“No, no, no. NO!” Ollie whined, shaking his head, his eyes closed as more tears slipped free.
“Shh, I know.” He gently pressed a kiss on each of his eyelids, then trailed down his almost healed cheek, before gently kissing the witch on the lips.
As he often did, Ollie tried to chase after his mouth when Noble pulled back, the man whining, “More.”
“What are you asking for, Baby?”
His small, pointed, freckled nose was red from crying, and the man sniffled while staring up at him with his big gray-blue eyes for a moment before fluttering his lashes and saying, “You.”
Noble chuckled. “Me, huh?”
“Yesh, comfort me, please?” The man gave him a watery smile that hit him hard in the chest.God, Ollie was fucking cute.
Noble’s heart almost broke when the smile dropped as Ollie nervously blurted, “Though, you probably aren’t interested with my face still like this. So, of course, you don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I’d understand. Like?—”
He cut the man off with a kiss. Deepening it, the witch’s moans vibrated against his lips.
As he broke away again, Noble rasped, “Ollie, while seeing you bruised and hurt infuriates me on every level, I find you breathtaking regardless.”
While the yellow bruises that littered the right side of Ollie’s diamond-shaped face, and trailed along his squarish yet soft jaw and around his neck, bothered Noble, they did nothing to hide Ollie’s beauty.
“You do?” Ollie bit his lip, the uncertainty in his voice showing clearly in his eyes as well.
“Mmm, down to your last freckle.” The man giggled as he gave him a peck on the tip of his nose.
Unsnapping the man’s black embroidered, eye-covered overalls, Ollie gasped as he lifted him up and quickly tugged them off his body, taking his briefs with them. Luckily, the bottom of Ollie’s pants were wide enough to easily slide over his boots, even if he had to tug a bit more to get the man’s briefs off.
Dropping both onto the floor, he scooped his arms under Ollie’s bare ass as he stood, lifting him up, before settling him on the edge of the kitchen table, which was the perfect height for him to fuck the man.
Delving deeper into the witch’s mouth with his tongue, he drew sweet, muffled whimpers and moans from his boyfriend for a few moments, while tugging off the man’s bow, and unbuttoning, one by one, the white, long-sleeved blouse Ollie was wearing. Ollie’s hands roamed over his chest as he worked, and he broke the kiss on a chuckle when the witch tugged his pants open just as the last button came free on Ollie’s blouse.
Pulling back slightly, he ordered, “Stay,” when the man tried to lean forward for another kiss.
Gaze trailing over Ollie’s pale, freckled skin, Noble watched as a flush quickly spread over it. Eyes tracing the lines of Ollie’s thin, bare chest, he noted that his ribs seemed to show just a little bit less than they once had. Noble’s cock jerked in his boxers, and he licked his lips as he eyes trailed over the man’s hard pink nipples, which were just begging to be played with, down to the man’s erect prick, which jutted out from a patch of red curls.
“I need,” Ollie whined, reaching for him. Noble obliged, moving in close. He captured the witch’s mouth again, one hand dropping down to grip one of Ollie’s plump ass cheeks, while the other trailed over the man’s chest.
He rolled and pinched one nipple, swallowing down each of Ollie’s moans. He almost sighed in relief as the man fully freed him from his pants and boxers, breaking the kiss with a groan when Ollie ran his hand up and down his length a few times.
Brushing the witch’s hand away, he growled, “Lube?”
Ollie blinked as if in a daze, before giving his head a shake and blurting, “Far left drawer, on the end.”
His brow rose slightly in question at there being any in the kitchen, before reluctantly untangling himself to fetch it. Tugging the leftmost weathered green drawer open, he chuckled as he snagged the small bottle of lube, along with one of the condoms he spotted buried amongst the random shit inside.
“Interesting place to keep it,” Noble said with a grin as he turned back to Ollie, his gaze automatically running over him again.
Ollie’s face seemed to redden more at his words. “W-well, I thought it could come in handy sometime in the future. And like, I was right, wasn’t I?”
“You were,” he drawled thickly, as he tore open the condom packet with his teeth. Ollie seemed to swallow hard, his eyes filling with heat as his gaze dropped to Noble’s cock.
Tossing the wrapper on the counter, Noble’s prick throbbed almost painfully under the witch’s needy gaze, a drop of pre-cum leaking out as he rolled the condom on.
Popping open the top of the lube, he squirted some into his hand just as Ollie whined and reached for him again. “I want it badly, please. Hold me. Make me feel grounded. Please, Noble.”
Noble quickly lubed up his cock before tossing the bottle back in the drawer, hurrying to Ollie with a decent amount of lube still in hand. Sucking on the witch’s bottom lip when he reached him, he stayed there briefly before trailing down, nipping as he went. In some places he bit hard enough to leave a mark, but not break the skin, until he reached one of Ollie’s nipples, which he captured with his mouth.
As he bit and sucked, Ollie arched, letting out a needy whine, while trying to press his bud harder into his mouth, as he yelled out, “Oh, God, yes. Yes, bite me! Bite me!”
