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Benoit wasn't well versed in the opposite genitalia to his own. Most of his past lovers were cisgender men so he didn't have much practice with other parts. He wanted to try for Ezra, to know all the spots that pleased him, that made his toes curl in the best way possible. He has plenty of lesbian friends who were, maybe, a little too eager to share a few secrets. A lot of them said one simple thing:
That getting eaten out was possibly the best feeling in the world.
But Benoit didn't have much experience… in that area. So he did what any good detective would do when they knew nothing about their suspects. He researched. By research, he watched porn. Consuming countless videos. With sound off, of course. All he needed to know were the simple movements. Ezra would guide him from there with just the sound of his voice. To say Benoit was excited was an understatement. He couldn't wait.
His plan came to fruition when Elle decided to sleep over at a friend's house for the night. At least he wouldn't have to ask her to get out of the house anymore. That would have been a bit… awkward.
Benoit got nervous as soon as Elle left. Suddenly a simple stare from Ezra became too much for him. Or a smile. Or a wink. Or the sound of his voice. But he had to bring up his proposition to Ezra somehow. Or perhaps he just needed to bring the man to their room, show him what his plans were.
Yeah, that sounded better. A lot better.
It was just before bed, with Ezra taking off his shirt and pants to get ready when Benoit wrapped his arms around the actor's waist to stop him. He pressed a kiss to the base of Ezra's neck, a featherlight touch on his skin. He missed worshiping Ezra's body. It was heavenly. Possibly even better than that. Ezra smiled as he leaned into Benoit's kiss. He could tell what the detective wanted. Just not exactly what he wanted.
"Someone seems excited. That why you were nervous all day?" Ezra asked with a teasing tone, bringing a hand to Benoit's cheek to cradle it softly. Of course he could tell the detective was nervous, part of his job was studying emotion.
Benoit pressed another kiss to Ezra's jaw with a hum. "I haven't a clue as to what you're talkin' about, darlin'." He couldn't hide it. Not really, anyway. But he did like to tease the man back. "I wanna do somethin' a bit different tonight, though." Right down to business. "Mind gettin' in bed, darlin'?" He asked softly. It was his first time ever attempting something like this. But he was confident Ezra would guide him just fine.
Ezra did as requested only to have Benoit set a pillow underneath his hips. Oh, so that's what this was about? The actor smirked as he caught Benoit's gaze.
The detective blushed when he realized he was caught. In a few moments, Ezra would have known anyway. He situated himself between Ezra's open legs and leaned down slightly to kiss him. Benoit cupped the actor's jaw as he pulled away with a sigh. Ezra's lips were just perfect in every way. The pair stared into each other's eyes. Simple admiration. Yet it meant so much. Benoit felt as if they've been married for years even though he and Ezra had only been dating for a year. What a wonderful world….
Ezra smiled softly, a loving look in his eyes as he caressed Benoit's cheek with his thumb. The detective gently leaned into Ezra's touch before he lowered himself to the actor's legs. Intrigued, Ezra watched him with careful eyes. Benoit slowly hooked his fingers on Ezra's boxers, pulling them down. This was familiar territory at this point. However, using his tongue was not.
"I'm… new at this. So," Benoit took a breath, glancing up at Ezra. "Guide me, darlin'?" He requested softly as he set his hands on Ezra's thighs.
Ezra hummed with a nod, "I always do, honey." He teased softly. He was usually the one on top, depending on his mood.
Benoit pressed his fingers into Ezra's thighs, feeling the skin there before he pressed a kiss to his inner thigh. Perhaps he was dragging it out a little too long but that was for his own gain. He didn't want to disappoint Ezra. At least he knew where and what the clit was unlike some other men who had sex with people who had a vagina on a more normal basis. Then, with a simple look at Ezra's face, Benoit pressed his tongue onto his pussy. His first taste of him wasn't sweet but it wasn't horrible either.
Unlike what one might presume, Ezra didn't move or make any sudden sound. His lips parted only slightly as a sigh escaped them, a hand making its way to Benoit's hair. It's been a while for him since someone had paid attention to his pussy in this way.
Swirling his tongue, Benoit was able to coax a sudden gasp from Ezra. He took a mental note to do that more as he moved his lips to suck slightly at Ezra's enlarged clit–due to all the testosterone he took throughout his years. This time, Benoit was able to draw out a moan. He knew the clit was sensitive, common sense, but to actually hear what it did to Ezra was a whole different experience. A heat in Benoit's chest started to form, he wanted to hear more and he intended to.
"Ben–! Fuck…" Ezra whimpered, his fingers gripped Benoit's hair tightly only serving to make the man between his thighs continue his movements. Faster. The response he got was just the one he was looking for. Ezra panted, quick breaths with each flick of Benoit's tongue.
Benoit eased up slightly, diverting his attention away from the clit to pay attention to the rest of Ezra's pussy. He didn't want Ezra to orgasm too soon. He quite liked making Ezra feel good like this. As he did, Ezra whined. Not out of pleasure but out of disappointment. He wanted to let that dam break as soon as possible but Benoit had other plans.
The detective's tongue dove between Ezra's folds as he looked up between his legs to see Ezra watching him. Benoit's heart fluttered. Ezra's eyes were dark, an indication of just how pleasured he felt. Benoit kept eye contact with him as he continued. It wasn't too long before he heard Ezra's cries of pleasure again, louder than earlier with the prolonged motions. Oh, it was close, Benoit didn't even have to hear Ezra to figure it out. But it was a plus.
"Fuck! Honey, I'm gonna–! Fuck, ah…" Ezra couldn't get a full sentence out, head falling onto the pillow underneath him. "Please…." He panted, fingers twisting tightly around Benoit's short hairs at the base of his neck.
Benoit decided to pity Ezra, he usually wasn't one to beg. He grazed his teeth gently on his clit and that seemed to be all Ezra needed for his orgasm to hit him with a moan. Benoit could taste it, a slight wash of salt against his tongue before he pulled away. Panting, the sight of Benoit's glistening lips made Ezra laugh.
Only for the detective to be confused at what was so funny. "What is it?" Benoit asked, a little concerned he did something wrong. He did everything right, he thought, since he ate Ezra out to completion.
"Maybe…" Ezra took a breath, his chest heaving up and down with it. "Maybe wash your face before bed?" He suggested softly with a small chuckle.
Benoit was still confused until he lifted a hand to his face. "Oh…" He blushed when he realized his lips were wet. Some of it even dribbled down his chin. He did this to Ezra? He loved the fact he could render the actor speechless like this. "Yeah, good idea, darlin'."
The detective washed his face and got in bed with Ezra who put his boxers back on as he wrapped an arm around Benoit. The pair went to sleep happy, that little after-sex buzz in the back of their minds. Benoit couldn't wait to do it again if it could elicit that much of a reaction. To get Ezra to beg… he liked having that power.