From across the long sidewalk, Victor spots Benji, leather jacket and skinny jean-clad, standing in a patch of grass to the side and staring down at his phone as other students walk around him on their way to wherever they're meant to be that afternoon.
When Benji raises his gaze, a grin splits his face and he holds his hand up in greeting. Victor picks up the pace, the cool, late February wind whipping against his skin as he jogs across the cement.
"Hey, Benji," Victor says, arms wrapping around the other's waist as he pulls him in for a kiss. "You look… really nice, as always."
"Hey! Thanks. You look cute, too," Benji says with a chuckle. "So, um, listen. I may have… something for you," he says as they separate.
"Like a gift or…? Shit, I didn't get you anything."
"Relax, nothing like that… look, when you blindfolded me on our date, it gave me an idea…"
"Oh, okay, we're getting right into this, then, huh…" Victor says, sheepish, as his face warms.
"I figured I'd just be upfront," Benji says with a shrug.
"Right. Sorry, go on."
"So… I was thinking, what else can we do to make things a little more interesting in the bedroom?" Benji says, a small blush creeping up his cheeks as he walks backward, hands behind his back. "Because that was really fun."
"Yeah, I had fun, too. And now I'm super curious about what you have in mind. Because I feel like it's gonna be… spicy."
"Well, I guess it depends on your tolerance... But I wanna know if you're okay with it first."
Victor raises an eyebrow as he tilts his head, eyes trailing down as he tries to peer over Benji's shoulder.
"What're you hiding?" he asks, smile playing at his lips.
"Okay… well, you know how there are those remote control vibrators, right?"
"Mhm," Victor hums, lip twitching before he presses it into a line, trying to suppress a smile.
"I, uh... may or may not have saved up some of my library cafe money and bought one for myself," Benji continues, cheeks fully red now as he stares at the sky before he swallows.
"Oh…" Victor says slowly, inhaling sharply as his own cheeks flush and his mouth goes dry. "Wow. Um… that sounds… interesting."
"I wanted to know how comfortable you are with uh… trying it out with me. More specifically, how willing you are to torture me sexually," Benji says with a sly grin and a wiggle of his eyebrows.
"Define 'torture'," Victor asks, skeptical.
"Fine, maybe 'torture' is a strong word… How does… inducing prolonged, intermittent pleasure on your super cute and willing boyfriend sound?"
"Okay, that's better. Yeah, I would totally be down for that," Victor says with a smile, and Benji wonders if it's a trick of the light or if Victor's eyes really did just glint in that moment.
"Yeah? Okay, awesome," Benji says, giddy. "Can you hold out your hand?"
Hesitating, Victor does as Benji asks, and Benji uncurls his arms from behind his back; he drops a little black remote with a few metal buttons on it into Victor's hand, and their skin fizzles on contact.
Victor stares at it with wide eyes, holding it gingerly as if it were a precious stone.
"Wait, you don't have it in right now, right?" he whispers.
Benji stares off to the side, innocent. "Why don't you try pressing one of those buttons and find out? Just don't ask me what anything does, I didn't read the instructions."
Gulping, Victor brings the remote to his face and presses the little up arrow a few times in succession, stopping when Benji pauses in his tracks and lets out the tiniest "Oh fuck" before he grabs onto Victor's arm with a tight smile.
"How is it?" Victor asks, before biting the insides of his cheeks to stop himself from laughing as Benji squirms in the middle of the walkway.
For a moment, Benji closes his eyes with a soft moan, Adam's apple bobbing as he leans against Victor for support. Victor simply watches, feeling as if the sun is casting itself across him when he looks at Benji's contorting face; he counts the freckles on Benji's nose and presses the arrow button a couple more times, making Benji shudder.
"I won't make it to the library if you keep this up," Benji chokes out, smirking despite himself. "It feels really good, though."
Chuckling, Victor presses the down arrow a few times, leaving the intensity of the vibrations at a barely noticeable pulse, and Benji sighs as he rights himself again.
"But I'll give you a break for now because I don't want you to finish just yet," Victor says with a wink, giving Benji's ass a squeeze before glancing down at the front of his own pants and zipping up his jacket with a sheepish grin. "Just tell me when you want me to stop, all right, baby?"
"Yeah, I know. I trust you," Benji says, standing on his toes to kiss Victor on the mouth. "But just in case… my safe word is… chamomile."
"Chamomile…" Victor echoes, slipping the remote into his pocket and offering his arm to Benji, who gladly laces his own through it. "Got it."
"Honestly, I've been wanting to try this for a while but never had anyone to do it with… or maybe I should say, anyone who I wanted to do it with."
"Aww, it's really such an honor," Victor says, voice mocking, as he holds his hand on his chest dramatically.
"Don't flatter yourself, fool. You're lucky I'm letting you do this to me at all."
"Oh, I know. I am a lucky guy," Victor says, modest as always.
"See, when you say earnest shit like it makes it really hard to make fun of you," Benji says with a fond chuckle as he kisses Victor on the cheek; Victor isn't sure if his face has gotten to an even darker shade of red yet.
"Hehe, you said hard," Victor says with a giggle.
"I can't believe I let you have sex with me," Benji says, doing the same.
"And I'm very grateful for that," Victor says with a huge grin. "But yeah, god. This is gonna be so fun."
They walk arm-in-arm toward the library, chatting along the way about their week. Victor's fingers find the remote again, tapping the up arrow three times as he opens the door for Benji to usher him inside, chuckling as Benji pauses in the doorway, shuddering and sighing as another student almost collides with his back.
"You're a real sadistic bastard, you know that, babe?" Benji mutters as they enter, face flushed with arousal again.
"What? I have no idea what you're talking about," Victor says sarcastically, flashing his canines as he intertwines their fingers and leads them both up the stairs.
"I figured you would ease into it but no... You're just... trigger happy," Benji says quietly before gritting his teeth. He lets out a noise that sounds like a cross between a moan and a whimper, his breathing becoming labored.
Victor presses the down arrow several times until he's sure it's off, making a face as he does this. "Should I stop?"
"Did I say 'chamomile'?" Benji says, watching Victor through his eyelashes. "It's up to you; you're the boss. Besides, you know I can handle much more than this," he teases.
"Hmm… okay, fair," Victor says, contemplating for a moment as his mouth scrunches to the side, before his expression turns wicked despite the blush coloring his cheeks. "I'll surprise you."
"That's what I like to hear."
The walk to the fourth floor is one full of electricity and tension erupting between them as Benji watches Victor chattering away, hands nowhere near his pockets. They arrive at the table where Lake and Mia are hard at work, typing away on their laptops.
"Hellooo everybody," Victor says, pulling out the window seat and motioning for Benji to sit as he takes the spot beside him.
He waits until he's fully seated before he takes out the remote discreetly from his coat pocket and slips it into the one in his jeans instead. Then he unzips his jacket and drapes it over the back of his chair; Benji laughs lightly as he watches.
"Hey, guys," Benji says, before biting his lip and glancing to the side, fiddling with his hands nervously.
"What's up, you two?" Mia says with a small smile as she eats a slice of orange from a napkin she'd placed on the table.
"Finally you showed up," Lake snaps. "Did you bring any good snacks? I'm tired of eating fruit."
"Sorry, I just have healthy shit," Victor says with an awkward laugh, tapping the button on the remote.
"And you, mister?" Lake asks, turning to Benji. "Please tell me you have something."
"Nope, I don't have—ah!" Benji yelps, clapping both hands over his mouth as he takes a deep, shaky breath through his nose, eyes crunching closed as he presses his lips together hard enough to bruise, before he looks up again and says "money. For snacks."
His voice is hoarse and wavering and he can feel the eyes around him piercing him to the core.
"Are you okay?" Mia asks gently.
"Yep. Never better," Benji grits out quickly, sweat already beginning to bead on his forehead as he nods vigorously, the entirety of his face and neck looking like he'd just fallen asleep in the sun.
"Victor… are you giving him a handjob under the table again?" Lake hisses. Mia snorts before she pops her headphones into her ears.
"I swear I'm not this time," Victor says, flustered, holding his hands up in surrender.
Benji shoots Victor an icy glare as his body shudders; truthfully, Victor hadn't known what to expect when he pressed the up arrow thirteen times. But something about Benji's expression, the way his eyebrows fuse together in frustration and pleasure, makes Victor want to continue.
"Well, you two are up to something," Lake says, suspicious, as she narrows her eyes at them.
Victor taps the down arrow as quickly as he can, and the vibrations stop; Benji exhales slowly, chewing on his lip as he glances to the side, wistful.
"I have midterms to study for, I don't have time to mess around with my boyfriend," Victor lies as he pulls out his computer and sets it on the table, before he slides his glasses onto his nose.
"God, I love it when you call me that," Benji says, swooning, as he follows suit.
"What? My boyfriend?" Victor teases.
"Mhm. I could listen to you say it all day," Benji says, resting his head in his hands.
"Well, that can be arranged."
"Can you two disaster gays get a room?" Lake asks over the top of her phone.
"Hey, are you recording us?" Benji snaps.
"Yeah, what the hell, Lake?" Victor says.
"I figured I'd have something to blackmail you with later but this is more… sad than incriminating," she says with a sigh.
Mia can only chuckle at something on her screen, oblivious to the trio at the table around her as she pops more orange slices into her mouth.
"There's nothing sad about me letting my boyfriend know I appreciate him," Victor says as-a-matter-of-factly.
Benji can only smile and roll his eyes as he rests his hand on Victor's leg as Victor winks at him.
"Anyway…" Benji says, crossing his legs under the table as he watches Victor from the corner of his eye. "I've actually got a lot of work to do."
"You guys are being so weird today," Lake says, wrinkling her nose.
Shrugging, Victor pulls out his own phone and writes: "Chamomile?"
"Nope" Benji writes back; the single word makes Victor shiver.
Victor smirks as he turns his attention to his computer, opening his physics notes and sighing as he reads. He's faintly aware of Benji's hand creeping up his leg like a caterpillar making its way up a branch, the weight of that combined with that of the remote in his pocket distracting him from any sort of work that he had expected to complete.
With a soft inhale, Victor presses the button on the remote again, and Benji's hand tenses as he coughs into his other arm to disguise the soft groan that erupts from his throat before he bites his lip. Victor crosses his own legs as he leans forward and pretends to read.
Benji removes his hand from Victor's lap and sets it down on his own as he seems to curl into himself like a sensitive plant, breath hitching in his throat just loud enough for Victor to hear as he shifts in his seat.
Heart racing as if he'd just run across the entirety of the campus, Victor can feel the throbbing in his groin. There's something satisfying to Victor in knowing that Benji is simply taking it without complaint and Victor decides to let it go, delighting in the soft noises of pleasure Benji makes as he tries his best to stay still while Mia and Lake sit opposite hiding behind their screens, oblivious.
Hands shaking, Benji swallows loudly as he takes his pen and begins to scribble in his notebook, sighing as his pupils flit to Victor for a moment; he says nothing, instead sliding his palm down his abdomen and making a show for only Victor of slipping his hand along the front of his trousers and touching himself through his clothes.
He doesn't know how much time passes, focusing on the way Benji's body jolts as he holds in the cries of bliss he would more than happily let fall from his lips if they were alone. Victor increases the intensity a few more steps to the point where he can almost hear the vibrations and watches as Benji inhales sharply, shooting him a glare again as Victor covers his own mouth to stop his grin from breaking it in half.
If he hadn't been so turned on, Victor knows he would kick himself for taking so much enjoyment from Benji's state; but for now he can only observe as Benji writhes gently in his seat, uncrossing and re-crossing his legs, one over the other, every so often.
"Hey guys!" comes Fee's voice, startling them.
Victor knocks his knee against the bottom of the table and hisses in pain as he almost falls face-first onto his laptop and Benji squeezes his legs together tightly as he sits up straight with a strained smile.
"H-hey!" Victor says quickly, raising a hand in greeting.
Benji can only wave.
"Fee, there you are! Please tell me you have food, I'm starving," Lake says, grabbing onto their arm, voice tinged with desperation.
"Hey, Fee," Mia says, turning to Lake with a sigh. "Do you wanna go get something to eat?"
"No, I don't wanna move," Lake snaps with a pout.
"Okay…" Fee says, setting down a giant leather-bound tome in front of the single empty seat at the table. They open their bag before withdrawing a paper bag, and from within that paper bag, a cardboard container. "Well, I have a slice of pineapple pizza I didn't eat because I was too full if you want."
"Ew, pineapple pizza?" Lake groans, cringing. "I would literally rather eat my phone than put that," she says, pointing to the container, "in my mouth."
"You've had worse things in your mouth," Mia says, not looking up from her computer.
The table erupts into a fit of giggles.
"Hey, pineapple pizza is actually really good," Victor retorts once the laughter has died down.
"This is why you're my best friend," Fee says, finger-gunning in Victor's direction.
"Ugh, fine. Gimme," Lake says, opening and closing her fingers like a crawfish as she reaches out and Fee places the container of pizza into her hands.
"You're welcome," Fee says.
Grimacing as she opens the container with the tips of her fingers, Lake stares at the slice of pizza with the little yellow pieces on it before she takes it into her hand carefully.
"Come on, Lake, you're not diffusing a bomb," Benji grits out. "It's not that bad."
"Shut up, I'm taking my time," Lake snaps. She brings the slice to her nose and sniffs it before recoiling. "Ugh, gross," she mutters, before she takes a bite and chews slowly.
"And?" Victor asks.
Lake swallows, her face brightening like a coin in a fountain. "Okay, that's actually good."
"Dang it, you've gone to the dark side," Mia says dramatically with a click of her tongue.
"Yessss, that's three to three for team 'Pineapple does go on pizza'! We're catching up," Fee says, raising a victorious fist into the air. "Soon you will all," they say, making a peace sign and then bringing it to their own eyes before pointing at Mia and Benji in turn, "be converted."
Fee pauses, frowning as they walk around the table and press the back of their hand to Benji's forehead, making Benji jump at the contact. "Whoa, Benji, you're burning up."
Victor's own face scorches as he reaches out and pulls Fee's arm away, panic gripping him like a pair of weighted shackles around his extremities.
"I'm fine," Benji says, voice strained.
"You're all red, you have a fever, and you're shaking… do you feel cold, Benji? You might have… the flu," Fee says with a gasp, taking a step back. "I should go wash my hands."
"Wait, now that you mention it… you're right," Mia says. "B, you should go to the health center."
Benji's already flushed face reddens even further like an apple in the light and Victor scrambles around in his pocket, pressing the button repeatedly.
"I don't need the health center," Benji insists, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I'm seriously fine. It's just a little warm in here," he lies, glancing at Victor through his eyelashes.
"Actually…" Victor says, meeting Benji's eyes with a glint in his own. "Maybe we should go… just in case."
Adam's apple bobbing as he holds Victor's gaze, Benji nods, eyelids fluttering. "Okay," he says quietly.
Victor rises, pulling his sweater down to cover his front as he offers a hand to Benji and they quickly slip away and around the corner.
"God, I've literally never been more attracted to you," Benji whispers as Victor drags him along with him and instead of proceeding to the stairs, Victor leads them to the back of the library where the student meeting rooms line the walls.
"Yeah?" Victor asks, reaching into his pocket and tapping the button in quick succession and watching as Benji freezes in place and almost crushes his hand like a bear trap.
"I spoke too soon," Benji breathes before clamping his teeth against his lower lip. "This is probably my… mm… new favorite toy."
With a smirk, Victor knocks on one of the doors before he opens it, finding it empty. He tugs Benji inside and locks the door behind them.
"How many orgasms did you have?" Victor asks, pressing Benji up against the door and slipping his knee between Benji's legs.
"A few," Benji says with a grin as his head falls back with a thunk and his lips part with a low moan.
"Shut up, someone'll hear," Victor scolds.
"Then make me."
Victor licks at his teeth, the gears turning in his brain. "Chamomile?"
"No way," Benji says, rubbing up against Victor's thigh. "And you remember what I said about you being… rougher."
"I know. I just wanna be sure," Victor says, grabbing Benji by the hair and pulling him away from the door before forcing him to his knees.
"I love this view," Benji says, undoing Victor's pants and pulling out his rock-hard erection.
"Me, too," Victor says, patting Benji's hair gently with one hand and using his other to press the up arrow a few times.
"Mm… keep doing that," Benji moans, squeezing his legs together as he strokes Victor's cock a few times, eyelids falling closed as he rests Victor's erection against his cheek.
"You want more?"
"Yeah, as high as it'll go," Benji says, voice quaking, before he licks a stripe up the side of Victor's dick.
"Okay…" Victor says, complying. "Looks like it won't go any higher," he mutters.
"Shit…" Benji breathes, legs shaking, before he drags his palm along Victor's precum-slick cock as he sucks on Victor's balls.
Victor can only lean back against the edge of the table and thread his fingers through Benji's hair as he watches the way Benji gives his attention to all the parts of him that make him feel like he's just walked into a flame—but in the best way. Benji hums, massaging his balls, before he takes Victor's cock in his mouth, lapping at it as if he'd never tasted anything so delicious in his life as the little moans drop from his lips and his hand floats under Victor's shirt, feeling the blistering skin of his torso.
"Do you want me to fuck your face, baby?" Victor asks gently, pulling Benji off him and tipping his head up to him by the chin.
Benji scrunches his eyebrows together as his body tremors like a tree on a fault and tears leak from the corners of his eyes; he nods.
"Please," Benji begs, slipping his hand down the front of his trousers and sighing as he touches himself.
"Chamomile?" Victor asks, even though he knows he doesn't have to.
"Fuck no," Benji says, bristling as he opens his mouth and closes his eyes. "Just let me swallow your fucking sperm already."
Chuckling and covering his face in his hand, Victor sighs as he grabs ahold of Benji's hair and holds his head in place.
"Relax… and try not to get cum up your nose again."
Benji opens one eye and peers up at him as he wiggles a bit in his spot on the floor.
"You don't have to remind me every time I suck your dick. I could just not—"
"Okay, okay. I'll stop," Victor says quickly. "Now can I please fuck my beautiful boyfriend's adorable face now?"
"Sure, but make it quick because my knees are starting to hurt. Unless you secretly like watching me suffer," Benji says, closing both eyes again and smiling as he blushes.
"No!" Victor almost shouts.
Benji rolls his eyes beneath his eyelids. "Very convincing."
"Fine. Maybe a tiny bit."
Chuckling, Benji shakes his head, making a show of shifting his weight from one knee to the other. "I want your dick in my mouth now, please, babe. We can chat later."
"Right. Are you all… relaxed?" Victor asks. "I'm going in."
Snorting, Benji opens his mouth, holding a thumb up. Victor grips his hair again before he slides his erection into Benji's mouth slowly, groaning as Benji's throat opens up, his muscles parting like the Red Sea.
Tears roll down Benji's cheeks like little crystals glinting in the white, fluorescent light as he takes Victor into him, moaning around Victor's cock.
Victor swipes his own thumbs across Benji's cheeks as he pulls out slowly and slips back in between Benji's lips.
"That's a good boy…" Victor says gently with a smile, feeling bolder with each passing moment. "Or should I say… a good little slut?"
Humming, Benji opens his eyes and peers up at Victor for a moment, holding his gaze, before his eyes flutter closed once again. Benji strokes himself as if spurned by his voice and Victor thrusts into his mouth—he can't stop himself from gazing, awe-struck, at Benji's angelic face.
"Your mouth is fucking amazing…" Victor breathes, movements becoming more erratic now. "Fuck… I'm gonna cum…"
As soon as Victor focuses on how wet and warm Benji's insides are, with how he shudders as another orgasm undoubtedly washes over him, he finishes down Benji's throat, cumming so hard his legs almost collapse like a tower of untethered bricks from underneath him.
When Victor pulls out, panting as he leans back and tucks himself in, he can only watch the way Benji licks his own shaking fingers, a faint smile playing at his lips, as he makes eye contact with Victor.
"Chamomile," Benji says after the long silence between them, his eyelids heavy.
"As you wish," Victor replies, finally shutting off the vibrator. "Thank you."
With a sigh, Victor leans down to place a gentle kiss to Benji's lips, tasting himself, before he takes his boyfriend's hand and slips the remote into it.
He crouches on the floor before sitting down and straightening his legs, leaning back against the wall and opening his arms wide.
"Wanna cuddle? That was pretty intense," Victor says.
Benji nods, completely and utterly spent, and crawls into Victor's embrace, warm body welcome against his own even as he cools.
"That was exhausting. But really fun," Benji says, resting his head on Victor's shoulder. "I should probably go home, though, because I'm a mess and… sticky everywhere."
"Want me to walk you?"
"Yeah. But… in a few minutes. And don't let me fall asleep."
"It's all good," Victor says, taking a deep breath, holding it, and then exhaling slowly as he ruffles Benji's hair.
They sit like that for a long moment in a sweaty, recovering pile on the floor.
"So I guess technically you don't need my dick anymore if you have this super fun toy," Victor teases, breaking the silence.
Benji laughs, a labored, weary sound as he tightens his hold around Victor's middle. "You know it's not the same. I can't cuddle with a vibrator."
"Fair point."
"And it won't appreciate how good I look."
"Also true."
"And it won't cry over cheesy romance movies with me or let me paint it or tell me how much it cares about me or—"
"I get it," Victor says with a chuckle. I love you, he wants to say, even though he knows it's just the afterglow of the influx of happiness chemicals that have flooded his brain that compels this desire. But instead he says: "You're adorable."
"Well, I think you're more adorable," Benji retorts with a sly grin.
"We're not doing this again," Victor says, cheeks numb from his own smile.
There's a pause between them and Victor's tongue tingles as he stares at the ceiling.
"You mentioned you had some more... spicy ideas," Victor says, more of a question than a statement.
Benji slides a few inches across Victor's lap and looks at him, an indescribable expression on his face. "I may, but I wanna hear yours, too."
Victor's cheeks are like a flash fire. "Mine aren't that spicy."
"I mean, even if you think your fantasies aren't that 'spicy' I still wanna hear them. Especially since you just face-fucked me," Benji says as-a-matter-of-factly, face pink.
Pressing his lips together, Victor strokes his chin. "It was a lot easier when I was horny," he finally says.
"Well, you can be honest with me. I won't judge you. I just wanna try out new stuff together."
"I know... okay, how about this. How about we both make a list of stuff we're interested in trying? Like stuff we really like, stuff we might be okay with, and then stuff we definitely don't think we'll like? Then we can compare notes and go from there?"
Benji nods, his lip curling up as he takes in Victor's proposition. "I like that idea. Let's do it."
"Sick," Victor says. "Okay, but first... my legs are getting numb so I'm gonna need you to get off me."
Humming, Benji kisses Victor's cheek before he pulls himself to his feet and offers a hand to Victor to help him up, too. Their fingers lace together on their own accord like vines up the side of an old stone house as they slip out the door.