Benn chuckled, the sound a low rumble against Shanks' skin. His hand moved, a possessive gesture, down to grip Shanks' hip, squeezing it almost painfully. He reveled in the effect he had on Shanks, the way a single touch could unravel his composure, reduce him to a trembling mess.
"And yet you keep coming back for more," he teased, his tongue darting out to taste the skin of Shanks' shoulder, a playful, yet deliberate, act of provocation. "Face it, you love it."
Shanks gasped, a ragged sound that echoed the chaos swirling within him. Benn's tongue traced a fiery path across his shoulder, leaving a trail of burning sensation. His head spun, his thoughts a tangled mess of denial and desire.
'Damn it, damn you, damn this entire situation,' he thought, the words a bitter mantra repeated in the depths of his mind, even as his body responded with a primal eagerness to Benn's touch.
"Shut up," Shanks muttered, his voice betraying the struggle for control, the growing tension in his own body. "You're too damn observant."
Benn smiled, a triumphant curve of his lips against Shanks' skin. He felt the power he held, the way Shanks' facade of control crumbled under his touch. "And you're too damn stubborn," he retorted, his teeth nipping at the flesh of Shanks' neck, leaving a small, angry red mark behind. "But I like it. Keeps things interesting."
Shanks let out a low moan, a guttural sound that was both a cry of frustration and a surrender to the intoxicating heat coursing through him. He couldn't deny it. He loved the push and pull between them, the way Benn seemed to know exactly how to rile him up, how to make him crave something he knew he shouldn't.
"You're... you're a damn tease," he grunted, his fingers digging into Benn's shoulders, a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of control.
Benn chuckled, a sound that was almost cruel in its amusement. His lips moved back up to Shanks' ear, his breath hot against the sensitive skin. "Only because you make it so damn fun," he murmured, his teeth grazing the lobe of Shanks' ear, sending a shiver of anticipation through him.
"You squirm so prettily when I tease you like this,' he said, his grip on Shanks" hip tightening, a possessive claim.
Shanks felt his control slipping, his body responding with an instinctive, almost involuntary, reaction to every touch, every caress, every word from Benn. It was maddening, intoxicating, and he could feel his resolve crumbling under the onslaught of his own desire.
"I don't... I don't squirm," he protested, his voice weak and breathy, his body already writhing against Benn's hold.
Benn's lips quirked into a smirk, a knowing amusement that sent a fresh wave of heat through Shanks. He could hear the lie in Shanks' voice, feel the way his body was reacting to his every touch, and it only fueled his desire further.
"Oh, really?" he murmured, his hand moving lower, cupping Shanks' ass, giving it a possessive squeeze. "What do you call this then?"
Shanks let out a sharp gasp, his body arching into Benn's hand, a response that was both involuntary and intoxicating. He was torn between the need to give in to the pleasure and the desperate desire to maintain some semblance of control.
"I..." he stuttered, his mind blank, his defenses crumbling under Benn's touch. "I... damn you... this is your fault, you bastard."
Benn smiled against Shanks' skin, a sense of power swelling within him. He could see the struggle playing out on Shanks' face, the internal war between reason and desire.
"My fault, huh?" he echoed, his hand still kneading Shanks' ass, pushing him closer. "Funny, you don't seem to be complaining."
Shanks let out a strangled noise, his body moving of its own accord, pressing back into Benn's touch, seeking out more friction, more contact.
"Damn it," he panted, his voice hoarse. "I can't... I can't think straight when you're touching me like this!"