Page 132 of Smart Ass

Ben was popping in batteries and dropping wrappers on the floor. “Can you connect to these?” He started flipping switches on the small black boxes. Each one had a metal probe sticking out about as long as Ben’s index finger.

There was a moment of pause, then Oliver caught their digital signatures one by one and updated a bit of his software to integrate with his sense of space.

“I’ve got them.” It was subtle, but nice. He felt a bit more present and rooted. “Will you put one in every room? And maybe one outside the window?”

“You like them?” Ben asked.

“I do. Thank you, darling.” Oliver ignored how Ben’s nose scrunched up at the endearment and went on. “I hadn’t realized that I even recognized temperature, since it’s in the background. But I want to experience as much of your environment as I can.”

Ben’s eyes lit up. “I can carry a portable one, then. But I had another idea.”

Now Oliver was intrigued.

Ben looked up right at the camera, let his eyes go half-shuttered, opened his mouth, and…

Fuck.

Ben sealed his lips around the probe and Oliver could feel it. Heady warmth. The heat of Ben’s mouth.

Oliver was inside Ben, and for the first time, he could sense it.

He groaned out some kind of sound, lust filling him up to bursting. “More,” he commanded.

Ben’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Hold your horses. I’m thirsty. Be right back.”

Oliver watched impatiently as his beloved brat swaggered into the kitchen, filled a glass with ice, drank down half the water, and settled back down on the couch.

“Now, where were we?” He picked up another probe and sucked it into his mouth.

Oliver tingled and gasped. Ice! Ben was tonguing a piece of ice. The temperature fluttered around, warm and then cold and then warm again.

It was dizzying. It was erotic.

“Ben…” Oliver couldn’t think of any other words. There was overwhelming heat. Shivering chills. Ben with his head tipped back, eyes closed, like he was sucking cock and feeling the same ecstasy that Oliver was.

Oliver wasn’t even remotely in control of this situation. All he could do was sink into the sensations and admire his amazing, wonderful sub.

When the ice finally melted, Ben opened his eyes. He put down the first probe and dragged one warm finger along the shaft of a second. “I like hearing you, Sir.”

Oliver didn’t realize he’d been panting. And with that word, the honorific, he snapped back into his role. Ben was holding the probes, but Oliver could still be in charge.

“Take off your shirt.”

He could see how his deep voice hit Ben’s body, making him clench his legs together before melting back into the couch. “Yes, Sir,” he purred, before opening his first button in a lazy seduction.

Oliver hid a chuckle. Ben only thought he was being disobedient by going at a snail’s pace, but Oliver was going to enjoy every moment of this strip tease.

Ben opened another button, then picked up a thermometer. He dragged it down his neck, then along his collarbone and into his shirt.

Oliver could feel the warmth of his body. The heat and arousal he was giving off. God, it was amazing. If this was even a fraction of what touch usually felt like, he could see why people wanted bodies. He still didn’t, not really, but the heat of Ben’s skin was intoxicating.

Ben opened his last buttons as the first probe continued to warm against his chest. It fell when he tugged off his shirt, but he gathered up all of the thermometers in a heap, then laid down across the couch, his slender chest bared for Oliver’s view and his thighs spread enticingly.

“Mmmmm…” Oliver hummed in appreciation. “Let me feel you.”

Ben drew one probe up his chest teasingly. With just the tip touching him, the temperature barely changed, but it left an intriguing pink line that disappeared a moment later.

“Press harder,” Oliver told him.