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[webheadben]

Offering

What helps you when you're sad?

A blowjob helps ease the pain.

[webheadben]

"Some buns for your dog."

"Can I offer you a nice hot dog in this trying time, pookie?"

“I wish you would. That offer would never be declined.”

[webheadben]

Ben barely got started by the time he felt it.  The warm sensation pooling deep in his core, the twitches of Homelander’s cock and the beautiful devastation written all over the face below.  Each little noise was so perfect, so precious.  

He’s sure Homelander would roll his eyes if he knew that’s what he thought of him.

He leverages himself enough to keep his full weight off Homelander to avoid agitating his injuries.  The hands holding his squeeze and he returns the gesture, watching with bated breath as Homelander moaned and writhed through the waves of pleasure.

And it felt so fucking good, too.

Feeling him thrust up, the head of his cock nudging so deep.  It was nothing short of divine.

When the apologies start, Ben realizes it wasn’t even on purpose.

“Shh,��� he breathes, leaning down toward Homelander’s ear.  “S’okay, don’t worry.”   Homelander’s voice had been so shaky that Ben wasn’t quite sure if he should be comforting or reassuring him.

“F-Fuck, that was hot, though…” He says after some time. With a rock of his hips, he can tell Homelander is still hard.  He moves to peck soft kisses from his cheek to lips all while using his grip on Homelander’s hands to raise them up above his head.  “Lets me skip out on the lube for now,” Ben huffs a breathy laugh against Homelander’s lips.  “Y-You got another round in you?”

The bug accentuates the question with a roll of his hips.

“Mm, it's all up to you right now, p-pumpkin…”

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This was bad. Well, not bad, but it was bad. The more Ben spoke, the further he dug himself into a hole, the more obvious he made his... feelings.

"N-Not too big..." Ben murmured sheepishly, eyes darting to look before zipping back to the floor. "Or... maybe... j-just right..."

Oh, how his face burned. He's always behaved himself, always been respectful despite the thoughts that Homelander has constantly stirred in him. Why was that so hard now? Why was his body reacting to everything? Jolts of arousal to every fucking look Homelander gave him? Was he really such a prude that seeing the man naked was enough to short circuit his brain?

Ben nodded silently. Homelander always looks good. But right now? Even with the bruising, right now, he looks fucking divine. Laid back, naked on his bed...

Ben's eyes flickered back up when Homelander gave him permission to look. His heart began to hammer even louder as his eyes roamed up the length of Homelander's body, pausing for a moment to stare at his cock. Eyes on it as Homelander called him out on the truth.

He wanted to do far more than look. So much more. He nodded before he could stop himself. Now there'd be no hiding it.

Watching Homelander glide his hand over his chest was the straw that broke the camel's back. Without even really realizing it, Ben began to trail the backs of his fingers up Homelander's leg, beginning at his knee and inching up so slowly...

He felt himself throb and grit his teeth to steady himself.

He called me adorable... Said I could... Could touch him.

"A-As much as I... want?" Ben asked with wide, unsure eyes. It was like his body was moving all on it's own. He flipped his hand just as he came closer to Homelander's cock, sliding the palm over his upper thigh.

"Don't." What a silly offer that was. "You said I could look... and t-touch" Ben breathed. "Your suit takes that away..."

Ben's hand moved further and further until he was thumbing at the junction of Homelander's groin and thigh.

"A-Anywhere?" He asked timidly, eyes flickering away before landing right back on what he wanted most. Call him crazy, but Ben was sure he saw Homelander's cock starting to grow- starting to harden. It made his mouth water...

Ben shifted uncomfortably, legs squeezing together when he realized he was fucking wet.

Is this really happening?

[webheadben]

JJ got pretty lucky with this one. Could've at least captured my good side, man.

The Kiss

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oc: ben colyer (the boys-verse spider-man)

article written by @blindmagdalena's Ameson >:)

[webheadben]

Ben stifled a giggle, huffing an amused breath instead against Homelander’s cheek.

“You can tell me if you worry, yknow.”  He teases.  He’s practically past the point of embarrassment now considering he had Homelander knuckle deep and on the brink of coming.  “I mean, kind of in one of those situations where anything goes…”

When Homelander tells him he wants to finish inside, Ben grins.  He was hoping that would be the answer.

“I mean, I dunno if it’s obvious– probably,” he rolls away and whines a complaint when Homelander’s fingers slip free.  He kicks his pants to the floor and throws a leg over Homelander’s midsection, bracing his weight on his knees to spare his injuries the agitation.  “B-But I wouldn’t mind if you did…”

He draws Homelander’s wet digits up to his mouth and licks them.

“I might even think you like me a little, y’know?”  With burning hot cheeks, he sucks them into his mouth, tonguing them clean.  He popped each finger free and kissed Homelander’s knuckles.  “M-Might be nice.”

A shimmy backward and a peek down brings into sight Homelander’s weeping cock.  Ben angles himself just right to slide his soaked slit across the top, knocking his clit over the tip for a friction he just adored.  He leans forward and gives him one more kiss, tongue spreading his own taste through Homelander’s mouth.

With a shaky hand, he reaches back to grasp him and center the tip to his hole, hissing as it breached him– thick and hot.  He was soaked and Homelander had stretched him well, so the adjustment was quick as he leaned further back until finally– finally– he was fully inside.

“O-oh,” Ben gasped, feeling himself clench around the thickness.  He reaches down and grabs hold of Homelander's hands to ground himself. “S’good… Fuck…”

What a sight to behold, seeing him from such an angle.  One he’d only ever imagined.

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This was bad. Well, not bad, but it was bad. The more Ben spoke, the further he dug himself into a hole, the more obvious he made his... feelings.

"N-Not too big..." Ben murmured sheepishly, eyes darting to look before zipping back to the floor. "Or... maybe... j-just right..."

Oh, how his face burned. He's always behaved himself, always been respectful despite the thoughts that Homelander has constantly stirred in him. Why was that so hard now? Why was his body reacting to everything? Jolts of arousal to every fucking look Homelander gave him? Was he really such a prude that seeing the man naked was enough to short circuit his brain?

Ben nodded silently. Homelander always looks good. But right now? Even with the bruising, right now, he looks fucking divine. Laid back, naked on his bed...

Ben's eyes flickered back up when Homelander gave him permission to look. His heart began to hammer even louder as his eyes roamed up the length of Homelander's body, pausing for a moment to stare at his cock. Eyes on it as Homelander called him out on the truth.

He wanted to do far more than look. So much more. He nodded before he could stop himself. Now there'd be no hiding it.

Watching Homelander glide his hand over his chest was the straw that broke the camel's back. Without even really realizing it, Ben began to trail the backs of his fingers up Homelander's leg, beginning at his knee and inching up so slowly...

He felt himself throb and grit his teeth to steady himself.

He called me adorable... Said I could... Could touch him.

"A-As much as I... want?" Ben asked with wide, unsure eyes. It was like his body was moving all on it's own. He flipped his hand just as he came closer to Homelander's cock, sliding the palm over his upper thigh.

"Don't." What a silly offer that was. "You said I could look... and t-touch" Ben breathed. "Your suit takes that away..."

Ben's hand moved further and further until he was thumbing at the junction of Homelander's groin and thigh.

"A-Anywhere?" He asked timidly, eyes flickering away before landing right back on what he wanted most. Call him crazy, but Ben was sure he saw Homelander's cock starting to grow- starting to harden. It made his mouth water...

Ben shifted uncomfortably, legs squeezing together when he realized he was fucking wet.

Is this really happening?

[webheadben]

Who am I? Are you sure you wanna know?

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Spidersona: Ben Colyer (The Boys-verse Spider-Man, earth 8008135)

[webheadben]

Messiest New Year's Kiss Ever

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[webheadben]

"Oh?" Ben breathed a light laugh. "Worried about me?"

Every little moan and sigh from the man before him had Benjamin growing in confidence, even more so when Homelander finally began to touch him in return. He bit back on his own noises, huffing a shuddering breath against Homelander's cheek instead.

"That- that's good..." He gasped when those powerful fingers rubbed his clit slowly. He moved his hips to grind languidly against the contact, enjoying the sensation of even just the hand cupped against him.

Ben propped himself up on his elbow to better kiss Homelander, slow and lazily. He slowed his strokes, smoothing up and down Homelander's whole length, thumbing at the head occasionally.

Each panted breath through Homelander's nose that fanned against him let him know when to speed up and when to slow down.

"C'mon, pumpkin." Ben cooed, focusing now solely on gliding his thumb over the head of Homelander's cock. "L-Let go for me. Where d'you wanna finish?"

He kisses a line all the way to the shell of Homelander's ear. It's so much easier to be confident when he knows Homelander can't look at him with those gorgeous blue eyes.

"S-Some nice options, y'know... My hand," he gives a light squeeze to the base of Homelander's shaft. "My mouth." A lick to his cheek. Ben releases him briefly to help guide Homelander's fingers into his cunt, hissing softly. "Inside me..."

He was soaked. It wouldn't even be difficult at this rate to just straddle him and slip him inside- maybe a little lube for comfort, but really, it'd be that easy. At the rate they'd been going, he wondered if Homelander would be able to hold off. All those little noises- fuck, what if he was already close?

With his hand returning to lovingly pump Homelander's dripping cock, Ben presses a kiss to his temple.

"Y-You're gonna have to pick, pumpkin. Because I can't make up my mind w-with you knuckle deep- mmm, like that..."

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This was bad. Well, not bad, but it was bad. The more Ben spoke, the further he dug himself into a hole, the more obvious he made his... feelings.

"N-Not too big..." Ben murmured sheepishly, eyes darting to look before zipping back to the floor. "Or... maybe... j-just right..."

Oh, how his face burned. He's always behaved himself, always been respectful despite the thoughts that Homelander has constantly stirred in him. Why was that so hard now? Why was his body reacting to everything? Jolts of arousal to every fucking look Homelander gave him? Was he really such a prude that seeing the man naked was enough to short circuit his brain?

Ben nodded silently. Homelander always looks good. But right now? Even with the bruising, right now, he looks fucking divine. Laid back, naked on his bed...

Ben's eyes flickered back up when Homelander gave him permission to look. His heart began to hammer even louder as his eyes roamed up the length of Homelander's body, pausing for a moment to stare at his cock. Eyes on it as Homelander called him out on the truth.

He wanted to do far more than look. So much more. He nodded before he could stop himself. Now there'd be no hiding it.

Watching Homelander glide his hand over his chest was the straw that broke the camel's back. Without even really realizing it, Ben began to trail the backs of his fingers up Homelander's leg, beginning at his knee and inching up so slowly...

He felt himself throb and grit his teeth to steady himself.

He called me adorable... Said I could... Could touch him.

"A-As much as I... want?" Ben asked with wide, unsure eyes. It was like his body was moving all on it's own. He flipped his hand just as he came closer to Homelander's cock, sliding the palm over his upper thigh.

"Don't." What a silly offer that was. "You said I could look... and t-touch" Ben breathed. "Your suit takes that away..."

Ben's hand moved further and further until he was thumbing at the junction of Homelander's groin and thigh.

"A-Anywhere?" He asked timidly, eyes flickering away before landing right back on what he wanted most. Call him crazy, but Ben was sure he saw Homelander's cock starting to grow- starting to harden. It made his mouth water...

Ben shifted uncomfortably, legs squeezing together when he realized he was fucking wet.

Is this really happening?

[webheadben]

Blood and glitter Saint and sinner We do fall before we rise

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[webheadben]

Rudolph with the ass so tight, won't you ride my face tonight? 😏❤️

Heh.

Thought you’d never ask.

[webheadben]

"So you're relieved it's just toys I've used?" Ben asked, a cheeky grin on his flushed face. Though still nervous, he was beginning to get comfortable with the situation.

He thumbed lazily at the tip and nuzzled against Homelander's cheek. "W-Would that have made you a Jealous-Johnny the other way around? Sounds like it..."

He was pleased to hear that Homelander was alright. He still worries about agitating his injuries, but it was nice to know...

Nice to hear his not-so-little noises, feel his little twitches and reactions. He wondered when the last time was that anyone had touched Homelander like this. Ben himself had been riding solo for a while, but even he wasn't that sensitive.

An odd confidence brewed in his floaty head the more Homelander pleaded for him to continue. He almost wanted to tease- no, no... He really wanted to tease him. Or maybe even goad him a little.

He squeezed the base of Homelander's shaft with a light pressure. Ben doubts he could ever hurt him, but just in case...

"I u-used to play with 'em a lot," he breathed his admission into the shell of Homelander's ear. "Used to think a-about you a lot of the time, too..."

His face burned red hot, but he was almost certain the reaction would be worth it a thousand times over.

He stilled, releasing Homelander's cock to grasp his hand and guide him. The angle was a little odd, but he managed to press his palm flat to his clothed abdomen, dancing Homelander's touch over the waistband of his pants.

Ben nibbled on his lip as he guided Homelander's hand underneath, slowly down to his wetness. He let go as soon as a fingertip brushed his hardened clit and got right back to working his shaft, sighing a soft moan against his cheek that became a kiss to his lips in no time.

"F-Fuck..."

@hom3land3r

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This was bad. Well, not bad, but it was bad. The more Ben spoke, the further he dug himself into a hole, the more obvious he made his... feelings.

"N-Not too big..." Ben murmured sheepishly, eyes darting to look before zipping back to the floor. "Or... maybe... j-just right..."

Oh, how his face burned. He's always behaved himself, always been respectful despite the thoughts that Homelander has constantly stirred in him. Why was that so hard now? Why was his body reacting to everything? Jolts of arousal to every fucking look Homelander gave him? Was he really such a prude that seeing the man naked was enough to short circuit his brain?

Ben nodded silently. Homelander always looks good. But right now? Even with the bruising, right now, he looks fucking divine. Laid back, naked on his bed...

Ben's eyes flickered back up when Homelander gave him permission to look. His heart began to hammer even louder as his eyes roamed up the length of Homelander's body, pausing for a moment to stare at his cock. Eyes on it as Homelander called him out on the truth.

He wanted to do far more than look. So much more. He nodded before he could stop himself. Now there'd be no hiding it.

Watching Homelander glide his hand over his chest was the straw that broke the camel's back. Without even really realizing it, Ben began to trail the backs of his fingers up Homelander's leg, beginning at his knee and inching up so slowly...

He felt himself throb and grit his teeth to steady himself.

He called me adorable... Said I could... Could touch him.

"A-As much as I... want?" Ben asked with wide, unsure eyes. It was like his body was moving all on it's own. He flipped his hand just as he came closer to Homelander's cock, sliding the palm over his upper thigh.

"Don't." What a silly offer that was. "You said I could look... and t-touch" Ben breathed. "Your suit takes that away..."

Ben's hand moved further and further until he was thumbing at the junction of Homelander's groin and thigh.

"A-Anywhere?" He asked timidly, eyes flickering away before landing right back on what he wanted most. Call him crazy, but Ben was sure he saw Homelander's cock starting to grow- starting to harden. It made his mouth water...

Ben shifted uncomfortably, legs squeezing together when he realized he was fucking wet.

Is this really happening?

[webheadben]

The sounds.

Oh, god, the fucking sounds he made.

Watching him twitch, hearing every little moan and gasp- he was so fucking vocal about it. Every single bit of it was more motivation, helping to circumvent his nervousness.

Especially when he came up off his cock. He stroked Homelander's shaft slowly, feeling his cheeks go red as he pecked kisses up his length.

"Well I've, y'know..." He giggled nervously, fairly embarrassed at what he was about to admit. "I've practiced on my toys... T-Thinking of you..."

But when the mention of teeth came along... That was something Ben had never tried before. So he gave it a whirl. Popped the head into his mouth, grazed his teeth softly over the length of him as he took Homelander's cock part way. He glided back and forth, repeating the same motion and sucking off of the tip with a pop. He did this a few times, taking him deeper and deeper on each pass. There was something about having Homelander down his throat that just drove the bug absolutely fucking wild. Made him want more. Made him wonder what it'd be like if that hand on his head held him there until he had to tap out for air.

Ben gazed up, watching Homelander's chest rise and fall with heavy breaths. His eyes roamed over all of him, over every inch of flesh, over that pretty face.

That whole body that he was given permission to touch.

He crawled up the length of Homelander's body slowly, stopping occasionally to slide his hand over parts of him. He was careful not to rest his weight on Homelander for fear of agitating his injuries, settling instead on his side right next to him.

Ben dragged his tongue over a nipple, stopping briefly to flick his wet muscle over it, sucking off after a good minute of teasing.

He kissed up into the crook of Homelander's neck. It struck him as a little funny that he'd sucked the man's dick before even kissing him properly, but that was easily rectified. He pecked slowly over Homelander's neck, enjoying the occasional shiver as he made his way up.

His hand left Homelander's cock to meet his cheek, directing him into a kiss. It was soft. Tender, even. Breaths mingling, occasional moans reverberating against one another. Ben's fingers danced at the nape of Homelander's neck, scratching soothingly as he deepened the kiss, letting off only when his jaw began to tire.

His hand fell back to Homelander's cock, stroking slowly as he dared make eye contact with him.

"Is this- are you okay?"

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This was bad. Well, not bad, but it was bad. The more Ben spoke, the further he dug himself into a hole, the more obvious he made his... feelings.

"N-Not too big..." Ben murmured sheepishly, eyes darting to look before zipping back to the floor. "Or... maybe... j-just right..."

Oh, how his face burned. He's always behaved himself, always been respectful despite the thoughts that Homelander has constantly stirred in him. Why was that so hard now? Why was his body reacting to everything? Jolts of arousal to every fucking look Homelander gave him? Was he really such a prude that seeing the man naked was enough to short circuit his brain?

Ben nodded silently. Homelander always looks good. But right now? Even with the bruising, right now, he looks fucking divine. Laid back, naked on his bed...

Ben's eyes flickered back up when Homelander gave him permission to look. His heart began to hammer even louder as his eyes roamed up the length of Homelander's body, pausing for a moment to stare at his cock. Eyes on it as Homelander called him out on the truth.

He wanted to do far more than look. So much more. He nodded before he could stop himself. Now there'd be no hiding it.

Watching Homelander glide his hand over his chest was the straw that broke the camel's back. Without even really realizing it, Ben began to trail the backs of his fingers up Homelander's leg, beginning at his knee and inching up so slowly...

He felt himself throb and grit his teeth to steady himself.

He called me adorable... Said I could... Could touch him.

"A-As much as I... want?" Ben asked with wide, unsure eyes. It was like his body was moving all on it's own. He flipped his hand just as he came closer to Homelander's cock, sliding the palm over his upper thigh.

"Don't." What a silly offer that was. "You said I could look... and t-touch" Ben breathed. "Your suit takes that away..."

Ben's hand moved further and further until he was thumbing at the junction of Homelander's groin and thigh.

"A-Anywhere?" He asked timidly, eyes flickering away before landing right back on what he wanted most. Call him crazy, but Ben was sure he saw Homelander's cock starting to grow- starting to harden. It made his mouth water...

Ben shifted uncomfortably, legs squeezing together when he realized he was fucking wet.

Is this really happening?

[webheadben]

"I..." Ben paused. "Maybe."

God, the way Homelander was looking at him... He watched Homelander rub his hand over his chest some more and... fuck...

He grazed over that 'ticklish' spot again, watching Homelander's cock twitch in response. He was hardening.

He was getting fucking hard.

And if the sight didn't confirm it, Homelander's admission certainly did. He could hardly fucking believe his ears.

So, he was allowed to touch anywhere...

Ben let out a breathless chuckle.

"You're not putting that suit back on." Was all he said before sliding the tip of his middle finger down the topside of Homelander's cock, all the way to the head. He grazed over the slit before retracing the same path, thumb hooking under his shaft to grasp him properly.

He was thick- heavy too. Skin warm and soft, growing harder by the second.

"Yeah... Definitely just right," Ben breathed, stroking slow and soft, mesmerized by the way Homelander's foreskin followed each motion. He grazed the pad of his thumb over the frenulum, watching with wide eyes at every little reaction Homelander gave.

Up and down, subtle twists of the wrist, a quick second to spit in his hand for better lubrication- all of it feeding the infinite amount of fantasies he's had about this man.

Ben squirmed just a bit, feeling more wetness pool in his underwear. He wanted to see how far this could go, how far Homelander was willing- or, perhaps able to go, given his condition.

Fuck it. He was in this deep already, might as well check off all the boxes he possibly can.

He leaned forward, staring up at Homelander with big brown doe eyes as he came closer and closer, tongue jutting out to lave over the tip.

He tastes fucking divine.

He couldn't stop the moan that escaped as he took him halfway, shifting onto the bed to kneel on all fours, taking more of him, more and more, fighting his gag reflex all the way to the end. Ben nuzzled his nose against the tufts of hair at the base, relishing the girth filling his throat until he choked off, a thick string of saliva still connecting his lips to Homelander's cock.

"You're right." Ben gasped, going back to lick at the head. "This okay?"

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This was bad. Well, not bad, but it was bad. The more Ben spoke, the further he dug himself into a hole, the more obvious he made his... feelings.

"N-Not too big..." Ben murmured sheepishly, eyes darting to look before zipping back to the floor. "Or... maybe... j-just right..."

Oh, how his face burned. He's always behaved himself, always been respectful despite the thoughts that Homelander has constantly stirred in him. Why was that so hard now? Why was his body reacting to everything? Jolts of arousal to every fucking look Homelander gave him? Was he really such a prude that seeing the man naked was enough to short circuit his brain?

Ben nodded silently. Homelander always looks good. But right now? Even with the bruising, right now, he looks fucking divine. Laid back, naked on his bed...

Ben's eyes flickered back up when Homelander gave him permission to look. His heart began to hammer even louder as his eyes roamed up the length of Homelander's body, pausing for a moment to stare at his cock. Eyes on it as Homelander called him out on the truth.

He wanted to do far more than look. So much more. He nodded before he could stop himself. Now there'd be no hiding it.

Watching Homelander glide his hand over his chest was the straw that broke the camel's back. Without even really realizing it, Ben began to trail the backs of his fingers up Homelander's leg, beginning at his knee and inching up so slowly...

He felt himself throb and grit his teeth to steady himself.

He called me adorable... Said I could... Could touch him.

"A-As much as I... want?" Ben asked with wide, unsure eyes. It was like his body was moving all on it's own. He flipped his hand just as he came closer to Homelander's cock, sliding the palm over his upper thigh.

"Don't." What a silly offer that was. "You said I could look... and t-touch" Ben breathed. "Your suit takes that away..."

Ben's hand moved further and further until he was thumbing at the junction of Homelander's groin and thigh.

"A-Anywhere?" He asked timidly, eyes flickering away before landing right back on what he wanted most. Call him crazy, but Ben was sure he saw Homelander's cock starting to grow- starting to harden. It made his mouth water...

Ben shifted uncomfortably, legs squeezing together when he realized he was fucking wet.

Is this really happening?

[webheadben]

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This was bad. Well, not bad, but it was bad. The more Ben spoke, the further he dug himself into a hole, the more obvious he made his... feelings.

"N-Not too big..." Ben murmured sheepishly, eyes darting to look before zipping back to the floor. "Or... maybe... j-just right..."

Oh, how his face burned. He's always behaved himself, always been respectful despite the thoughts that Homelander has constantly stirred in him. Why was that so hard now? Why was his body reacting to everything? Jolts of arousal to every fucking look Homelander gave him? Was he really such a prude that seeing the man naked was enough to short circuit his brain?

Ben nodded silently. Homelander always looks good. But right now? Even with the bruising, right now, he looks fucking divine. Laid back, naked on his bed...

Ben's eyes flickered back up when Homelander gave him permission to look. His heart began to hammer even louder as his eyes roamed up the length of Homelander's body, pausing for a moment to stare at his cock. Eyes on it as Homelander called him out on the truth.

He wanted to do far more than look. So much more. He nodded before he could stop himself. Now there'd be no hiding it.

Watching Homelander glide his hand over his chest was the straw that broke the camel's back. Without even really realizing it, Ben began to trail the backs of his fingers up Homelander's leg, beginning at his knee and inching up so slowly...

He felt himself throb and grit his teeth to steady himself.

He called me adorable... Said I could... Could touch him.

"A-As much as I... want?" Ben asked with wide, unsure eyes. It was like his body was moving all on it's own. He flipped his hand just as he came closer to Homelander's cock, sliding the palm over his upper thigh.

"Don't." What a silly offer that was. "You said I could look... and t-touch" Ben breathed. "Your suit takes that away..."

Ben's hand moved further and further until he was thumbing at the junction of Homelander's groin and thigh.

"A-Anywhere?" He asked timidly, eyes flickering away before landing right back on what he wanted most. Call him crazy, but Ben was sure he saw Homelander's cock starting to grow- starting to harden. It made his mouth water...

Ben shifted uncomfortably, legs squeezing together when he realized he was fucking wet.

Is this really happening?

[webheadben]

If I need popped? Oh, god... Is he- no- maybe..?

"I- Y-You should pop me sometime," Ben stammered. Oh god, did Homelander mean it literally or was that a flirt earlier? "My back gets sore from swinging and... Yeah."

As he pulled Homelander's pants off entirely, he caught that emphasis.

"Y-You're welcome." He mumbled, running a hand down his face to quell the embarrassment surely tinting his cheeks. "I can't tell if you're talking about the situation or..."

Ben gave an anxious giggle.

"Cuz it's kind of a big deal. Not, like, the situation- I mean the- I mean you! But not in a bad way- You're not- wait, fuck, that's not-"

Not what I meant!

God, then he just had to say that. He just fucking had to.

No hiding the nervous grin, no hiding the nerves or the tinted cheeks or any of it. He might as well just-

"Y-Yeah, I mean..." As much as he wants to look again, he's scared that his soul will fly clean out of his body if he does. "It's uh... It's a nice sight, y'know?"

“I think…I need a…lie down…for a…while.”

He says as he immediately collapses.

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"I'm not- You-" Ben pretended to rub an itch from his nose to hide a smile. "That's you, not me. Silly."

"I could uh... possibly convinced to make a switch." Ben blushed a deep red. Little did he know, a pair of those did exist. "I mean, like, buy some- not that I already have 'em already or anything like that."

One look at Homelander's grin and he knew he'd been had.

"Okay, I have a pair!"

The quirked eyebrow called him out so hard.

"...it's was a three pack, okay?"

Flustered didn't even begin to cover it when Homelander all but outwardly told him that sleeping beside him was fine. Not that Ben hadn't fallen asleep on cold rooftops far worse, but couches sucked for sleeping and he wasn't about to pretend he didn't prefer the bed.

"You're not a burden, and I'm definitely not kicking you to the couch," he blurted. "You can barely stand to move as is. If you think you're sore now, sleep a night on my couch. You'll need someone to pop you like a glowstick to feel any better. Plus, I got all the cozy blankets in here," he started rambling, like he always does when he's flustered. "It's like the perfect ratio of warm and breathable, couple smaller ones for layering. Turn the fan on and-"

Aaand he was being smirked at.

"I guess... uh..."

C'mon, Ben. Act like... literally anything other than a moron.

"W-We can get you comfortable first. Go from there, y'know?"

He shifted down to pull Homelander free of his boots. He cringed at the sight of blood splatters, but pulled them away nonetheless.

Ben avoided eye contact when he came back up to undo the zipper on Homelander's pants. In all the times he'd imagined this, it certainly was always pictured under... very different circumstances.

"Down we uh... Down we go." He said before grasping the waistband of both pants and underwear, pulling gently.

Don't look, don't look, don't fucking-

"S-Sorry," Ben squeaked.

“I think…I need a…lie down…for a…while.”

He says as he immediately collapses.

[webheadben]

"Mister large and in charge, I see"

What are you waiting for?