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There were a handful of things Benji had no idea Ethan Matthew Hunt did in bed until he was in the act.
Number one: he didn't like to be on top. Which almost made Benji jump for joy, but that's not the point.
Number two: he couldn't stay still. Some part of him had to be moving or he'd get bored and go to sleep - which wasn't bad, and it still meant Benji could hold him and relish in the fact that they were alive amidst everything.
Number three - he moaned. And whined. And begged, sometimes. It drove Benji up the goddamn wall, because it seemed like nothing but a makeout session could get him off the way Ethan acted.
"Mmm. Ethan?" Benji leaned a bit off of the shorter man.
Ethan's eyes slowly blinked open, his lips still slightly parted and red. "Yeah?"
Benji took a moment to admire the man underneath him. Strong arms, perfect chest and pecs, beautiful eyes... that was the type of man they used to scuplt in ancient Greece.
"Are you doing that on purpose?"
"Doing what, Benj?"
"You know what I'm talking about, fool."
"No-o."
He huffed - Ethan had to be pulling his leg. Benji gently took his jaw in his hand and turned his head back up, towards him before leaning down and slowly kissing him. He placed a hand on his pecs and traced the outlines of his muscles.
As soon as Benji started moving his hands, Ethan let out a little whine and squirmed as he kept the other man's lips locked onto his. All in all, he was moaning right into his mouth.
Benji begrudgingly pulled away. "That, Ethan."
"Come on, just kiss me already..." Ethan rolled his eyes, gripping the neck of his shirt to yank him back down.
What else could he do? Benji obliged.