#lyssi

Joe and Ben have sex for the first time after getting pregnant with Clara (Joe is around 6 months)

“Ben. Anyone besides me ever tell you how good you are with your hands?” Joe questions with a hum, 6 months pregnant and being jerked off in the middle of the living room by his newly labeled boyfriend, Ben.

Most nights turned into this. Dinner. Maybe a movie. Long chats about life and the future for their baby girl. One of them would touch the other in such a way that got their hands roaming and tongues tangling.

Even though Joe was carrying their child, they were only dating. They were still in the honeymoon stage. It was all so new and they couldn’t stop. As nights like these reached a dozen, Ben had a feeling that Joe was still very closed off. He never took his shirt off while Ben had no qualms in stripping in front of the ginger. He’d let Joe touch every bit of him. And there was Joe, exposing his below but nothing else. He would keep on his jeans if he wasn’t so damn uncomfortable with them around his legs.

“Joe.” Ben stops his hand jerks.

“Ben...why did you stop?” Joe licks his lips, obviously lost in the pleasure Ben was giving him.

“I want to touch you. More.” Ben says simply.

“You have your hand on my dick. That’s second base.”

“Why not more?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Because I’m six months pregnant.”

“Yes...and?”

“And actually that’s it, dingus. I’m fucking pregnant. Now can you get on with jerking me off or do I have to finish by myself?” Joe was obviously agitated but not mad. More frustrated it seemed than anything.

“I want to do more than that.”

“Why? We’re boyfriends now. And I’m kissing you.And you are jerking me off. Isn’t that enough for you?”

Ben cocks his head from the side, “Is that really enough for you?”

Joe scrunched his face up in frustration, “N--yes. Yes it is.”

Ben gazes a thumb over the tip of Joe’s cock. It drips and Ben takes the tiny bit of liquid and brings it to his lips. Joe groans, obviously even more turned on than a second ago. “If this is enough...than why do I come over most evenings to you in the shower...calling out my name?”

“Can’t a man have a wet jerk in the shower, asshole?”

“What do you think about...when you call out my name exactly?”

“This. Mostly.” Joe replies with a blank face.

“You’re lying.” Ben gives him another jerk and Joe grunts.

“Argh...Ben! What the fuck do you want me to say? That I want you to take me from behind ‘till I’m sore in the morning? Is that what you want?”

“Yes. And I’d be willing to give it to you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Ben leans forward, giving Joe a smacking kiss and then pulling away. “But I would like to face you, if you don’t mind.”

“Fucking...fine. Do whatever.” Joe pulls back, re-positioning himself so that he was lying down on the couch.

“No. On the bed.”

“You want fucking everything don’t you.” Even though Joe argues, he still gets up and heads to the bedroom. Ben walks close behind, pulling his shirt off in the midst. 

Joe gets up on the bed slowly, going to rest his body partially on the headrest. “Alright. I’m here.”

“I can see that.” Ben continues to strip as he heads to the bed, “Now the jumper.”

“Sweatshirt.”

“Jumper.”

“If I take this off, baby girl will get cold and wake up.”

Ben rolled his eyes, “Don’t bullshit me. I won’t touch you there or look down if that’s your issue.”

“My issue? Not wanting you to see my body is my issue?!” Joe juts forward, baring his teeth though he was still hard. Somehow the now heated conversation wasn’t completing turning him off.

“Yes it is. Because I don’t give a shit.” 

“Oh bull fucking shit. Men who look like you always fucking do.”

“Joe…” Ben can sense that all of his comments come from a very dark place. A very sensitive place that Ben is still cracking. He wants to be closer to Joe. Wants to love him even as he is already in love with their baby girl. But he’s just as stubborn as he is sometimes.

“Shit, Benny. That was shit of me. I’m sorry.”

Ben does not back down because of Joe’s comment. In fact, he inches closer on the bed. Joe apologizes and reacts by finally taking off his jumper and undershirt. He is still attractive. Yes, there’s a mound at the center of his stomach and his hips look slightly fuller, but he’s still as hot and masculine as ever, in Ben’s view, that is. “Can you lay down for me, love?”

Joe nods, sliding down, his legs close together and bent, his cock still stiff, resting on his elevated stomach. 

Ben walks up, eventually hovering over Joe. The ginger doesn’t let him wait much longer. Instead of letting Ben soak in Joe’s beauty, Joe pulled him in for a deep kiss. 

They stayed like this until Ben’s clear reaction to this moment became obviously against Joe’s thigh. “Oh. Someone’s ready.” Joe chuckled lightly against Ben’s lips.

“I’m going to open you up first...yeah?” Joe nods but doesn’t move. 

“You might have to...umm..roll on over. Works out better that way. Good angle to make you feel good too.”

Joe was hesitant but complied at first, shifting until he was on all fours. Ben stretched his body over to grab the lube from the nightstand when Joe’s breathing began to hitch. “You all right, love?”

Ben was lathering his fingers up when Joe shakes his head feverishly, rolling back over. “I’m sorry I can’t.”

“Yes. Alright.” Joe was obviously shaken up, but he seemed obviously into it until this point. Ben stops what he is doing, thinking that, well, they got this far. Perhaps next time they will go all the way.

Joe groans, glancing down at Ben’s lubed up fingers. “Fuck...no. I mean. We can do this but...I don’t feel comfortable. In that position….right now.”

Ben listens, nodding as Joe agrees to roll back over and have a pillow under his back and bottom to prop him enough for Ben to open him up enough. 

And he does. Ben works slowly, taking in all shifts in his finger positioning that make Joe groan and hitch - make his breathing quicken and asking for more. 

It only takes two fingers for Joe to beg Ben to take him. Ben asked the ginger what position he would be most comfortable with. That wouldn’t set him off. Finally, Ben was able to convince Joe to have one leg up and the other around the curve of his back. 

Joe apologizes immensely for how quick it lasts. After all, it has been over six months and Joe tries afterwards that, when Ben was inside of him, that everything suddenly became electrified. That it did not feel anything like before. It was so much better. 

“I did not last much longer either, love. It’s alright.” Ben is panting, sweat on his chest and his dick wet with excess cum. He didn’t use a condom because he didn’t need to and that only made him and Joe feel even more electrified with pleasure.

“Oh, shit. I knew we’d wake her up.” Joe laughs, placing a hand on his stomach. 

Ben leans up and places a quick kiss on Joe’s stomach before coming over with a wet cloth and cleaning them both up. “How can you make this moment hot and cute at the same time?”

“I can’t. You are just describing yourself, love.” Bean beams.

“Oh shut up.”

“Sod off.”

“How the fuck do you know it’s not contractions, Joseph?” Ben groaned, leaning against the kitchen table in the middle of the night. Ben’s grunts and groans alerted the ginger as he went to the bathroom.

“Trust me, Benny....it will feel 10 time worse.”

“This is already shit.” Ben winces, trying to hide how much the pain is bothering him, especially in his lower back. 

“You take all those Lamaze classes...do what they told you and breath, in and out.” Joe says with a slight smirk on his lips. Ben sees this cheeky grin and shoots him over a middle finger.

“That’s no way to be to the father of our second child.”

“I’ll kick ya arse and cock so hard we won’t have a third, eh?”