I nod fast, dizzy with how much I want him. He lets out a satisfied hum, “Just this once, though. You know I love all those sounds.”
Noah thrusts up, meeting the next roll of my hips, and the feeling of our cocks grinding together through cotton makes my toes curl.
“Yes, Blue,” I whisper before I can stop myself, and Noah groans, pulling me down for a kiss that swallows the sound.
The kiss turns messy, fiery—tongues sliding—until my head spins. The thick ridge of his cock presses hard against mine.
“Just like that,” he pants against my mouth, louder than he should, but I love the sound too much to quiet him. “Fuck, you’re so hard for me. That big cock, so perfect fucking into me.”
The visual shoots straight to my balls. A broken sound leaves me. “Noah—”
“Yeah, baby, say my name. Love hearing you like this. Love seeing you take pleasure from me.” His voice is encouraging, and it makes me push harder, faster, chasing every word like a reward. I want him to tell me more. I want him to call me a good boy again. I bite my lip against the thought.
Noah brings his hand to my face, using his thumb to pull my lip free. I bring it into my mouth, sucking hard, making him choke on a curse. All I can see is Noah. All I can taste is Noah. All I can feel is Noah. He’s my whole world—my sun, my moon, my universe. Everything else falls away until there’s only him.
The bed creaks, each thrust dragging our cocks together, my underwear damp now with precum. The heat of him dragging against me, and it’s so much—too much. I let his thumb fall from my mouth, and my head drops to his shoulder, muffling my gasps against his hoodie. His scent is everywhere—sweat and warm skin—and it makes me lightheaded, drunk on him.
“You close?” he murmurs, thumb brushing over my hip bone in slow circles.
I nod franticly, and he kisses the side of my throat, just under my jaw. The wet caress of his lips against my stubble feels so good. “Such a good boy. Come for me, baby. I need it.”
The words hit like a match to dry tinder. My whole body lights up, hips jerking erratically, and I spill in my sweats with a choked sound, grinding helplessly through it.
Noah’s groan is guttural, his hips snapping up hard, once, twice, before he follows, coming against me, panting into my hair.
The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing as we come down from the high. I’m boneless, every muscle loose, but my chest is on fire with emotions I'm afraid to name. When I look at him, the feeling only swells. It’s overwhelming. The depth of my affection for him is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s terrifying and exhilarating in equal measure.
Noah’s hands are still on me, caressing my damp back under my shirt while I’m sprawled on top of him.
“You okay?” he asks, tipping his head back to look at me.
“Yeah.” My voice is hoarse. Then realization hits, and my cheeks flame. “I… I came in my pants…” I burrow my face intohis neck and let out an embarrassed groan. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
Noah uses his finger to tip my chin back up, and a slow grin spreads across his face, the picture of smug satisfaction. He reaches to brush a thumb along my hairline. “I know, baby. So did I. You were so fucking sexy. I could watch you do that every morning.”
Every morning.
The words spread through me, a feeling of contentment filling my chest. I let out a shaky laugh, ducking my face back into his neck so he doesn’t see how red I am.
I can feel the mess between us, damp and sticky against fabric, but I don’t move. I just stay there, pressed against him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest under my palm.
Eventually, it gets uncomfortable. I squirm, and he feels it immediately.
“Wait here,” he murmurs against my forehead, his voice still strained from coming. “I’ll grab something.”
He slips out of bed and pads to the bathroom. My face burns as I stare at the ceiling, embarrassed by how badly I want him to come back. How much I want him to take care of me.
I hear the bathroom sink run for a moment, then he’s back, kneeling on the mattress with a warm cloth in hand.
My face heats. “You really don’t have to do —”
“Gabe.” His voice is soft but firm. “I told you before, I want to.”
It’s the response I didn’t even realize I needed so badly.
He takes his time, swiping the cloth gently over my stomach, then lower, wiping away the mess with so much care it makes my throat tight. I’m embarrassed that he’s looking at my soft cock, but not enough to stop him. I run my fingers through his hair as he does it, which seems to please him. A soft hum leaves him. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t look away. My eyes sting, and a small sniffle escapes me.
The longer it goes on, the hotter my face gets. I lower my head, muttering, “I must look ridiculous. Getting all overwhelmed by… by this.”
