Noah took a shuddering breath, dropping his eyes to his lap as his shoulders slumped in defeat. “I’m not doing well enough in my classes, G,” he said. “You know that. My grades suck, and my parents are going to make me move back in with them and enroll in the state c-c-c-college next year, and… and...”
Oh shit. His tears were suddenly flowing fast and hard, dripping down onto the hands he had clenched in a white-knuckled grip on his thighs.
The sight of Noah so goddamn upset made my fucking heart try to pound right out of my fucking chest, but… but okay. At least I knew what we were dealing with now. The problem had been defined. I had something to fix. Now we just needed to, uh… to make a plan. Take some action. Solve this shit and get us back to normal and—
Noah hiccupped, his eyes still leaking like a broken faucet as he turned them back up to me.
Okay, priority check: plan later, take care of my boy now.
“They… They think if I just get into a more supportive environment,” he started, “I’ll be able to—”
“Nope.” I cut him off. I gave zero shits what his parentals thought if it included taking him away from me. Noah was mine. And supportive? Jesus fucking Christ.No onewould ever be more supportive of Noah than me.
I grabbed his chin, needing his eyes to stay on me while I set him straight. “Noah, you arenotleaving. That’s not gonna happen.”
“But—”
I broke off another piece of chocolate and pushed it into his mouth to shut him up before he could argue again, needing… needing a goddamn moment tothink.
Obviously, he wasn’t leaving. I needed him. He needed me. This was non-negotiable, and the only X-factor was how to correct his parentals’ misconception that he’d be better off anywhere that I wasn’t.
He leaned his cheek into my palm as the chocolate melted on his tongue, staring up at me, and as soon as he swallowed it, I pushed another piece into his mouth, rubbing my finger over his lips as I watched the candy start working its magic on him.
No, notitsmagic…mymagic.
Iwas the one who took care of Noah, and as the tension started to flow out of his body, some of mine melted away, too. Calming Noah down calmed me down. It had always been that way, like something inside us was connected or something… and right now, it also cleared my head. All the bullshit details we’d have to figure out and the shit we’d need to make happen to appease his parentals—along with thoseconsequencesI’d promised him for having scared the shit out of me earlier with that radio-silence bullshit of his—all that needed to take a back seat to what mattered most right now.
Settling him down.
Reminding him who he belonged to.
Showing him that he could count on me. That I’d take care of him. That his master was in charge so he could stop worrying, stop getting himself all worked up, stop looking so devastated and hopeless and ripping my fucking heart out, and just… just trust me to make things right for him.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I said, feeding him a little more chocolate. “Don’t worry about whatever the fuck your parentals said.I’min charge here, Noe, and doing what your master tells you is the only thing you need to worry about from now on, got it?”
His eyes went wide, one hand slipping up to touch the collar around his neck. I could almostseethe “but” about to leave his mouth, but nope. I wasn’t about to let him keep stressing out about this shit. Or about anything. We’d already agreed: he was mine, so he was just gonna have to entrust all that to me now.
I broke off another piece of the Hershey’s bar and pushed it against the seam of his lips, holding it there when he kept them closed, my eyes locked on his to let him see that Imeantit. I had this. Not sure quite how yet, but that didn’t matter. I’d figure out a plan and we’d make that plan happen, because that was the only acceptable outcome.
I could see how badly Noah wanted to give in and believe me, but he was fucking scared to, wasn’t he? Scared to get his hopes up when his whole damn life up until now had been dictated by his parentals and he couldn’t imagine it going another way.
Things were different now, though.
“Noah,” I said, rubbing the chocolate over his lips. “Come on now. Have I ever let you down?”
He shook his head, just the tiniest motion, and then—finally—he opened for me again… and I shit you not, seeing the relief on his face the moment he gave in? Better than sex. It legit felt like some kind of magical full-body orgasm, without my dick even being involved.
This time, I slid my fingers into the hot, wet heat of his mouth so I could feel the chocolate melting on his tongue, and fuck orgasms, magical or otherwise. Seeing all that misery on his face start to morph into the same dazed, so-fucking-happy-to-obey-me look as he let me in? That same expression on his face that he’d worn when I’d watched him in the mirror while jerking him off this morning? That was infinity times better than coming. I could fuckingliveon it.
Noah wasn’t just obeying me now. It wasn’t only that he’d given in and let himself believe me.Thatlook? My boy had surrendered completely, just like I’d told him to.
It meant he really was mine.
I sucked in a shuddering breath, trying to ignore what that knowledge did to my cock. Then Noah’s eyelids fluttered closed and his tongue curled around my fingers and I stopped trying to ignore it, because it hit me that even more than chocolate, my cock wasexactlywhat he needed right now. It wouldn’t just calm him down, it would get him all the way out of his head. Help him let go of all this stress completely. Both last night and this morning had proven that, and I was never gonna deny my boy what he needed…. especially not when I was pretty damn sure I needed it, too.
“Such a good boy for your master,” I said, my voice sounding ragged. “Take a little more for me, slave.”
I gave him another piece of chocolate—sliding my fingers into his mouth right along with it again—and the last of his tension melted away, right before my eyes. It was fucking beautiful. There was no resistance anymore, just me giving Noah what he needed and him letting me have my way. My boy letting me push my fingers in even deeper… rub the melting chocolate against the soft plushness of his tongue… hold the back of his head steady while I stroked all those soft, secret parts inside his mouth that felt so fucking wet and decadent and untouched, like they’d always been meant to belong just to me.
