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People couldn’t really go “out” anymore. Sure, the virus was dying off little by little and so it was slowly getting safer to be outside in a crowd but Ezra wasn’t one to take risks when it could pose a danger to his daughter or a danger to anyone, really. It wasn’t much of a shock when Ezra proposed he go to Benoit’s apartment for their date. He also didn’t want Elle to be around if they just so happened to take things further for the first time. Benoit didn’t mind. He was usually always quite accommodating to those he did not find utterly annoying or were huge assholes. Ezra had his moments… but those were endearing moments, not irritating ones.
Walking out of his closet, Ezra twirled around in his clothes. He was showing them off to Elle, not that she necessarily cared but Ezra was having a moment and she knew he needed to simply go through it instead of her trying to stop it. He wore a black leather jacket with colorful patches sewn into it, a maroon colored sweater, high-waisted pleated black pants that were just long enough to tuck over the glossy black and white striped heeled boots that adorned his feet. Ezra looked in the mirror for a moment. His eyes had smudged eyeliner on them and his lips were a deep red color thanks to the various lipstick tubes rolling around in his makeup desk.
The actor turned to his daughter and nervously licked his lips. “What do you think?” He asked, pushing his hands into the pockets of his coat.
“You look great, Dad. I think it could be red carpet ready.” Elle hummed from her place on the bed. She was totally going to take advantage of her father not being in the house for a night… maybe not even until the next morning. Though, she’d probably just order a pizza and eat it in Ezra’s bed while watching some shitty TV show. Or a rom-com. Either one works.
Ezra pursed his lips, red carpet ready wasn’t really the look he was going for. Looking like he was trying hard wasn’t the best when going on a date. But something about this… it was different. Leagues different when Ezra went on his first date with Elle’s other father. That felt normal. Ezra’s heart wasn’t leaping from his chest, his brain wasn’t fantasizing about their future together, and his stomach didn’t feel so… calm. It was weird. The sheer array of things happening to his body. It put him in a slight daze.
Elle checked the time on her phone and looked up at her dad. “It’s almost time for you to leave.” She smiled as she crawled out of bed to give Ezra a tight hug. This was not unlike a ritual they would do each time Ezra had an event he needed to go to, events he knew would make Elle want to leave immediately after arriving.
“I love ya, kiddo.” Ezra held Elle tight, squeezing his eyes shut to relish in the moment. It seemed as if it was only yesterday that he had to pick her up or kneel down to give Elle a hug. It wasn’t the best on his back so maybe it was a good thing she was taller now.
Elle patted his back as she buried her face in his neck, catching a light whiff of his cologne. Something light and floral but there was something masculine about it. It was comforting to her, something she likely wouldn’t mind smelling all the time. “Love you too, Dad.” She smiled as she pulled away from the hug.
“Don’t go crazy on the pizza tonight.” Ezra quickly said, patting her shoulder as he made his way to the bedroom door to leave.
Elle gasped, feigning shock. “I would never!” She called as the door swung closed. She crossed her arms and pouted slightly, “Well… that was rude.” She said to herself as she made herself comfortable in bed again. Elle then quickly ordered some pizzas–both were pepperoni with sausage and bacon on top–from an app and turned on the TV.
“Some parents would be glad their child isn’t drinking while they’re gone but noooo.” Elle said in a mocking tone, rolling her eyes before a laugh escaped her. They were both idiots in their own right. One just so happened to be a movie star.
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A knock on the door and a quick shuffling of feet was all it took to get Ezra inside Benoit's apartment. "Oh, uh, wow…" The detective bit his tongue slightly as he looked the actor up and down. He certainly dressed… well. Benoit dressed about the same as always, pleated suit pants, a button up shirt, some suspenders, and some sort of deep color patterned tie. It seemed to be the clothes he was most comfortable in, no matter what occasion. His apartment, though, certainly reflected Benoit’s personality. There were piles of books on shelves or scattered around the house, as well as a lot of vintage-looking furniture among other trinkets.
“Could say the same for you.” Ezra hummed as he ran a hand down Benoit’s chest to lightly admire the tie. His eyes flicked back up to meet the orange frames resting on his nose. Benoit’s sense of style was always classy, throwing a few hints of floral patterns among the deep browns and grays he wore as pants or a blazer.
Benoit swallowed thickly for a moment and looked from his tie and back up at Ezra. It was very rare for him to find a man he wanted to be with that was taller than him, most were about his height or shorter… so this was certainly new to him. He didn’t hate it, though. Quite the opposite, really. “I have some…” He shook his head lightly to get rid of the fuzz that was starting to grow in his mind. “Some dinner in the, ah, the oven.” Benoit quickly stammered out.
“Hm.” Ezra pursed his lips while his eyes darkened slightly. He was nervous on his way over but it seemed that started to trickle down to desire. A strong one at that. “Maybe… dinner can wait?” He suggested softly, bringing a hand to Benoit’s cheek as his thumb ran across his bottom lip.
Benoit’s bright eyes were slightly wide. Maybe he was too much of a gentleman or ‘old-school’ but wasn’t it against the rules to… sleep together on the first date? Either way, his mind was clouded. It was simply filled with Ezra. His hand was warm and the finger on his lip enticed him in a way he wasn’t sure was possible. In fact, Ezra affected him like no other had before. It was scary yet exciting. “Should be fine…” Benoit said quietly.
“Alright, detective. Let’s hope you’re right. Bedroom, where is it?” Ezra asked with a smirk at the edges of his lips. It felt as if it’s been forever since he’s had this sort of burning desire for anyone. Last time he did, he ended up pregnant.
Benoit closed his eyes for a second as he swallowed thickly, “Ah, it’s… fuck me.” He gave up in the matter of a few seconds, grabbing Ezra’s hand to pull him inside the room before he swiftly pressed their lips together.
The detective was getting more and more bold as time went on. Ezra liked that. If Ezra had the time to react, he might have even been surprised that Benoit swore. If only for a single word.
In a light trip or two over each other's feet and a collective gasp as Benoit landed on top of Ezra. They quickly pressed their lips together again, Benoit running a hand through his partner's hair. It felt like he expected it would, soft and thick. He loved it. Benoit pulled away from Ezra's lips and admired the way his hair was when it was all messed up.
Ezra gave him a smirk. He could tell Benoit was taking in this moment, wanting it to last forever. That was… until he realized they were both fully dressed. Now, he couldn't have that. The detective quickly stood from the bed and threw off his shoes and socks, Ezra did the same with a light laugh. The actor sat up slightly on the bed, wanting to watch the man in front of him.
"It is quite a shame that I have to take off your clothes. After so much work…" Benoit hummed softly, quickly and expertly untying the knot around his neck. Ezra swallowed thickly as he watched, a light flush making its way to his cheeks. The detective then lowered his suspender straps and crawled back on top of Ezra to begin taking his clothes off as well.
First came the jacket which was thrown off the side of the bed, landing in a place neither of them cared enough to remember. Then it was his shirt. It faced the same fate the jacket did. Ezra was shirtless, finally and wholly. His scars were on full display but the only thing Benoit could focus on was his face. How he desperately wished to mess up Ezra's make-up. Benoit did contemplate it, just for a moment.
"Your turn?" Ezra asked, running a hand up to the collar of Benoit's button-up shirt. His fingers fiddled with some of the buttons at the base of his neck.
Benoit hummed softly while he let Ezra take off his shirt for him, fingers ever so slightly brushing against the skin of his chest. In some ways, the detective couldn't believe this was happening. Yet he craved it all the same.
Ezra brought their lips back together, in a slower, more loving kiss than the one they previously shared. Benoit slightly repositioned himself so he had a hand next to Ezra's head and opened up the other man's legs so he was in between them. After a little while, they both broke from the kiss and panted slightly.
The dark haired man immediately grabbed at Benoit's pants just for him to stop them by taking Ezra's hands. "In a hurry, darlin'?" He teased with a cheeky smile on his lips, eyes dilated enough that the blue of his eyes were just a small rim.
"Aren't you?" Ezra countered, figuring he didn't fare better.
Benoit bit his tongue, letting Ezra's hands go. "You've no idea." He admitted with an exhale of breath while Ezra undid his pants. Slowly, the pressure was starting to get released as Benoit pushed his pants down his legs. He could see the way Ezra's eyes darkened at the bulge covered by his boxers.
Then Benoit pursed his lips, remembering that Ezra wasn't like the men he was used to having sex with. And he didn't mean his status of fame in the world or anything like that. "A-Are you sure you want to do this?" Benoit asked quickly before it became too much to compose himself.
Ezra let out a light laugh. Maybe not the best time for that. "Yes, Blanc. I'm completely fine with it going up the vag. I had a kid, you know?" He cocked his eyebrow slightly and shook his head. He understood where Benoit was coming from though. The man just didn't want to make Ezra uncomfortable which was commendable.
A bright blush graced Benoit's cheeks when Ezra mentioned having a child. It was something he wasn't used to hearing. "Alright." He bit his lip lightly before he pulled at the waistband of Ezra's pants. Looking closer at his mostly bare form, Benoit saw some scars scattered around the expanse of his skin. Perhaps those were from a while ago because they were quite a lot lighter than the scars under Ezra's pecs.
Ezra leaned up slightly, running a light hand across Benoit's shoulder to his plump stomach then to the V-line that disappeared under his boxers to simply admire the man in front of him. He wasn't the most fit man but he still had plenty of muscle. It was enough to pick Ezra up without a hitch. The touch made Benoit suck in a shaky breath of air. It's been a while since he's done… anything like this and he can't imagine Ezra hasn't been the same way.
The blond man met Ezra's hands and gently pushed them off his body so he could take off the other man's boxers. Benoit hooked his fingers on the waistband and pulled them down his legs until the piece of clothing was completely off. He simply threw it over his shoulder and took in Ezra’s bare body. It was surreal and grounding at the same time. Possibly one of the biggest actors in Hollywood was naked underneath him. But… Ezra was just a man.
A man that Benoit loved.
Ezra set his hands on Benoit's hips, looking up at him with a hunger in his eyes. It wasn't that hard to figure out what he wanted and Benoit didn't need to be a detective to understand it. The man simply nodded, causing a swarm of hands to nearly cover the bottom half of his body. That was until the hands left to fling the boxers they captured from Benoit. Finally, all the pressure went away and it relieved him so much that he almost didn't catch the way Ezra stared at the throbbing cock standing tall between his legs.
Benoit bit his lip, an idea that would be too torturous popped in his head. Maybe next time. He caressed Ezra's cheek before he lifted one of his legs to rest on his hip. "You ready, darlin'?" Benoit asked softly, his thumb running across a particularly freckled part of Ezra's cheek as he positioned himself properly.
"Mhm, detective." Ezra hummed softly, moving his other leg to rest on Benoit's hip as a hand held onto his shoulder as well. His darkened green eyes bore into Benoit's face, focusing on all the little details. "I need you…." He whispered, eyes softening just slightly.
Both of them wanted to take in this moment for all it was worth. It might only last for a second but they wanted it for an hour. Perhaps more. They both deserved a forever with each other.
Benoit nodded slightly, sharing Ezra's sentiment as he slowly pushed his dick inside, eliciting a harsh gasp from the man below him while a soft moan escaped his own lips. Like expected, it was distinctly different from anything he's ever felt before. The pair simply breathed in each other's presence for a little while, allowing Ezra to adjust to the feeling of another man inside him.
"Alright." Ezra sighed, a hand resting on the side of Benoit's head which he quickly leaned into. The brunet caressed some of the grays at his temples and lightly smiled, "I'm good, detective." He whispered.
Benoit dipped his head to press a kiss to Ezra's lips as he gently pulled out then thrust back in. This wasn't going to be some quick fuck and run type of situation, no. They were too old to be doing that anymore. No. This was a writ of passage. To deeply and wholly accept each other into their lives. With the good and the bad. At this point, it didn't matter.
Ezra let out a small gasp that dissolved into a moan while Benoit set a slower, more controlled pace. It was soft and sensual, much different than the rushed and rough sex Ezra was used to in his younger years. Maybe the difference simply was age or perhaps the fact that this actually meant something to the both of them.
"Fuck…" Benoit ground out softly, pressing his forehead against Ezra's. He could feel the other man's breath on his lips, warming them slightly.
Ezra quickly kissed Benoit which he reciprocated eagerly, a hand secured at the back of his neck while he swallowed his and Benoit's moans. It felt strangely easy to be with each other in this moment. Like they've been together for years before this and it was just routine at this point.
After a few moments, Ezra had to pull away from the kiss to breathe but also because Benoit hit a sensitive spot. "Fuck, detective…." He moaned softly with a light whine at the end of his voice, eyelashes fluttering as he drew in a quick breath.
Benoit attached his lips to Ezra's neck when he pulled away, needing to busy his mouth with something. So he might as well suck bruises on the base of his partner's neck or even under the profile of his jaw. The soft flesh would easily bruise within a few hours. That was the plan after all, wasn't it? Benoit wasn't above being slightly possessive, even if he was relatively light-hearted in nature. Ezra wasn't just some simple, gorgeous looking man–no–he was an actor with possibly millions of people wanting him at any given time.
"Good boy." Benoit softly praised as his teeth grazed against the skin right under Ezra's jaw as the man beneath him dug his nails in his skin.
Being called 'boy' while getting fucked wasn't something Ezra experienced much, especially having transition later in his life. And well… it did things to him. Ezra cupped Benoit's cheek, eyes fluttering closed while the muscles in his legs tensed. He could tell his orgasm was starting to build. The slow pace started to rock into a faster one, sounds of the headboard of the bed grounding and scraping against the wall filled their ears. As well as pants and light moans from the both of them. It seemed Benoit was right there with him, the movement of his hips becoming more sporadic as time went on.
Ezra grunted out loudly when Benoit hit just the right spot. "Fuck, Detective, I–" He moaned, gripping the man on top of him tightly. Ezra's lips parted suddenly, taking in a sharp breath as he felt his orgasm just about to hit him. "Blanc, fuck… I'm almost–"
"I know, darlin'. I know." Benoit brushed a few stray sweaty hairs away from Ezra's face. "Me too." He ground out softly, planting his hands on the man's hips for a better grip.
"Fuck… Blanc!" Ezra panted and moaned as he felt his orgasm snap, releasing the tension in his abdomen. It felt… amazing. Perhaps it's been a while or maybe Benoit just knew how to treat a partner right. Yeah, definitely the second one. It might have been a while but Ezra's body still knew what it liked and it certainly liked that quirky detective.
Benoit hummed, voice a little shaky, "Hmm! That's it, darlin', that's it." He whispered with a light smirk at the edges of his lips. Unlike Ezra, Benoit's orgasm snuck up on him like a car hitting a cyclist. He let out a loud moan, gripping tightly onto the man below him. "Fuck!"
It felt somewhat like a secret Ezra wasn't supposed to hear whenever Benoit swore. He never did in daily life but then again, saying 'fiddlesticks!' while fucking the life out of someone just didn't have the same ring to it. Perhaps he'd even laugh if it ever did happen. Benoit's legs trembled as they struggled to keep him upright until they eventually gave out, his body crashing with Ezra's. But the black-haired man didn't mind it much. He ran a hand through Benoit's hair and sighed happily. Being so satisfied wasn't something Ezra was used to in life.
"That… was good." Ezra admitted, pressing a kiss to Benoit's cheek as the man snuggled up to him. "Maybe we should get cleaned up…" He suggested softly but Benoit wasn't having it.
The detective groaned slightly. "Not tonight, darlin'. I'm feelin' tired and I have to assume you are too." He whispered, looking into Ezra's eyes. "Perhaps, maybe we could take a shower together in the mornin'." Benoit smiled, the only type of smile one could have after sex. A lazy but easy one.
"Okay, sweetheart." Ezra chuckled softly.