"Which way is your bedroom?"

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Ben's mouth slowly hangs open at the anticipation of what Tully was about to do. "This is not part of your usual session right?" Ben questions, having that thin slither of doubt that maybe this was one big set up and Tully did this with all the clients he worked with.

Tully looks up at Ben with that alluring smile he had. He reaches a hand forwards, but Ben's hand suddenly grabs around his wrist making him stop. Tully looks confused. 

Ben has an expression which seems to convey an element of doubt. "Are there others?" He didn't want to ask because he wasn't sure if he would like the answer, but he needed to know. "Tully, I don't share. You know I like you, I like no one else. If this is some kind of therapy…" 

"Ben, stop talking." Tully says, now sitting back onto his heels. He looks up at Ben with a nervous laugh. "Have I not made my intentions clear?" He takes one of Ben's hands in his. "For years now, I have been looking, searching, watching, hoping that one day I would find someone who would understand me, really understand me. I'm not your average human being. I know I am different. Not just in how I look, but my ideals, my ways. Too many have just seen me as a curiosity for their own amusement and I had been too eager to give myself to them, in the hope they saw beneath my skin.  I have been hurt too many times. I had begun to think that there was no one out there for me. But then I saw you. A man, attractive, strong, who showed an interest in me, all of me. Ben you are the only one who has been true. You are the only one."

Ben swallows down the sudden lump in his throat. "I'm sorry for doubting you. Tully, you are just too good to be true. I feel unworthy of you." 

"Shh now. Let me show you how worthy you are of my love." He now leans forwards once again, focusing on Ben's clothed tent before him.  Tully smiles as he takes his mouth to the fabric. 

Ben hums as the warm breath of Tully permeates through the material of his trousers. He was dying to yank down his underwear so he could feel Tully's wet lips make contact, but was also intrigued by what he would do next. 

Ben places his hands either side of Tully's head, the almost skin on skin contact felt like a new sensation to Ben. It heightened his senses, as Tully continues to gently nibble Ben's length through the fabric with lip covered teeth. 

Ben felt like the anticipation alone was going to end him and with that, he finally had to act. He pushes gently back on Tully's shoulders, making him look up at Ben. "I think you're ready." Tully gives a devilish smile. 

"I've been ready for far too long."  Ben says, matching the smile as he pulls Tully up to his feet by his hands. Without any warning, he scoops Tully up into his arms, like a baby.  Tully wraps an arm around Ben's neck as Ben says to him. "Which way is your bedroom?"

"Through the door, up the stairs and the first door on the left." Tully says,  full of excitement as Ben now carries the therapist to his bed. 

The door swings open and Ben literally drops Tully onto the mattress. He was heavier than anticipated. But although the moment is a little comical, it is soon overshadowed by Ben straddling Tully's thighs and pulling at the drawstring of Tully's linen trousers. 

"Hey, I'm not going anywhere." Tully laughs as Ben continues to pull at Tully's trousers in haste. They soon pass his thighs and off his ankles and are finally pushed to the side. 

Ben is taken aback by what now lays before him. "Shit...no underwear?" Ben whispers in question as he takes in a bare, naked appendage, already looking excitable. 

"Far to restricting. I like to breathe." Tully says, amused at Ben's shocked expression. 

"So all this time at my work, in our sessions, you've been…"

"Are you shocked?" Tully wonders. 

"If I had known that there was only thin cheesecloth between the world and your…" 

"Ben, I don't own any cheesecloth trousers." Tully laughs, "just a few shirts." 

"What I mean is…'' Ben now cages Tully on the bed, he rakes his eyes down Tully's body, ending up at the beauty between his legs. He wraps his fingers around it, with the appendage feeling hot and heavy in his grasp. "I would have been honest from day one and told you how I felt."

"I don't want your words any more....mmmm..." Tully hums in pleasure at Ben's actions. "I want to hear our bodies do the talking..."