"So good."
He continued to pump himself and run his other hand over his body until he was panting gently, until the first hint of wetness leaked from the head of his cock, and then he reached for the dildo and lube. Still tugging at his prick, he opened his mouth and bathed the dildo, then threw his head back and swallowed it into his throat.
Tobias swallowed as well. The sight of Noah doing that never left him unaffected, and he dropped a
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hand to his own lap, not quite brushing his balls, but close.
Noah spent the next few moments slicking the dildo slowly, suggestively. Finally, he moaned, pulled it out his mouth, andlubed it quickly before shifting so he was on his hands and knees. He reached around behind himself, teasing with it at first, sliding it over his hole and pressing it in just enough to stretch. His sounds were lovely, and his brow furrowed in concentration.
"Oh, yes..." he breathed just before he arched his back and pressed the dildo deep inside of him. "Sir."
Tobias moved his own hand, pressing it against his renewed erection. "Talk to me," he said silkily. "How does it feel? Is it big enough? Hard enough? Are you stretched around it?" His hand pressed again, and he teased at his zipper.
"It's big," Noah replied with a growl as he worked the dildo in and out of his body. "It's a nice burn, feels good. Seems a bit..." He swallowed hard. "Yes, it gets wider toward the base so... so it keeps--" His words were cut off by a hiss. "So good, when I... there! Ah!" He rode the dildo, rocking back to meet it as his fingers forced it deeper. "Oh, fuck, yes!"
He rode it hard and fast for a bit, his breath coming in short, tight pants until suddenly he forced himself to stop. He hung, frozen mid-thrust for a moment, then shifted to a sitting position with the dildo pressed deep inside him until the wide flat base sat flush against his ass and was held there by his own body weight. "Got a bit too close..." he panted. "Want to give you more than that, sir." He tucked his fingers around his balls and fondled them, rolling them gently in his hand while he caught his breath.
"I appreciate it," Tobias managed, rather breathless himself. He slid his zipper down, finally letting himself have more room. His prick twitched as he freed it, and he rubbed his palm down the length. "See what you've done to me, pet?" he asked, stroking himself and letting his legs part.
Noah smiled. "I love your cock, sir. So much better than this toy." He wiggled a bit and moaned as the dildo shifted inside him. "You taste so good." Noah's fingers moved back to his own erection, and he started to pull at it while he continued to roll and massage his balls with his other hand. "So hot, sir. I can't take you in my mouth without getting hard."
Tobias stroked himself slowly, watching Noah's face. He could almost feel Noah's blood surge, almost hear his heartbeat. His gaze flicked to Noah's cock, to his ass. "I'm going to fuck you," he growled.
"Yes, yes, want you." Noah hand sped on his cock and he rolled his hips, working the dildo in his ass.
"Please, sir, fuck me." His eyes were squeezed closed and his voice was strained.
"Not until I watch you come, boy," Tobias said, his voice low and serious. "Now."
Noah shot instantly, throwing his head back and shouting his response to the ceiling. His cock jerked in his fingers, and he stroked himself gingerly until he was spent, finally lifting his head and inspecting the job he'd done of soaking his stomach and chest. "Oh, my. Thankyou, sir."
"Don't thankme yet," Tobias said, standing up. He walked to Noah in two easy strides, then shoved him back down onto his hands and knees. The dildo was disposed of with a twist and a pull, and then Tobias slammed himself home, plunging into Noah's heat.
Noah grunted. He was loose and relaxed, his body damp with sweat, and he was still breathless from his own release. He pressed back wantonly to meet Tobias' thrusts, utterly shameless. "Sir!"
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Tobias didn't say anything; he merely grabbed Noah's hips and pulled him back onto his prick, stabbing into him again and again. Noah's body clung to him, the scent of sweat and spunk and cop all around him, making him growl and rumble in his chest. "Mine," he roared as he began to come. "My boy." He filled Noah to the hilt, balls deep in him as he spilled.
"Yes, sir, yours, sir." Noah shivered as Tobias came, clenching around him.
Satiated, exhausted, Tobias finally stilled, then slid out of Noah's body. "Shower, pet. And then you can make me dinner." He smiled and ran a hand down Noah's back. "All is well, sweetheart. Well done."
It was just pizza, but, man, did it smell good. Veggies galore. Noah peeked into the oven to see if it was done yet. Just a few more minutes, he decided and closed the oven. He checked his watch right as the doorbell rang.
Damn, Phan was punctual.
He dumped his apron on the counter and smoothed his clothes, stopping by the hall mirror to check his hair before answering the door. "You know, I could set my watch by you. You have been a sub way too long." Noah smiled and stepped back to let Phan in.
"No such thing," Phan assured him as he stepped into the hall. He passed over a bottle of Coke and gave Noah a quick hug. "Can't be toosubby or too pretty. God, that smells great." Phan certainly had the market cornered on pretty. He was tiny and lithe, his coppery hair sticking up in tufts and random, wild curls.
"Doesn't it?" Noah asked, setting the soda down so he could take Phan's coat. "I think I've outdone myself." He hung the coat in the tiny hall closet and, taking Phan by the hand, he picked up the soda again and headed for the kitchen. "Here I am trying to keep you healthy, and you're feeding my weakness for sugary colas.Tsk ." He put the Coke on the counter and pushed Phan into a chair.
Phan giggled at him. It wasn't a laugh, it wasn't a chuckle; it was most certainly a giggle. A naughty one, and one Noah suspected Phan actually practiced. "I've decided it's my job to feed your weaknesses.
Make sure you have fun." He giggled again and winked. "What's on the pizza? Extra cheese?"
"Extra everything, except meat," Noah answered, pulling the pizza out of the oven. "Are you saying I look like someone that doesn't know how to have fun?" Noah asked, grinning, as he brought the pizza to the table and set it on a couple of trivets. He reached into a drawer and pulled out the pizza cutter.
"Oh, I know you can have fun," Phan said with a grin and a leer. "What I'm not so sure of is your ability to break a rule or two."
"I don't break rules, I'm a cop and sub, remember?" He pulled two glasses from a cabinet and filled them with ice.
"See, that's what I mean," Phan persisted as he opened the Coke bottle. "You're good, very good. And good boys get rewards. Naughty boys get a spanking. Once in a while, it can be fun to break a couple of
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rules and just... play. Not the serious rules of course, but giving the Dom a chance to be a Master and aggressive can be a thing." He blinked and grinned as he poured the Coke. "If you see my meaning."
"Oh... break the rules with a purpose. Yes, I see." Noah cut the pizza and gave Phan his most mischievous grin, though he kept his tone casual. "You mean," Noah pretended to ponder, "like threaten to arrest him for speeding while he's headed home with a hard-on?"
Phan laughed. "You don't think small, do you? That's exactly the sort of thing I mean -- but, God, if you do that I'm leaving the country. I don't think he'd find that as funny as you and me."
"Don't rush to update your passport. I did it yesterday," Noah told Phan, serving him a slice. He couldn't quit grinning.
"No shit!" Phan yelled, his eyes wide. "You didn't. You did. Oh, my God. What happened?"
Noah laughed. "My God, was he pissed off. Amused, too, I think, but pissed off."
Phan was staring at him, his eyes still wide open and his jaw hanging. "Seriously? You stopped him and he was hard? And then what?"
"I swear I was just going to flirt a little, jerk his chain, and let him go, but when I saw he was hard, something... I don't know; the practical joker came out. I told Carol, my partner, that I suspected that he was drunk, and she made him get out of the car." Noah was snickering. "Oh, man," he sighed. "So then I frisked him and said some suggestive shit in his ear. He was so mad."
Phan blinked several times. "How hard did he spank you?" he asked finally. "And when are you allowed to come again?"
"Well, first he made me blow him on my knees, and, frankly, given how long he'd been sporting that erection, I'm surprised he could stay standing that long," Noah said and took a bite of his pizza. "And then," he continued, mouth full, "he smacked the hell out of my ass and let me think about it for a while."
He swallowed, remembering the evening. "And then..." He grinned and stopped talking to take another bite of his pizza.
"Then?" Phan hadn't even glanced at his food.
"Oh, did I mention I was still in uniform?"
Phan groaned. "You're killing me. Bastard." He wiggled in his chair but didn't reach for his food. "And then?"
"Well, then he told me I could undress, which I did. Don't like your dinner?" Noah winked.
"Shut up," Phan said mildly, finally picking up his slice of pizza. "Talk."
Phan was so easy. This was entirely too much fun. "Okay, so then he told me he wanted to watch. I found a dildo in his bedroom and brought myself off for him, you know, talking the whole time like he likes."
Nodding, Phan chewed. "Dirty talk. Uh-huh, huge button. And you do know I'll have to kill you if you keep stopping, right?"
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Poor boy. Noah figured he might as well give him the punch line. "Okay, okay. So he directed me a little, but not too much, and then he took me hard on my hands and knees right there on the living room floor. I thought he was going to blow something, he was so pent up. Jesus."
Phan stared at him. "And he let you get off? Wow. He must have really liked that blow job. Mind you, your mouth? Can't say I blame him -- and the uniform would be a huge treat for him." He grinned and shoved the rest of the pizza in his mouth. "Me, too," he mumbled as he chewed.
"He says he wants to play with me in uniform," Noah said. He winked at Phan, acknowledging his mumbled suggestion.
"Of course he does." Phan downed half his glass of Coke and burped discreetly. "And you're okay with fucking him now? Cool."
"What?" Noah snorted. "I didn't say that," he protested.
Phan raised an eyebrow. "Oh. I... huh. Noah?Wanna tell me what was said? Because I don't see Sir wanting to do fantasy play where he's all aggro on a cop. I could be wrong, though." But he didn't sound like he thought he was.
"He just said if I wanted to play in uniform he'd be up for it... I made a joke about him wanting to be patted down by a horny cop--" Noah stopped talking. "Oh." He gasped softly, the implication of those words becoming clearer in his mind.
Phan nodded sympathetically. "Uh-huh. Sorry, sweet thing. You pretty much told him you'd top."
He had, hadn't he? And not just top, but fantasy top, almost Dom even. Or actually. Oh, fuck. "Oh, fuck," he said out loud this time. "Why would he want that? You think he really wants that?"
Phan looked around, behind himself. "It's me. Didn't we already have this conversation? Yes, that's what he wants." Phan tilted his head. "I'm giving the cuddles this time, aren't I? Right then. Couch time. Come on." He stood up and took Noah's hand, almost dragging him into the living room.
"Yes, we already had this conversation," Noah reluctantly had to admit. "I don't need cuddles, I need a reality check." Noah sulked along behind Phan. "And I'm cuddling you. I've been looking forward to it all day."
"Really?" He got a shy smile. "Me, too. Okay, you cuddle me and I'll give you a reality check.Wanna lie down or sit up this time? I fell asleep last time we were lying down, remember."
"That answers your question." Noah sat and held out his arms.
Phan curled into Noah, wiggling and squirming until they were both comfortable and warm against each other. Noah knew that part of the cuddling -- the largest part -- was that it made Phan feel safe. He was able to talk better, be more honest, if he felt cared for. And it was an easy enough thing to do, once Noah understood what Phan was after.
"So," Phan said. "You haven't managed to get any more comfortable with the idea of... being with him that way. Any idea why?"
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"I'm submissive, Phan." The answer was so perfectly clear to him that Phan's question seemed almost ridiculous. Subs don't top. Subs are fucked, used, loved, whatever; they're not in the driver's seat.
"So?" Phan sighed. "He's a Dom. He likes anal sex -- getting laid by having a nice hard cock up his ass.
You like it, why can't he?"
Noah sighed. "It's just... weird." That wasn't terribly eloquent but it was true. It was weird. Awkward.
Unusual. "I know what he wants me to do, Phan, I just... I'm not sure I can do it." He hugged his arm tighter around Phan. "I mean if I'm in my space first, then maybe I can do whatever he wants, right? But then he'd have to ask me. And you said he wouldn’t ask. But if he did, I guess I could pull it off. It's just hard to think about rationally." He was babbling now, he knew. "Damn it. Am I making any sense?"
Phan nodded. "Yeah," he said quietly. "Sounds like you're pretty sure you won't like it. What happened the last time you topped?"
"What do you mean what happened? It was forever ago, I barely remember it."
"So how come you're so sure you won't enjoy it? Look, kiddo -- we've got kinks. Our sexual identities don't fit into nice little boxes. Where on earth did you get so attached to the idea that subs don't ever top?" Phan looked up at him and brushed a hand along Noah's arm in a strangely comforting gesture. "If you really don't like it, he's not going to make you. Not this."