That did it; you viciously pulled his mouth to yours again and pressed a hand to the back of his neck. You felt his hands go to the base of your neck and tip your head back for him to kiss your mouth easier. You ran one hand under his shirt and stroked his abs. You moaned and moved your hand south, past the waist band of his running trousers. Ben gasped and backed you up until your back was pressed against the wall beside the bed. Ben ran his hands down and rolled your shirt over your head. You helped Ben toss your shirt aside and ran your hands through his hair again. You had to be honest, you much preferred Ben’s “Khan” hair to his “Sherlock” hair; he promised to continue to cut it between filming for the BBC show. Ben picked you up so that you wrapped your legs around his waist and he could push his member into you.
“Ben!” you gasped. You clawed at his shirt until he put you down so he could remove the rest of your clothes. The two of you finally tumbled onto the bed; you straddling his hips. Ben ran his hands up your thighs to your hips, raised your off him slightly and slid into you. You tossed your head back and let a single moan escape your lips as he sheathed himself. You buried your face in the spot between his shoulder and neck, lightly sucking at the skin to mark him as your own. Ben guided your hips to ride him, causing you to pull your lips away from his neck to take a few short gasps. Benedict turned so that he’d be on top and pinned your hands above your head. He pushed into you, slowly, again. Your knuckles turned white with how tightly you were gripping the head board. Ben brought his lips back down to yours as he pulled out then pushed in over and over. You held him flush to you as he continued to go deeper.
“Ben, that feels amazing.” You sighed.
Benedict chuckled his Sherlock-we-are-in-Buckingam-palace chuckle, causing another sigh to slip through your lips. Ben slipped his hand between the two of them and pushed them into you. “Is that your hand!” You tightened around him even more. He slipped two fingers in, adding to the already blinding pleasure his member was bringing you. “You’re too good to me!” You bucked your hips to meet his and make his fingers brush your special spot.
“I love you.” He breathed. You came long and hard, Ben following close behind.