Chapter 10! Woohoo! Thank you all for the unbelievable support throughout this story! With all the wonderful reviews, and every follow and favorite this story gets... it's all just so gratifying! You all are seriously the best! Now, I know you've all been waiting patiently for our soon-to-be King and white-haired son of Cruella De Vil to finally have that 'special bonding time' with each other... And guess what! Your wait is over. Not only is this chapter a little longer, but it's filled with sexy goodness (or naughty badness), a little bit of drama, and some interesting character development. Hopefully you'll enjoy everything I have to offer. But this is where we part, until the end. Enjoy!
Also, with this chapter being so late to update, I didn't proof-read for mistakes, so there's probably more than usual this chapter. So sorry! I'll fix them later, hopefully :) Enjoy!
Chapter 10 : Chocolate & Cherries
No one said being a gay prince was easy; but no one said being one would so fucking fun, either. Ben and Carlos had been an 'official' item for three weeks now. His coronation was less than a week away, and he would be awfully busy with all the preparations and daily-suit checks, speech-warm ups, and after-party decor designs. So he planned to spend his last free day (free being used loosely), with Carlos.
Hopefully, if things went as planned, the two of them would head back to Ben's room, and do things that would surely revoke his soon-to-be King status. Being with Carlos always made him want to be, just a little bit, naughty.
Either from him being from the Isle of the Lost, or the fact his body looked just so damn good in just about every outfit he wore... Even Ben had to resist the urge of dragging Carlos behind the bleachers during practice and rip off his tourney uniform and just have at it. But that wouldn't be something a prince would do.
But right now, Ben couldn't care less about his princely status.
Carlos was running back and forth across the field, sweating and panting, passing the ball back to Jay during one of their morning-warm ups.
"Fuck..." Ben whispered under his breath, his eyes glued on the backside of Number 101.
He was standing near the goal and Carlos was currently closer to the other side of the field. Chad was a few feet away, smirking at a group of cheerleaders (including Audrey), who didn't even acknowledge him back.
"You okay, man?"
Ben nodded to Chad, "Yeah. Just stoked about Family Day tomorrow."
The son of Cinderella nodded, seeing Ben's gaze aimed at the runt of the team: Carlos De Vil. He scoffed under his breath, and rolled his eyes.
"CHARMING!" Coach yelled across the field, waving Chad over.
He trudged across the field, glaring daggers at Carlos, who was still tossing the ball back and forth with Jay.
Ben barely noticed his teammate's departure. His eyes were still focused on his boyfriend, who was doing surprisingly well with each catch and throw. Side-stepping was something Ben had trouble with early on, and seeing Carlos accomplish it quickly gave him butterflies. He liked to think he helped with that.
"Alright, that's all for today!" Coach yelled, "Hit the showers!"
"Wanna shower together?" Ben asked in a small whisper, tugging Carlos further down into the locker room.
Carlos' eyes shimmered at the proposal, but he quickly backtracked, "With our entire team as an audience?" Ben smiled, giving a gentle nod. "Surely, that's not the appropriate response from the prince."
Ben shrugged, "There's a stall in the back, it has a door. Besides, it's already really steamy..."
The white-haired boy's cheeks flushed red, "We'll have to make it quick."
Only a few glances were made towards the prince and his boyfriend as they disappeared into the back, luckily no one had stolen the only stall with a door. They walked past a butt-naked Jay, who flashed the couple several times, smirking happily.
Maybe there was a reason Mal thought Jay was gay...
Carlos couldn't help but blush at the sight of his best friend, he and Ben were in a pair of towels, as some other teammates, but the truly confident ones (Jay included) flashed their junk to everyone.
"Hurry," Ben whispered, opening the door and shoeing Carlos inside. The teen vanished inside the steamy stall, followed by Ben, who locked it behind him.
Ben eagerly stripped his body of the stark-white towel, hanging on a hook, next to Carlos' custom black and white striped towel.
Carlos rushed to turn on the water, and sealed his eyes as the pulsing liquid drenched his sweaty body. The soon-to-be King wrapped his arms around Carlos' waist, grazing his lips up the back of his neck, before circling over and nibbling his ear. His fingers trailed down, tugging at the small patch of black and white curls above his semi-hard cock.
"God, you're so fucking sexy..." Ben whispered in his ear, before giving gentle pepper kisses back down his neck.
The younger teen smiled, his hands wrapping around Ben's back, feeling the water glide down his curves and muscles. He gripped the prince's ass, grunting heavily when Ben wrapped his hand around his length. The feeling of Ben's cock pressing at the small of his back left him reeling, and the butterflies in his stomach frenzied.
Steam had risen up to their waists (almost like magic) and the water continuously rained down onto them.
Ben left small bite marks across Carlos' shoulder, before his thumb carelessly pressed down on the bare head of his lover's dick, causing the white-haired teen to moan under his breath. Ben smirked, before trailing his tongue down Carlos' watery-backside.
The teen huffed; now pressed onto the cold, stall wall Ben's tongue disappeared between his butt cheeks. Carlos bit down on his bottom lip, feeling his knees buckle when he felt the muscle brush across his sensitive hole.
"O-Oh, Fuck!" Carlos cursed himself for being loud, but it only seemed to excite the prince behind him.
He was whirled around, and immediately felt Ben's tongue slide up and down his pre-cum coated length. He gasped, before completely melting down on the floor, bucking his hips upward into the warm mouth of the soon-to-be King.
Carlos worked his hands into the tangled-mess of sugary-brown hair, curling the tendrils through his fingers as he watched and felt him bob up and down, engulfing more and more of his rock-hard cock.
All five-in-a-half inches were inside the prince's mouth, exposed to the ravishes of his curious tongue and mouth-watering heat.
Ben's hands explored the abs of Carlos De Vil, tugging at the hard nipples as he continued to bob up and down. Carlos' moans had groan loud, and the entire locker room had grown silent. Neither of them knew if everyone had just finished their showers, or were listening right outside the door. But they didn't care.
"F-Fuck, Ben!" Carlos gasped, "I-I'm gonna... I'm g-gonna cum!"
The prince picked up the pace, sliding his lips up and down Carlos' cock like he was sucking a lollipop. A very tasty lollipop.
"God, I-I'm c-cumming!"
Carlos bucked upwards, huffing loudly as he emptied out inside the soon-to-be King's mouth. His glassy appearance, and exhausted slack-jaw expression told a lot. Ben swallowed the villain's seed happily, letting some run down his lips and mouth for Carlos to lick up seconds later.
They shared a passionate, out-of-breath kiss; before slowly rising to their feet.
With the water running cold, and the sheer silence of the locker room, they figured they better finish up quickly. They walked out into the open shower-space, spotting no one, and continued into the locker space, where they gathered their things, and left.
Little did they know, that behind a row of lockers, stood the son of Cinderella, with his pants around his ankles, humping his slippery cock into his palm as he silently shot his load all over the floor. He whimpered, before letting out a much-needed moan.
That fucking villain...
~ Half-an-hour Later; Boys' Room ~
Carlos was still feeling the after-effects of his first blow job. He was still in that 'half-exhausted/half-ready for more' stage, and all he could think about was Ben's lips, wrapped around his-
No!
He mentally cursed himself, stuffing his tourney stick and shield into his closet. He needed to take his mind off of it, something to distract him, to keep him busy...
"Homework!" The young teen shouted, despite the room being empty (besides Beelzebub, Dude, and Jay's eels).
Carlos grabbed hold of his backpack, and pulled it up on the table, before dumping everything out. He pushed useless junk out of the way so he could find his textbook, and quickly turned the pages till he found a bunch of formulas he needed to learn for an upcoming test. Beelzebub was comfortable on the bed, curled up into a furry little ball; while Dude sat at Carlos' feet, his head resting on his socked-foot.
The hormonal teen was finally forgetting about what happened in the locker room...
Until there was a knock on the door.
He sighed, Can no one leave me alone?! It's like I'm a freaking superstar, he rolled his eyes, and called out, "It's open!"
His eyes quickly met a familiar pair of emerald-green ones. Ben Florian Adams, the one person he did not want to see right now. Don't get him wrong, he loved the prince dearly, but come on!
"Hey, pup."
Carlos gave a small smile, "Yes? My dear prince?"
He watched Ben close and lock the door, before returning his attention to the son of Cruella De Vil. "It occurred to me," he began, "that you never repaid me for my 'princely' services in the locker room shower..."
The older teen stepped closer, seeing the desk riddled with school-clutter.
Fucking hell, Carlos thought, feeling his sweatpants tighten considerably, I'm hard, again.
"Do you honestly think I'm that easy?" Carlos teased, turning back to his textbook and jotting down another formula. He could feel Ben's eyes on him, no doubt undressing him in his mind. He was flattered, of course.
"You didn't put up much of a fight in the shower..." Ben pulled the textbook off the desk, much to Carlos' protest. He flipped through the pages, tapping his foot as his mind tried to wrap around some of the practice questions. Let's just say there was a reason Ben didn't share math class with Carlos, who was a goddamn genius.
"If it's a blow job, you want. You've gotta earn it."
Ben grinned, "And how do I do that?"
The white-haired boy gave a once-over around the room, spotting his own dresser. A dirty little thought occurred to him, and he quickly grew the notorious 'De Vil Grin' before turning back to the prince.
"With you wearing that suit and all, it's a lot harder to notice you're amazing physique... Why don't you try on a pair of my clothes, you know, for fun?"
Ben looked at the dresser, "L-Like a shirt?"
"Or, you know, maybe just an undershirt and underwear." Carlos smirked, "The bathroom is at your disposal."
The soon-to-be King swallowed hard, twiddling the hem of his suit jacket as he stepped near the dresser, Carlos gave him a nod after reaching for a drawer.
He pulled out a black undershirt, a few sizes smaller then his own; before reaching in another drawer and pulling out a pair of boxer-briefs. They happen to be the white pair with little, black paw-prints. The one Carlos was wearing when they had some fun in his bedroom after dinner with his parents.
It seemed like Carlos somehow knew he'd grab that pair, and he was reveling in the reveal that made Ben's cheek flush a bright shade of red.
"Get to it," Carlos stood up, "I'm waiting..."
Ben nodded, entering the bathroom and closing the door behind him. Carlos let out a heavy sigh of relief. He'd never acted so... dominant before, or commanding.
I kind of like it.
A full five minutes went by, and Carlos was patiently waiting; sitting on his bed, petting Beelzebub. He heard the bathroom door crack open, "O-Okay... I-I'm ready."
The younger teen smiled, "Then show me."
His smile grew the instant he spotted Ben step out of the bathroom. The black undershirt was tight, barely reaching his belly-button, and showing off every curve and muscle the prince had. His nipples were clearly visible, as well as his abs, chest, pecs, and his defining collar bones.
But the real glory came when Carlos' eyes trailed down to the tight underwear. He could clearly see the giant beast it failed to hide, it was throbbing under the black and white fabric, and it looked like it would rip out any second.
"N-Now, will you?"
Carlos grinned, before pulling himself off the bed, and stepping closer to the older teen. "You've more than earned it," he pursed his lips together, "and we've both waited long enough."
The prince's mouth went dry when his emerald-eyes locked with the chocolate-ones, Carlos pressed their lips together in a heated kiss, before trailing down Ben's body, until he was down on his knees, and tugging at the borrowed-underwear.
His "little-beast" - as Carlos liked to call it - was straining against the thin paw-print patterned fabric; and when his fingers curled around the waistband, giving him the gentle jolt of pain like Ben did last time he wore the boxer-briefs, Carlos gave a small kiss to the bulge, before pulling the underwear down to Ben's knees.
Carlos felt the tip of the length strike his freckled-cheek as he sprang out of it's prison.
"Damn," He cursed, before wrapping his fingers around it and giving it a few good tugs, just to mess with the soon-to-be King, who's head was already falling back as he let out small cries of pleasure.
"You ready?" The younger teen looked up at the prince, who nodded eagerly.
Carlos licked his lips, before he slowly opened his mouth, and grazed his top lip over the head of Ben's cock. Both of their faces flushed a bright red, the heat between them instantly magnifying, before Carlos let his tongue slid across the tip, sending chills down the brown-haired boy's spine.
"L-Like that?" Carlos was taken back by the sweet, yet slightly salty taste of his pre-cum.
Ben nodded, "Fuck yeah..."
The son of Cruella De Vil took in a big breath, noting the musty-yet-alluring smell, before he trailed his tongue down the bottom of Ben's shaft. The soon-to-be King gasped, his fists clenching as Carlos continued to slide his tongue up and down his length, before he finally slipped the head between his lips.
"H-Holy shit!" Ben's hands took fistfuls of the boy's frosted-tips, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as Carlos' tongue lathered his head, swallowing the copious amounts of pre-cum. His cheeks burned red, and he gave an astounding slack-jaw expression.
Carlos' hands ran up Ben's hairless legs, gripping his hips as he inched more of his cock inside his mouth.
The older boy gasped again, moaning the De Vil's name with complete lust.
"F-Fuck!" Ben's heart was beating against his undershirt-clad chest, "Carlos, b-baby! M-More!"
The fourteen-year-old complied happily, swallowing another two inches inside his mouth, already feeling it hit the back of his throat. After spending his entire life eating rotten applies and moldy food, Carlos had learned how to control his gag-reflex. Almost every villain had.
Ben had to control himself not to thrust his hips, he didn't want to hurt Carlos, or himself, for that matter. They were both still very new to this. But Carlos felt like a fucking pro, making Ben wonder just what these villain kids had access to on the island...
But he was quickly brought back to reality when he Carlos slowly pulled off of him.
"W-What's wrong?" Ben asked, watching as Carlos stood up. But his concern quickly faded when Carlos sealed the space between them in a very heated kiss. The taste of his own pre-cum on the De Vil boy's lips made his body burn with heat, and his cock throb with anticipation for more.
He watched as Carlos peeled off his blood-red, v-neck t-shirt and revealed the chiseled-chest underneath.
"I'm ready," he whispered to the prince, "are you?"
Mal furrowed her brow, eyeing her watch. Why hasn't anybody come barging through the door in the past hour? Evie would usually stumble into the room, hauling countless fabrics in her scrawny arms. Carlos would run in with Dude in tow (Beelzebub now, too), and Jay would usually trudge in with the afterglow of his and Lonnie's 'daily-arrangements.'
Surely, they couldn't be doing things fun without her. And her curiosity quickly piqued when she spotted Evie's magic mirror on the nightstand.
Evie had said it only worked for her, the daughter of an evil witch. But could the daughter of an evil fairy use it? So, she gave it a once-over, and decided why not try it out.
She held the small, fractured mirror in her hands, and recited what she had heard Evie ask it many times.
"Mirror, Mirror, in my hand, show me exactly where my friends stand."
And sure enough, it worked.
Evie appeared in the mirror, her and Doug were in what seemed like a bathroom stall, making out like no tomorrow.
Go, E!
Mal grinned, before watching the mirror flash to Jay. She bit her lip as she watched his completely-naked body strut across Lonnie's room. They were about to go at it again.
The mirror flashed to Carlos. And Mal gasped instantly. Carlos De Vil, the most innocent villain she knew, was without a shirt, and making out the bare-butt soon-to-be King. And from the bulge in the sweatpants he was wearing, Carlos was liking it.
"O-Oh. Oh, God." Mal almost dropped the mirror, "O-Okay. Mirror, turn off. M-Mirror, I-I've seen enough!"
She chucked the thing on Evie's bed, praying it turned off or disappeared or whatever it is Magic Mirrors do. She shuddered at the thought.
(But she failed to admit she was more than likely going to use this against both of them in the future.)
Carlos felt Ben's pepper kisses trail down his neck and his shoulder. His answer was a definite "Yes!" and the teens were inching their way closer to Carlos' bed. Ben's fingers grazed down Carlos' back, following the curves and muscles he knew all too well. Carlos did the same.
"You're so fucking sexy..." Ben whispered as he began to nibble on the white-haired boy's ear.
He heard Carlos moan lowly, feeling his lips lock themselves on a sensitive spot on the prince's neck, and quickly reek havoc. Ben moaned loudly, while Carlos continued making dark blue and purple marks up and down his neck. It was clearly revenge for Ben doing the same to him the first time the couple got this intimate.
"F-Family Day's tomorrow," Ben whispered, "I don't want people to see-"
"How naughty you're being?" Carlos finished, failing to hide his smirk. This was payback. And payback's always a bitch.
He didn't give Ben time to answer before he was back at it, leaving bruises and marking the prince as his own. He loved the feeling of having this cute dominance over the soon-to-be King.
Ben complied, praying Evie would hide the marks tomorrow morning.
The bed was a mere foot away by now, and both of them still had articles of clothing on them. Ben still felt the tight-embrace of Carlos' undershirt, while Carlos himself was wearing a pair of sweatpants that needed to be stripped off now. Ben's thumbs had been fumbling with the drawstrings for the past minute or so.
They pulled apart, and Ben eagerly peeled off the undershirt, while Carlos slipped out of the sweatpants, exposing a pair of white boxer-briefs, patterned with red and black polka dots.
"Fuck, Carlos." Ben reveled in the sight, "Where do you get this kind of underwear?!"
His hands quickly gripped the smaller boy by his waist, hoisting him up and dropping him onto the bed. Beelzebub quickly fled, where to, neither paid attention long enough to find out. Ben climbed above Carlos, planting more pepper kisses up his stomach, before stopping at his hard pecs.
Carlos whined, waiting for Ben to play with him. But he kept kissing around his sensitive nubs, hiding a grin Carlos knew he had.
Ben's hands squeezed and explored down the younger teen's body, sliding inside the tight fabric before playing with the five-in-a-half cock underneath. His fingers curled around the length, tugging and pulling like Carlos had done minutes before, while his thumbs massaged around the base, getting lost in the black and white patches of hair. Carlos' moans grew louder and louder the longer Ben's hands played with him, before he started panting when the prince finally wrapped his lips around his taut-nipple.
"B-Ben!" The boy squealed, arching his back and biting down on his lip.
His thumb had just grazed the already-slick head of his cock, while Ben's own cock rubbed against Carlos' bare leg, teasing him as he inched closer and closer with every buck upwards or hump forwards.
Carlos' chest had tightened, and his breath had shortened. Ben was doing quite a number on him.
The soon-to-be King's lips tightened around the raw nipple, while his hands continued to fondle and tame the monster Carlos hid in his underwear every day and night. Sweat was starting to form, dribbling down their skin and making shiny-streaks across their muscles and curves.
A heated breath from the prince against Carlos' skin made him beg for another kiss.
It worked. Ben led his tongue up the De Vil's sweaty chest, up his neck, and across his jawline before connecting their lips once again. Ben still tasted the pre-cum on the boy's lips, having thought he had gotten the last of it.
They moaned into the kiss, now grinding against each other; bulge-against-bulge, with only a thin layer of fabric separating them.
"Fuck, p-please," Carlos broke the kiss, "fuck m-me!"
Ben gently bite down on the smaller boy's lip, "With pleasure," he purred.
Carlos watched as Ben peeled his sweaty body off his own sweaty body, and ran his hands down to his boxer-briefs, before eagerly ripping the fabric apart. Ben smiled at the mess, tossing the pieces of fabric and waistband aside, before he took hold of the boy's length. The son of Cruella De Vil gasped, before Ben let go and snaked his hands under the back of Carlos' knees, hiking his legs up so they were flush with his chest.
"I-In Jay's dresser-" Carlos huffed out, "L-Lube."
The prince nodded, climbing off the bed and stepping towards the aforementioned dresser. Carlos stayed in place, his knees against his chest and his ass completely exposed to the room.
Ben did lock the door, right?
He didn't have time to think it over before Ben was back, pouring the lube into his palm and fingers. Carlos felt his most-sensitive spot get prodded by the prince's fingers, lathering the lube around and all over his dick.
"A-Are you gonna p-prepare me?" Carlos flinched after asking, already feeling a digit slowly begin to slide inside him. Ben nodded, despite the younger boy already knowing the answer. His index finger was working it's way inside, feeling the tight walls of the virgin beneath him. He was so warm... so enticing... and seeming him reel with pain and pleasure, his glassy expression, and his burning cheeks, it all made the soon-to-be King's mouth water.
Ben slipped in another finger, watching and feeling Carlos squirm underneath him.
"You like that, pup? Huh? You like me fingerin' you?!"
The boy grunted with pleasure, nodding as his own hands trailed up and down his bare chest, playing with his nipples as his legs stretched up onto Ben's shoulders.
Carlos arched his back again, huffing the prince's name when his fingers curled inside him, feeling them press against his special spot. Pre-cum was flowing out, and Ben bent down and placed a gentle kiss on the head, leaving a string of saliva and pre-cum between it and his lips.
"F-F-Fuck me!" Carlos bucked his hips upward, sighing in annoyance as Ben pulled his two digits out.
More than willing to fulfill Carlos' wishes, the prince pulled him to the end of the bed, hearing him grunt as his legs folded over his shoulders once again. They locked eyes, his emerald-green melting into the chocolate-brown, as Ben aligned his cock with Carlos' entrance.
This was it. Their last moments as virgins. And they couldn't have asked anyone better to lose it to.
Both of them gasped when Ben slowly slid inside, with Carlos' chest tightening and muscles clenching. "O-Oh, fuck!" Carlos' voice carried around the room, feeling the head of Ben's cock push deeper inside him.
"D-Does it hurt?" The brown-haired prince ask, cautious.
Carlos bit down on his lip, nodding, "Keep... going..."
Swear dribbled down their foreheads; Ben gave a smile to the boy, before following his commands. He slowly pushed in deeper, feeling another inch fill the De Vil boy. He gasped in pain, his fists were clenching the bedsheets below them, while Ben's were firmly wrapped around Carlos' hips.
"I love you..." Ben whispered.
Carlos gave a weak smile, "I love you, t-too..."
The heat between them, the feeling of their skin sizzling as they brushed against the other's skin. The sheer contact between them made their stomachs churn, and their muscles contract. Moans, groans, and grunts filled the air, followed with more heated breaths and sloppy kisses. Glassy and slack-jaw expressions, sweaty skin, knotted-hair.
"S-Shit," Ben blinked, realizing he was fully inside Carlos. A smile spread across his face, seeing the pain mixed with pleasure sprawl throughout his body.
He remained still, waiting for his lover to adjust. The white-haired boy was tight, as expected, but it felt so warm, so constricting. Ben had to stop himself from bucking his hips and plowing the boy. The beast inside him was quickly forming.
"M-Move," Carlos choked out, "Faster."
Ben nodded, settling himself between Carlos' legs as they wrapped around his waist. Their faces were mere-inches from each other, and that's when Ben slowly pulled back, before giving a gentle thrust back in.
Carlos whined in pain, biting his lip as he hid his face in the crook of his lover's neck.
"You're so sexy..." Ben mumbled, kissing the side of Carlos' head. His hands were wrapped around Carlos' waist, holding his upper back up towards him as his thrusts grew stronger. While Carlos' hands were holding tight onto Ben's back, the nails sinking into the skin and drawing blood.
But Ben withstood the minor pain. He'd withstand any kind of pain for Carlos.
Another buck upwards, and Carlos was grunting like an animal. His special spot was easily hit by every thrust the prince made. The De Vil boy's cock was bouncing between their stomachs, leaving trails of pre-cum across their abs that would dribble into their respective patches of sugary-brown and black and white curls.
"H-Harder!" Carlos moaned out, "P-Please, Ben! Hard-der!"
The soon-to-be King thrusted in and out of the fourteen-year-old, like a piston. Carlos had fallen back onto the bed, sprawled out as he took the six-inches inside him over and over again. They kissed hungrily, fighting with their tongues despite knowing Ben would win.
"Fuck! C-Carlos... I-I'm gonna..." Ben broke their battle, "I'm c-close!"
"So..." he let out a lustrous moan, "A-Am I!"
His hands slid inward from Carlos' hips, wrapping around the cock that continued to spring up and down from the vibrations of each thrust and fuck.
"Oh, F-Fuck!" Carlos arched his back, thrusting into Ben's hands as Ben continued to thrust inside him. They were both moaning, grunting, and huffing. Anybody walking by would surely hear the naughty, not-so-princely, things they were doing. But neither cared.
Let them listen. It only turned them on more.
"I-I'm gonna-" Ben roared out, making one final thrust inside Carlos, getting as deep as he could, "CUM!
Carlos' mind went hazy as he felt the warm, almost steaming, liquid fill his insides. He made one final buck upwards into Ben's hands, before blowing his load as well. Strings of his sticky cum bathed Ben's stomach, streaking up to his chest. Their muscles had tightened, and their minds and bodies were still reeling in bliss.
Ben dropped on top of the smaller boy, coating him in own spunk as revenge. He was still buried deep inside him, giving small little thrusts just to stir him up.
Heated breath and rising and falling chests quickly followed.
They kissed briefly, still waiting for air to refill their lungs as they returned back from their orgasmic high. Carlos had tears in his eyes, and his face had blossomed red.
"Are you... o-okay?" Ben asked, hoping he didn't take it too far.
He cautiously pulled out of the boy, seeing his own seed slowly flood out of the recently-fucked hole. Carlos breathed in, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "I-I'm... just happy."
They sank into another kiss, before both of them cautiously sat up. Clothes were scattered from one end of the room to the other. Dude was rolled up into a ball on Jay's pillow, while Beelzebub had claimed the foot of the bed. They had turned away from the naked-couple.
"What time is it?" Ben asked, getting a hold of his breath.
Carlos shrugged, "It's almost dark out. So Jay should be back soon."
"D-Do you feel... different?" Ben glanced into the chocolaty-brown eyes. "Does it still hurt?"
The younger teen nodded, "It burns a little. And I feel like I've still got your jizz inside me." A small giggle erupted from both of them. "Do you feel any different?"
"I feel like the luckiest guy in the world," Ben smiled. It was cheesy, yes. But it was true. He had Carlos, and Carlos had him. They loved each other. And for the first time, they've made love. And they loved every second of it.
OKAY! So that's all for this chapter, but hopefully this makes up for the time between updates. FanFiction being down for two days really messed up my updating schedule. That, plus being extremely busy.
So, anyways, Carlos and Ben finally had sex! BENLOS-4-EVAH!
I also added that little Mal scene in for a little breather before they got to really intense stuff, and maybe it gave you a little chuckle. Make sure to leave a review telling me what you thought, if you have any questions, or any ideas for future chapters. As of this chapter onward, I've decided at the end, I'll be addressing all the reviews that the previous chapter received :)
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