Still a Slut for Bennett - Part 16 (Easter Special)

Hello and Happy Easter, everyone!
I’ve got a special Easter treat for you—an exclusive sequel chapter from Eli and Bennett! This time, it's told from Bennett's point of view for the first time, with a return to Eli’s POV later in the post. I hope you enjoy it!

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Wishing you all a wonderful Easter! 💛🐣

Everyone in this story is 18+

-------------Bennett’s POV------------

I swear to God, I can’t hang a paper garland to save my fucking life.

“Dude, it’s crooked again,” Jose said, not even looking up from the chair he was halfheartedly taping pastel streamers to. “You’re actually worse at this than Coop.”

“That’s rich, coming from the guy who taped a bunny ear to the wall upside down,” I muttered, standing on the couch with a tiny piece of tape and a massive lack of will to live.

Cooper, who had somehow tangled himself in a string of plastic eggs and now looked like a pissed-off Christmas tree, snorted. “I’m not saying this isn’t the dumbest tradition ever, but it is kind of cute that Eli wanted us to decorate.”

“He didn’t want, he demanded. There was a glittery checklist.” Jose held up the list with “EGGSTRAVAGANZA OR DIE” written in sparkly pink ink at the top.

I chuckled, shaking my head. “He’s lucky he’s hot.”

“Fuck, is that the Easter Bunny out there?” Jose said suddenly, staring out the window.

Cooper didn’t even look. “Nice try, bro.”

“Yeah,” I called down. “Real original. Try harder next time.”

“Like, no joke.” Jose said, shrugging to no avail.

We were all quiet for a beat.

“I swear,” Cooper said, peeling an egg sticker off his forehead, “if you don’t buy us both therapy or noise-canceling headphones, I’m going to snap.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

He jabbed a finger at me. “It’s been over four months since you and Eli got together. And you’re still at it like rabbits. I haven’t slept through the night since December.”

Jose nodded solemnly. “Sometimes I think I hear Eli moaning and it’s just the wind. But then I remember—we don’t have wind inside.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re both dramatic.”

“And speaking of bunnies,” Cooper muttered, pointing with a deadpan expression, “there is a fucking Easter Bunny in our yard.”

I scoffed. “Real subtle prank, guys. Hilarious. Really.”

But then I looked.

And holy shit.

Standing just past the sliding door, in the middle of our sad little lawn, was the easter bunny. White fur, floppy ears, pink nose painted on. Waving like a cartoon character—cute as hell and looking proud as shit.

My heart did this weird hiccup in my chest, and I had to pretend it was indigestion.

“What. The fuck,” I said, blinking like I was having a stroke.

The bunny gave us one last wave and then held up a giant plastic Easter egg the size of a football before darting behind the shed.

Jose was already on his feet. “I’M GONNA FIND IT.”

Cooper launched himself over the couch. “Oh hell no, it’s mine.”

I stood there, still on the couch, kind of frozen. Because I wasn’t expecting the sight of what was surely my boyfriend in a bunny costume to make me want to both laugh hysterically and drag him inside and rail him against the fridge.

By the time I got outside, Jose and Cooper were tearing through the yard like sugar-crazed kids. Eli had vanished, probably watching from some secret hiding spot like the world’s sexiest trickster god.

“IT’S MINE,” Cooper yelled, knocking over a flowerpot.

“I’LL SUCK YOUR DICK FOR IT,” Jose countered, diving toward the bushes.

“Bro, you don’t even like candy,” I said, trying not to laugh.

Jose popped up with the egg, victorious and smirking. “Doesn’t matter. I like winning.”

He cracked it open, and it spilled over with pastel-wrapped candies and a note that read:
“To the victor go the sweets. Don’t forget to share with your roomies 💖”

“Okay, that’s adorable,” Cooper said, breathless.

Jose was already peeling open a chocolate egg. “I take it back. This was worth it.”

I turned back toward the shed, and sure enough, Eli peeked out from behind it, grinning. His little bunny tail wiggled as he waved again—just for me.

Goddammit.

I was so gone for him, it wasn’t even funny.

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“You guys owe me for this,” Cooper called, grabbing his keys. “If we come back and you’re both butt-naked again, I’m burning this house down.”

Jose grunted in agreement as they headed out the door.

Eli—still in that ridiculous, fluffy-ass bunny suit—stood in the middle of the kitchen like he owned the place. Pink ears flopping. Cotton tail wiggling. Still smirking like he knew what he was doing to me.

“Don’t forget the ham!” he called sweetly after them as Eli turned to me in the kitchen, unzipping the front of his absurd, fluffy bunny costume.

“I’m taking this off before I melt,” he said, tugging it halfway down.

“Don’t,” I said, without thinking.

He froze mid-peel, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

“Leave it on,” I smirked. “Just for a bit.”

“You’re ridiculous,” he muttered—but he didn’t fight me. Just zipped it back up with a half-smile and went back to peeling potatoes at the counter, muttering something about “freaky bunny boyfriends.”

But I couldn’t stop staring. His tail twitched every time he moved. His ass shifted beneath the plush fabric with every little lean forward, the curve of him bouncing just enough to make my jeans feel too tight.

And when he bent over to rinse a potato?

I lasted maybe ten seconds.

Sliding up behind him, I kissed his neck—right where the fur ended and skin began. He tensed, then let out a small laugh.

“Bennett…”

“What?” I murmured, kissing lower. “Just saying thank you for all your hard bunny work.”

I stepped behind him and pressed against his back, slipping my hands around his waist and pulling him tight.

“Bennett—” he warned, trying to act unimpressed.

“Shhh.” I kissed just behind his ear, slow and warm. He shivered, immediately.

I could feel him relax into me, melting against my chest, even as he tried to keep peeling. “You’re such a menace.”

“I’m a menace with a hard-on for his boyfriend in bunny ears.”

He groaned. “You’ve got problems.”

“You like my problems.”

I slid my hand down the front of his suit, palming the bulge forming beneath the soft fabric. He gasped, hips jerking forward into my touch.

“Oh my god,” he muttered, but he didn’t stop me.

The bunny suit had a zipper all the way down. I took my time with it, tugging it down just enough to expose the soft slope of his back, his boxers beneath it, then lower—past the waistband, just until that perfectly smooth, peach-fuzz ass peeked out.

“Still want to peel potatoes?” I asked, voice low.

“Not really,” he breathed, eyes already glassy.

I reached for the olive oil on the counter and poured a slick line down his spine. He hissed at the sensation, then moaned as I let it trickle lower—between his cheeks, down to where he needed it.

“Jesus,” he whispered. “That’s cold.”

“Gotta lube up somehow. Unless you’d prefer butter.”

He snorted. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

I slid two fingers between his cheeks and rubbed slow, lazy circles over his hole, spreading the oil. He whimpered, arching his back like a damn pro.

“Fuck, Bennett—just do it.”

“Impatient bunny,” I teased, but my cock was already out, already dripping.

I lined myself up, his entrance glistening with oil and anticipation, and pushed forward. His breath caught. My name slipped from his lips like a prayer as I sank into him—tight, smooth, hot. Perfect.

“Holy shit,” I groaned. “Every damn time…”

The counter creaked beneath his arms as he braced himself, and I drove in deeper, hips slapping against the backs of his thighs. Oil smeared down both our legs, glistening on the counter, making everything sticky, slippery, deliciously messy.

The sound of it—flesh meeting flesh, his moans, my ragged breath—it was filthy. Unapologetically filthy.

I fisted the fluffy white tail at the base of his back and yanked him closer, holding him still as I fucked him hard, deep, relentless.

“F-fuck, Bennett, yes—right there—” he whined, voice broken and begging.

“You love this, don’t you?” I growled into his ear. “Getting ruined in your stupid little costume.”

“Yeah,” he gasped. “Yes, Daddy.”

Goddamn.

I reached around, stroking his leaking cock in time with my thrusts, the counter beneath us slippery with oil and pre-cum. He was already shaking, his body twitching under my touch.

“Gonna cum,” he whimpered. “Please, Daddy—please, I need to—”

“Go ahead,” I said, slamming in one more time. “Make a mess.”

He cried out, body locking up as he came—thick ropes shooting across the countertop, splashing over his apron and dripping down the front of the bunny suit.

The sight of it—his ass squeezing me, his cum everywhere, the way he moaned my name—sent me spiraling. I fucked him through it, chasing my own high until I felt it crash down, fast and hot and gut-wrenching.

I buried myself as far as I could, grunting as I filled him, the oil mixing with my cum as I throbbed inside him, wave after wave. I gripped his hips, rode it out, gasping against the back of his neck.

We stayed like that for a second—sweaty, panting, dripping onto the kitchen counter like absolute animals.

Then Eli let out a long breath.

“…So.”

I raised an eyebrow, still buried in him.

“We really need to clean this counter.”

I laughed against his back. “Yeah, probably.”

He glanced down. “You jizzed through the suit, by the way. I can feel it.”

I grinned. “Mark of a good holiday.”

He groaned, slumping forward. “Coop and Jose are gonna know.”

“I mean, they probably expected it.”

“Bennett.”

“What?”

He turned his head just enough to look at me, his expression dry as hell. “Are you… are you a furry now?”

I pulled out slow, making him shudder, then slapped his cum-dripping ass with a smug grin.

“Nah,” I said. “But I don’t mind you dressing up now and then… as you definitely know.”

Eli groaned again and reached for a kitchen towel.

“Next time, you’re wearing the damn suit.”

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-------------Eli’s POV-------------

The lights were low, the dishes finally stacked in the sink, and the house smelled like lamb, garlic, and a little too much air freshener.

Then Cooper came out of the bathroom.

“Hey,” he called, voice suspicious. “Why is the bunny costume in the washing machine?”

Me and Bennett looked at each other.

“We have no comment on that,” I said.

Cooper rolled his eyes like he was fighting for his life. “You guys are gross.”

A while later, Leah was curled into the corner of the couch with a glass of wine, toes tucked under her. Cooper and Jose were sprawled on the floor, knee-deep in leftover candy, aggressively ranking the best Star Wars lightsaber duels like it was life or death.

And me? I was draped over Bennett’s chest, his arms locked around me like a weighted blanket with an attitude.

On screen, Anakin was about to start making some truly tragic choices.

“You are aware this is a prequel, right?” Leah asked, tilting her head. “This is the one where it all goes to shit.”

“That’s why it’s the best one,” Bennett muttered into my hair.

I smiled against him, feeling his fingers absentmindedly toying with the little white pom-pom on the back of my fuzzy Easter bunny socks.

Cooper snapped his fingers, suddenly animated. “The bunny costume in the washer. The oily counter. The weird stain—”

He froze in realization. “Now it all makes sense… and I’m officially gonna find a new collective.”

“Can we not?” I groaned, hiding my face in Bennett’s hoodie.

“Yeah,” Bennett said, tugging me tighter into his chest. “Let the bunny watch his movie in peace.”

Leah raised an eyebrow, smirking. “You’re surprisingly affectionate for a guy who railed a rabbit before dinner.”

He didn’t even blink. “Yeah, well. It’s Easter. Gotta celebrate resurrection somehow.”

Everyone groaned in unison.

I buried deeper into his chest, cheeks burning, but the grin on my face wouldn't quit. His arms stayed tight around me, steady and warm, even as the galaxy fell apart on screen.

And for a moment—soft and quiet and safe—I felt like maybe things weren’t so far from perfect.

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The gang was gathered for another movie night. Popcorn in bowls, The second Star Wars movie queued up, everyone tucked into the couch like it was the law.

Everything was normal.

Until... Yoda walked in.

Tiny, green, and real as hell.

He waddled into the room, tapping his little feet, dragging a cane, eyes wise and oddly judgmental.

“Grief you cannot escape,” he said, nodding solemnly, “but Bennett help you he will.”

The room fell into stunned silence.

Jose blinked. “What the fuck is that gnome?”

Cooper shot to his feet like he’d just been hit by divine lightning. “That’s not a gnome, you absolute moron—that’s Master Yoda.”

Then… the unthinkable.

Cooper lunged.

And kissed him.

Like—kissed kissed him.

Tongue.

Hands.

Passion.

“EWWWWWW!” we all screamed in perfect harmony.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I jolted awake, heart hammering, drenched in sweat. Bennett lay beside me, snoring softly, blissfully unaware that I’d just watched Cooper make out with a 900-year-old Jedi Muppet.

I stared at the ceiling, processing.

“Okay,” I whispered. “No more cheese before bed. Or Star Wars.”

I rolled over close to Bennett, pulling the blanket up to my chin.

Seriously.

Yoda?

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If you haven’t already, be sure to grab your copy of the full e-book of Only Bennett here: https://books2read.com/u/4D7r27
And if you're purchasing through Smashwords, don’t forget to use the discount code 4KEZP to get 50% off!

Wishing you all a wonderful Easter! 💛🐣