Yeah. Nacho knew. They were both plenty aware of that. It hardly changed anything. Though, really, Bennett wouldn't be doing this if the other was some kind of naive, innocent flower. There was no sport in that. Nacho could push him away at any time, if he wanted to. And he clearly didn't want to. His skin was hot. So Ben simply smiled and shrugged.
His carnal instincts jolted further awake when Nacho wrapped his legs around him. Ben pressed forward, flush against his sheep to an uncomfortable degree, no longer giving much room for escaping the situation. He gave open mouthed, dirty feeling kisses, matching aggression and intensity easily.
At first he was content with getting both hands under Nacho's shirt, feeling him up, explorative, briefly dipping down to taste and mark his neck. Ben ground their hips together and huffed. He didn't fucking care if they were in public, this wasn't stimulating him as much as it could.
He kissed along freckles at the edge of Nacho's jaw, appreciative, and let one of his hands drift down to undo the man's pants without much bravado. He touched him indulgently, and nuzzled, sucking a bit at his ear, breath very warm.
Ben had always liked sex. When he'd been younger, it was a real treat, something you had to find every way to savor, even when it was often short and awkward. Skin to skin contact and touching was heavenly, simply being with another person and making them feel pleasure and vice versa. In a world where everything was cold and untrustworthy, that kind of warmth and physical connection was… well, Ben couldn't find it elsewhere.
Anyway. Ben had grown up around boys with time to waste, as well as being one himself, and had a shameless preference towards men now. He'd learned how to treat them just right. Enjoying it this much himself definitely helped. He'd pushed Nacho around a lot, so as an apology (or, the closest he could come to one), he'd give him a damn good handjob to start them off. Ah, fuck, he was really attracted. Maybe he did just want to be all over Aries' dick, despite all his jabs. Sue him.
He smiled against Nacho's cheek while giving more nuzzles, and said, in a moment of impulse and weakness, "You're my favorite zodiac."
His carnal instincts jolted further awake when Nacho wrapped his legs around him. Ben pressed forward, flush against his sheep to an uncomfortable degree, no longer giving much room for escaping the situation. He gave open mouthed, dirty feeling kisses, matching aggression and intensity easily.
At first he was content with getting both hands under Nacho's shirt, feeling him up, explorative, briefly dipping down to taste and mark his neck. Ben ground their hips together and huffed. He didn't fucking care if they were in public, this wasn't stimulating him as much as it could.
He kissed along freckles at the edge of Nacho's jaw, appreciative, and let one of his hands drift down to undo the man's pants without much bravado. He touched him indulgently, and nuzzled, sucking a bit at his ear, breath very warm.
Ben had always liked sex. When he'd been younger, it was a real treat, something you had to find every way to savor, even when it was often short and awkward. Skin to skin contact and touching was heavenly, simply being with another person and making them feel pleasure and vice versa. In a world where everything was cold and untrustworthy, that kind of warmth and physical connection was… well, Ben couldn't find it elsewhere.
Anyway. Ben had grown up around boys with time to waste, as well as being one himself, and had a shameless preference towards men now. He'd learned how to treat them just right. Enjoying it this much himself definitely helped. He'd pushed Nacho around a lot, so as an apology (or, the closest he could come to one), he'd give him a damn good handjob to start them off. Ah, fuck, he was really attracted. Maybe he did just want to be all over Aries' dick, despite all his jabs. Sue him.
He smiled against Nacho's cheek while giving more nuzzles, and said, in a moment of impulse and weakness, "You're my favorite zodiac."