Wicked
Warning: Slash.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ben Ten.
Pairing: Kevin/Ben
Word Count: 441 (only actual Drabble)
Wicked
Sighing, Ben stretched out over his chair, wincing at the crack he heard as he stretched out his back before slouching in the relief his aching muscles gave at the action. Yawning, Ben briefly looked over his completed homework, satisfied, before standing and shedding his pants before he started to peel of his shirt, his mind solely on going to sleep.
This, however, was put on hold when the brunette boy was slammed into the walls, hands immediately tying his own wrists together with his trademark green jacket, the much larger body pressing into him.
"Hello Benji," a familiar voice breathed against his ear.
Ben almost sighed in relief at the voice before irritation took over the feeling of relief.
"Kevin!? What are you doing here, and why the hell did you tackle me!?"
Ben demanded, glaring at Kevin through his t-shirt, which covred his eyes. Kevin chuckled, his chest vibrating against Ben's back at the action.
"I'm here to have my wicked way with you, Benji, and you just looked so delicious, stretching out like that. Almost as if you were teasing me," Kevin grinned, nuzzling the unprotected nape of Ben's neck and smirking when the younger male shivered in response.
"Kevin! Quit that!"
Ben groaned, squirming when something wet and warm brushed against his jugular before moaning softly when a hand sneaked up his chest, softly tweaking a sensitive nipple while the other hand slid down his front.
"Kevin! I'm tired...can't be do this later?"
Ben squeaked, turning bright red when Kevin teasingly stretched his boxers.
"That's my name, babe. I'll have you screaming it soon," Kevin laughed throatily, pressing a kiss to his neck before laughing again when Ben squeaked.
"Okay, okay, we can do it later, Benji," Kevin grinned, sliding Ben's shirt off and tossing it aside, along with his own, before turning Ben around and pulling the younger male to him.
"You're staying?"
Ben blinked, not protesting as Kevin pulled him to bed, wrapping him in his arms before draping the blankets over them, snuggling into the older male's chest comfortably.
"Of course, where'd do think I'd go?"
Kevin smirked in response, squeezing his side softly, "And don't forget about that promise of yours," he added with a grin.
Laughing sleepily, Ben buried his face in his boyfriend's chest.
"I never promised...but you can have your 'wicked way' with me tomorrow, as long as you let me sleep tonight," Ben murmured, already half-asleep.
His answer was meet with soft snores coming from a sleeping Kevin Levin. Not even a moment later, Ben was joining him in sleep.