command me to be well.

indie: yeah? i think i can. i'm persuasive. :)

indie: deserve a punishment?

indie: you're always good for me, benj.

benji: definitely wouldn't hate it if you persuaded me :)

benji: mhm. you're always being mischievous.

indie: ugh. i guesssss.

indie: if you think i deserve it :)

indie: i think i can make that happen for you. you've been so good

benji: who knows. maybe you can convince me otherwise when you get down here.

benji: i'm sure you would, honestly. you usually do.

Oh, it’s uh, been just about a week I think? Tomorrow will be exactly a week, actually.

indie: i may meet you down in the lobby so we can make out in the elevator

indie: ...i wanna be good for you. but i also wanna see what happens if i'm bad.

indie: yes you do :) take your pick.

benji: okay, but hands above the waist until we're back in the room. deal?

benji: oh. um. that's when i punish you, yes?

indie: thank fucking god

indie: i can be good.

indie: you're so good for me and we've barely started. you are a blessing, benjamin reeves :)

benji: someeeeone's ready to see me :) :) :)

benji: look who's being good now :)

Indie keeps his body as close to Benji’s as humanly possible, finding comfort under the boy’s body heat and grip. “Of course I did,” he mutters in a tone as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I can’t see myself wanting to be with anybody else.” 

“No,” Indie frowns, eyebrows knitted together in disagreement as he presses a kiss to the other’s forehead. “You’re so worth the wait. I would do it again and again and again.” 

indie: well you /are/ going to hear it in person when you get home. so be prepared. and no jumping out windows when you do

indie: not when you're in the kitchen and look like you do :((

indie: you're so so so so so so good. so good. i love you.

benji: well, at least /then/ i won't have people staring at me. the bus is pulling up to the abbey rn tho.

benji: sssssh. you can be good while i cook, can't you?

indie: i'd say how badly i want you right now. how much i want to suck you off and eat you out and not let you cum for a few hours until you're begging me to let you. is that good?

indie: i can't help it :(

indie: yeah? you think you could for me?

benji: 😳😳😳 dunno how well i'd handle hearing all of that over the phone.

benji: like, i'd probably end up accidentally tossing it out of the window.

benji: (and i mean that in the best way possible)

benji: you can sooooo. you're perfectly capable of sitting politely at the kitchen counter and keeping your hands to yourself until dinner is finished. i believe in u.

indie: pleaseeeeee benj. pretty please :(

indie: i'm not!! i just. wanna be safe.

indie: /better/ orgasms. /more/ orgasms.

benji: what- what would you say?

benji: you just wanna distract me :(

Indie can feel his heart honest-to-God stop beating when Benji says that, and the look he gives him certainly doesn’t help. He’s positive he’ll never get used to the way the other boy makes him feel, and he’s not sure he wants to — he lives for the little sparks he still feels whenever Benji touches him, or the small burn in his stomach when they make eye contact. Like now. He leans in immediately when he sees the brunet go for a kiss, not wanting to wait the extra millisecond it might take for their lips to meet. “We really should have started dating a long time ago,” he points out after a few moments, only breaking apart far enough for him to breathe. “We could have been doing this for a lot longer.” 

indie: you want me to beg right now? i can call you. i'm feeling particularly needy.

indie: fiiiiiiiiiine. no fires. you should just make some cold meals for the next week, to be safe.

indie: yes. i definitely am. come to the dark side, we have sex toys and orgasms.

benji: oh my gooood indieeeeeeeeeeee.

benji: what, like sandwiches? indie, don't limit my cooking abilities please.

benji: you act like i didn't have that before.

indie: so you /do/ want me to beg? on my knees?? i'm good on my knees

indie: you know me so well ❤️ but i thought you wouldn't

indie: the swear jar is gonna be fullllllll when i'm done with you

benji: i - yeah, you, uh, you said something about that. i think i'd quite like that, though?

benji: stiiiiiiiiiiiillllll. i want to try and avoid setting the kitchen on fire, okay?

benji: uGhhhhH. you're trying to turn me out, aren't you?

indie: you don't like it? :(

indie: that's fair. i'll save it for when you're not cooking, then. maybe.

indie: you'll see soon enough :)

benji: /that's/ what you got from me repeatedly swearing? you've heard me swear, like, all of two times, maybe.

benji: i have a feeling you won't be saving it for anything. and i have a feeling i might not care a whole lot.

indie: you want me to beg for you, benj?

indie: distracting you is so fun!! plus i want you to pay attention to me. and my nipples :(

indie: everything. i've got everything in store for you.

benji: shit. shit. shit. fuck. whyyyy must you say these things to me? christ almighty.

benji: i allllwaaays pay attention to you. but i WOULD like to /not/ burn a meal every now and again.

indie: i'm very polite!! and i'm definitely not above begging.

indie: yeah? think i'll give it another go :) because you can, like, do something about it now.

indie: 😘😘 well there's more where that came from

benji: my god. this is actually probably the longest bus ride of my life.

benji: ok fine, but not whilst i'm cooking pls. i don't need any more added distractions.

indie: of course i would!! please's and thank you's and everything.

indie: you do?? that makes me so happy :D i was hoping you'd say that.

indie: don't think i'll ever get used to you saying that ❤️ but alrighttttttt. it was worth a shot

benji: oh. would you? that's - that's very polite of you.

benji: of coursseeee. you kinda killed me with all that shirtlessness for a while there.