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What if Carter can't get over Lucy's death after rehab.
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@satanicfranic I heard you wanted more bentoncarter content :)
Tag - Explicit sex, bentoncarter, bentons whipped but he won't admit it, but Carter knows
Benton is thrusting hard and deep into Carter. He has the younger man pinned to the bed, his knees pulled up to his chest as Benton stands on the edge of the bed pounding into him. Carter's hole is wet and greedy and sucks tight around his throbbing cock. Carter's hair is wild, clinging to the sweat on his forehead or sticking up above his head. His eyes are wide and they zip around looking at Benton's chest and the thick hair that covers it, or lower down where he can see his own hardened, leaking cock bounce with Bentons motions on his belly. Or all the way up and hold heated eye contact with the other man. Benton thinks he look gorgeous like this, completely undone and ruined. It's perfect. Well almost perfect, except for...
Carter's shouts a ridiculously loud, Benton worries for what his neighbours can hear from the otherside of his thin apartment wall.
"You seriously need to shut up Carter." Benton warns through gritted teeth, the tension growing inside him with each heavy thrust.
"I'm s'sorry. S'sorry but I can't. Too good." Carter babbles out, his eyes going hazy as he struggles focus.
Benton leans closer to Carter, now supporting himself on his elbows and talks quieter but more sternly to Carter.
"Shut the hell up or I'm getting a gag."
Those were the wrong choice of words. And instead of getting Carter to quieten up, the words made his whole body tense with arousal. He clenches his hole tight around Benton which causes him to barrel forwards with a surge of pleasure.
"Oh God! Oh God! I'm sorry." Carter shouts out even louder and his own orgasm creeps near.
Benton settels himself in the new position on top of Carter. He's fully leant over the man and their bellies touch, with Carter's throbbing cock sandwiched between them. Benton can't move, not yet. His embarrassingly close to his own orgasm and to releasing before Carter. He can't let that happen.
"Don't stop. Don't stop." Carter whines, wiggling his hips to search for some sensation.
Benton can't tell if he's that unbelievably sensitive or he was just never told to be quieter as a child. Because even as Carter ruts pathetically, drawing out only small movements to rub himself with Bentons still cock, he still calls out widly.
"Oh fuck. Dr Benton. Fuck I'm so close. Please." He begs.
"Jesus don't call me that." Benton was already to afraid that even seeing the man again at work would have an unwelcomed reaction. But if he started calling him his honorific in bed, he doesn't know how he'd react at work.
"I'm sorry. But please. I need it."
Benton feels he's recovered enough of his senses to continue. Slowly he beings his thrusts again. Gliding in and out of his tight hole and letting his belly squash Carter's hardened dick between then.
"Aghh! Yes." Carter's moans, still unable to stop himself. "Yes Dr- Yes Benton."
"Seriously. Call me Peter when I'm fucking you."
"Oka-- aaah! Ah!"
Carter tilts his hips up as his orgasm gets closer and closer.
"Ahh! Oh! Agh!"
Bentons given up trying to get him to shut up, he lets his voice travel around his room and accepts the future looks he might get from his neighbours. Each thrust from Benton pushes out another moan from him. He feels rewarded with each thrust when he gets to hear his voice right in his ear. The sound tightens the knot in his own abdomen.
"Yes! Oh yes!"
Carter cries out endlessly with his orgasm. His releasing seeming to last longer when each wave of pleasure is followed by another moan.
"Fuck. Dr Bento- I mean. Sorry."
Benton can't hold on any longer, his cums only moments after the other man. He thrust hard into Carter's spent hole. His body quivering underneath him, from the overstimulation. The knot in his abdomen suddenly unravels and he goes stiff as the orgams rips through him.
Taking a few deep breaths, Benton holds himself just above Carter and let's himself grow soft inside him. Once their both relaxed enough, he slowly slips out. Not without another gaspy moan from Carter. Benton slips off the condom and throws it in the bin before returning his gaze to the younger man.
He has a shit eating grin plastered across his face and looks back up at Benton with wide eyes, filled with too much adoration.
"What?"
Carter tilts his head in response, his soft hair following his movements and spilling to one side. Benton hates to admit how pretty he looks in this moments. He tries to look away but is only met with his milky skin flushed red with blush and a great splattering of cum all up it.
"I'll get us cleaned up." Benton grumbles and turns to walk off.
"Not so fast." Carter proclaims.
Using his long legs he wraps them around Benton's waist and pulls him closer. His legs are surprisingly strong and Benton is trapped with in them. Or maybe he's just not putting up that much of a fight.
"I want a kiss."
"Oh do you now? I suppose you also want to clean each other in the shower before cuddling in bed." Benton scoffs.
"Maybe. I'll see how I feel."
Carter gives him nudge with his legs, still wrapped around his waist. Benton only rolls his eyes.
"You don't get to cum in me to the sounds of my moans and then not kiss me after."
"That's not- I didn't even- I-" Benton stammers.
Carter only gives him a pointed look and tugs him again with his legs. Benton grumbles something incoherent but he still leans over Carter until he's hovering over his face. The moment Benton his close enough, Carter snatches his face and pulls him into a kiss. Benton feels himself melt into the man under him as their lips touch. Carter's lips wrap around Bentons bottom lips and he sucks gently at it. Unsurprisingly, a muffled moan is drawn out of Carter.
It's Carter that pulls away from the kiss. He admires the blush creeping across the other man's face, and his wide pupils. Benton remains still as Carter looks at him. Looking at the man that insists this is only a small thing. Not the earth shaking, enormous crush that leaves Benton pliable like putty in Carter's hands, that is clearly is.
Please may I request more Peter Benton the Benton girlies are starving!!!
you know he’s having a hard day without him needing to say anything. the drops of blood on his scrubs tell you that he’s just lost a patient, from the way he’s barely had time to change and he’s scribbling on a clipboard. death paperwork, you think to yourself as you approach him.
“hi,” you say softly, and you see benton’s shoulders drop slightly at the sound of your voice, the tension in his body depleting in a second. “how’s your day going?”
“not good,” he swallows, looking over at you with tired eyes. “it’s been a day.”
“i can tell, honey.” you rub a soothing hand on his back and peter has to fight the tears threatening to pool in his eyes.
“i can’t talk about it.” he tells you, practically begging for you not to unravel him.
“you don’t have to,” you shake your head, taking the pen from his hand. “this can wait. come on, let’s go get a cup of coffee. you look like you could use one.”
in that moment, peter benton is certain he’s never been more in love with anyone in his life.
