Bennett's free hand tore Noel's shirt open completely. Buttons scattered across the sheets. He bent and bit down on the side of Noel's neck... not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a dark, perfect mark. Noel cried out, hips jerking up, seeking friction.
Bennett released Noel's wrists only to shove his trousers down far enough to free him. Noel was already hard, leaking against his stomach.
Bennett wrapped long fingers around him and stroked once... slow, firm, thumb circling the head.
Noel's back bowed off the bed. "Fuck—Bennett—"
Bennett swallowed the rest of the curse with another bruising kiss.
He worked Noel with steady, relentless strokes with his tight grip, twisting at the top, spreading the slickness down the shaft. Noel's hips rolled desperately, chasing the rhythm. His hands clawed at Bennett's shoulders, nails digging in.
"Don't... Stop, Bennett." Noel moaned.
