin, the weight that Kyler always tries to keep off of him, the feel of warm arms around his chest as he\'s cradled and rocked into.

It\'s a Tuesday night and they do have school in the morning. It\'s not as if they can do this forever, Ben chuckles to himself at the thought. They\'ve certainly tried before. But the kisses on his neck, his jawline, the nipped entry into his mouth by teeth and tongue, turns this moment into an eternity. Ben breaks the pace by stuttering it and shoving upwards, clenching his legs around Kyler\'s hips, forcing the larger man to moan against him.

Silence tonight, where sometimes they talk, sometimes they laugh, joke, discuss, even argue in the midst of love making. But tonight has been bound by a solitary word spoken by Kyler. And there is something delectable in the long full filling of Kyler into Ben\'s body, sheath and withdraw. Ben sighs into the silence broken only by Kyler\'s breathing and his own heartbeat pounding in his brain.

The breaking of the moment though comes when Kyler\'s breath hitches and by unspoken agreement, they both begin to reach, to strive, moving together, lips meeting in panting gasping kisses, hands raining caresses upon skin, backs, sides, thighs; grasping, slick upon skin, pressing. Marks are left which will be gone by the morning, heat is made which will dissipate before they slip into slumber, they both moan softly and Ben sucks in a cry as he arches up against Kyler, trapping his erection between their bodies, feeling Kyler\'s abdomen run along the already sensitive tip. The sensation coupled with a sudden sharp press into his body by Kyler against the soft mass in his body and Ben finds himself tumbled over the edge into bliss. He bites down on his lower lip and lets out a soft whine of completion, feeling his body tensing and releasing pearlescent ropes of semen across their joined bodies while within Kyler shudders in the same; flowing into Ben\'s body with his own satisfied cries.

They lay, Kyler\'s body heavy upon Ben\'s body, chests rising and falling together as they catch their breath. Sweet refrains slide through Ben\'s mind and he smiles, closing his eyes. He brushes his palm in against Kyler\'s mussed hair, feeling the sweat already cooling on Ky\'s scalp.

And he whispers back... \"Hi.\"

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