#your prompts always scratch the part of my brain these two occupy so well oml

[hendolish]

Girlie that last benaaron fic got me like👀👀. Maybe another one but with car sex. And Aaron's like we can wait but Ben literally cannot and he practically jumps Aaron in the car. I'm such a sucker for desperate Ben you don't understand 😫😫

ben white/aaron ramsdale | desperate ♡ (smut)

The night air is crisp as Ben and Aaron step out of the dimly lit restaurant, their laughter lingering like a sweet echo. Ben's hand grazes Aaron's back, relishing the feeling of the smooth fabric of his suit under his fingertips.

Wine and a shared dinner have left him in high spirits, his usually reserved self giving way to a more playful, touchy-feely Ben that seldom makes an appearance. But Aaron loves it when he does.

They stroll down the quiet street, the glow of streetlamps casting a gentle, romantic sheen on the surroundings. Ben can't resist himself; he's drawn to Aaron like a moth to a flame. He slips his arm around Aaron's waist and pulls him closer, trailing a line of soft kisses along his jaw.

"You look well fit in that suit." Ben murmurs, his lips brushing against Aaron's earlobe.

Aaron chuckles, a deep, melodic sound that warms Ben's heart. "Flattery will get you everywhere."

Emboldened, Ben stops in his tracks, his fingers slipping beneath the collar of Aaron's shirt, caressing the nape of his neck. Their lips meet in a fervent kiss, a tangle of desire and affection.

It takes a while for them to reach Aaron's car, and Ben reluctantly breaks the kiss. The passion in his eyes is undeniable, a smouldering hunger that speaks volumes. He wants Aaron, and he wants him now.

Inside the car, they share a stolen moment, the privacy of the vehicle a haven for their desires. Ben’s kisses become deeper, more passionate, his hands exploring every inch of Aaron's body. It's impossible to deny the heat between them, and Aaron smiles against Ben’s lips.

"We should wait," Aaron murmurs, a hint of playfulness in his voice. He means they should hold off until they get home, but Ben is having none of it.

Ben shakes his head, his gaze intense. He crashes his lips against Aaron's, a fiery hunger igniting within him. He knows what he wants, and he's not one to wait; Aaron always gives him what he desires.

Aaron soon finds himself breathless, pushed back in the driver's seat as Ben climbs into his lap. Inebriated, it's not the most precise of manoeuvres and Ben curses under his breath as he knocks his knee against the gearstick.

"Not funny." He breathes out against Aaron's cheek as the blond can't help the laughter that bubbles out of him. Aaron takes Ben firmly into the circle of his arms in apology, grinding upwards to capture the shaky breath that falls from Ben's lips.

Their hands fumble, the urgency palpable as fabric rustles and belts unbuckle and soon Ben feels the gratifying touch of skin on skin, Aaron's heat pressed against his own.

"Please." The word rips itself from Ben's lungs as Aaron closes a hand around his cock, stroking it far too slowly. The smug look on the blond's face tells Ben he knows exactly what he’s doing and if he didn't look so fucking attractive right now in his suit jacket and tie, Ben would be having words with him.

Instead, he says it again, this time more desperate than the first, the need for Aaron to do something, anything, burning through his veins.

"Want me inside you?" Aaron checks with him eventually after Ben adds a few pleading kisses to the mix. Ben nods half-coherently as he presses his cheek against Aaron's, breathing heavily, "You still stretched enough?"

To have Aaron push into him with no prep, he means. Ben shakes his head, "Don't care." He probably is, but he would've wanted this either way.

Despite his own reckless attitude, Aaron still pushes inside of him slowly, gripping on tightly to Ben's hips so that he won't fall and take too much too soon. Ben grits his teeth as he takes each inch, the stretch burning in the best way, but he still manages to take all of Aaron's cock and can't help but feel pleased, grinning as he pulls Aaron into a kiss, the blond gazing up at him, mesmerised.

"Fuck."

Ben curses as Aaron begins to move, thrusting upwards into him at an unrelenting pace, the earlier fire burning between them rekindled. Aaron's large hands dig into the flesh of Ben's arse as they move together, the blond dictating their moves as Ben gasps and moans against his ear, kissing and licking at the shell.

And Ben can't take it as Aaron brushes up against his prostate, his entire body quivering with pleasure as he slumps forward against the taller man, relinquishing every last inch of control as he squeezes his eyes shut and loses himself to the pleasure of his climax washing over him.

He spills over his own stomach and shirt that remains hanging from his shoulders, half-unbuttoned. He probably ruins Aaron's too but he doesn't think the other will much mind at this moment in time as he continues to thrust inside of him, chasing his own release.

"Love you."

Ben tells him sincerely as he leans back slightly in Aaron's arms to hold his gaze, and that's the moment that Aaron finally falls over the edge, breathing heavily as he sinks Ben deeply onto his cock and spills inside of him.

And Aaron whispers it back to him a million times over between tiny little kisses pressed to every inch of Ben's skin until delivering one final lingering kiss to his lips that feels more intimate than anything that's ever been said between them.

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