Bondage (29 page)

"That's naughty, too. Are you getting ahead of me?" Noah kept moving backward, into the hall toward the master bedroom. He popped the button on his jeans and lowered his fly as he hit the threshold. "Are we going in?" he asked, tugging his cock free.

"Oh, yeah," Phan breathed, his eyes on Noah's cock. "God, yes; sixty-nine in the middle of the bed. And then we can talk about Sir and get all wound up again..."

"Works for me." Noah dropped his jeans and his shirt in a heap at the foot of the bed. "I get top," he said with a grin as he threw himself onto it. He gave his balls a squeeze and watched Phan undress.

Phan nodded, trying to take his T-shirt off without losing sight of Noah. It looked kind of funny, but Phan's cock was sticking out of his jeans, looking hard and needy, and that killed some of the giggles. "Yeah, you on top. Gonna fuck my mouth?" Phan asked, shimmying out of his jeans, his prick waving madly.

"Might. If you ever get over here." Noah hadn't meant to growl, but he was quite sure that was how it sounded.

Phan climbed on the bed and batted Noah's hand away from his cock. "Here," he pointed out, licking at Noah's nipple and wrapping his hand around Noah's dick. "Fuck, you make me hot."

The feeling was mutual, but Noah didn't feel like talking about it. Instead, he grabbed the hair at the back of Phan's head, turning his face upwards, and kissed him hard, pushing his tongue past the boy's lips. Phan's hand felt so good, his body was warm and the way Phan just melted against him made him shiver and his skin tingle.

He wanted to make Phan feel just as good.

Whimpering, Phan kissed him back, mouth wide open and his body wiggly as Phan tried to rub off on him, the hand on Noah's cock tightening. Shaking, Phan suddenly pulled away, his breath coming in pants. "Want to suck you." He lay back, tugging Noah to move, to turn around. "Love your cock in my mouth. Taste so good."

It was a good thing they had permission to do this, as Noah didn't know how he'd ever manage to stop himself. He turned and raised his knee, setting it down carefully so he was straddling Phan's head, a knee by each ear. He grinned at what he was presented with in turn, Phan's stiff cock straining upwards toward him.

"Want to make you come so hard you see stars," Noah said, growling again, his voice deep like it always was got when he was aroused. It was the last thing he said with words, the rest he managed with his tongue.

He licked up Phan's length, and then let Phan's cock slide along his neck and throat as he bent farther to suck his balls one by one into his mouth. The mixture of Phan's own musk and the sweet tang of his sweat made Noah a little lightheaded. He was so different than Tobias, in all the right ways.

"Oh, God," Phan moaned, his hips twitching. Then Noah's cock was bathed in heat as Phan took him in, Phan's hands playing with Noah's ass and balls. Phan's constant moans and gasps added to the tease.

Noah felt himself groan as heat rushed to his hips, making his balls feel heavy and his cock ache. He let himself enjoy it for a moment before taking a deep breath and returning the favor. He took Phan in slowly, scrubbing Phan's shaft with his tongue and swallowing him down his throat.

In moments the room was awash in sounds from both of them, moans and grunts that Noah was only dimly aware of. It was hard to concentrate, and Noah found that the more keenly he felt his need, the more attention he gave to Phan, sucking harder and deeper even as Phan did the same.

Phan was hungry, his mouth devouring with an intensity that Noah hadn't felt from him in a while; fingers traced his inner thighs and up to his hole before moving quickly past, like Phan was fighting to play by the rules. The sounds he made grew louder, and Phan's hips moved faster, pushing his cock into Noah's mouth with increasing urgency.

Noah felt himself starting to thrust. He tried to hold back, he didn't want to push Phan too hard or take too much, but it felt so good. It was getting more and more difficult not to use his leverage and as he felt his balls pull up and his hips tighten he gave in, fucking the deep, wet heat of Phan's mouth without restraint.

He rubbed his fingers over Phan's hole as he took the thrusts, spreading him slightly and putting pressure against him but also careful not to break the rules. He wanted to, though; God, how he wanted to.

Phan went wild under him, thrusting and sucking and Noah knew that if he could have, Phan would have been begging for it, pleading. The cock in his mouth swelled even harder and Phan froze as he started to come, shooting down Noah's throat.

Noah's hips kept moving and he shoved an arm under Phan's hips and held them up off the mattress as he swallowed. He managed to hold his orgasm off until Phan had finished, then pulled his mouth away and gasped as he let himself spill. His thrusts became jerky and shallow and finally stopped altogether as the blood roared in his ears and his knees went to jelly. He might have screamed, or maybe he begged, he really didn't know what sounds had come from him as he filled Phan's mouth.

Phan swallowed and moaned and licked him clean, his hands petting Noah constantly, his entire body still twitching and moving under Noah until he finally moved to the side and let Noah collapse. "So sexy," Phan whispered, turning on his side and nuzzling Noah's balls. "You're amazing, you know."

"Your mouth is incredible," he said as he flopped on his side facing Phan. "I could just stay there forever -- well, I couldn't manage it, probably, but I'd like to, you know what I mean. Oh, God, I'm babbling. That was amazing. Jesus." He was still catching his breath. He shouldn't try to talk after sex, he always sounded like an idiot.

"Uh-huh." Phan just nodded and leaned close to kiss him softly, taking his time. By the time he was done he'd curled around Noah and was in full snuggle mode, with one hand cupping Noah's cock and balls gently. "God, I wanted you to finger me," he said with a sigh.

"Fuck, yeah. I so would have, too. And you, I thought for a minute I was going to have to stop you." Noah grinned and pulled Phan close.

Phan giggled, his breath still coming in pants, his hand heavy on Noah's balls. "Usually I like Sir's rules. Even when he's way over the... uh, the top." Phan giggled again.

Noah laughed. Phan's fingers were warm, and not particularly distracting. Yet. "He has a reason for this one, and I get it, but it's getting... uh, harder." Noah snickered.

Phan snorted. "That was bad, kitten. Naughty, even." He grinned and kissed Noah again. "What's the... hmm. What's he done to you that was really hard but so, so worth it? Sex, I mean -- I know the cage was hard, but that's not what I mean."

"Sex? Hm." Noah thought about it. "Well I remember early on, back when we were still kind of getting to know one another and we only saw each other on the weekends, there was this one week when he'd told me Monday morning before I headed off to work that I wasn't to touch myself at all, all week, except to take a piss or in the shower and then only to wash and nothing else, right?"

Noah remembered that week well. "So, of course, the whole idea of saving myself for a whole week for him, just because he wanted me to, well it was such a turn-on I was hard all the way to work." He laughed. "God, that was awful. So I managed it, somehow, and by Friday I had the worst case of blue balls I think I've ever had. I was so horny and so hard by the time the car got me to the farm that I walked in the door and made a complete fool of myself begging him to let me come, any way he wanted. I guess he pitied me because we ended up making love… long and slow, and it was amazing. His hands and his mouth and... Jesus, it was incredible."

Phan purred against him. "Denial; lovely trick of his. He used to put me on a no contact rule and then spend an hour or so telling me about his jerk off session in the shower."

Noah nodded. "Yeah, he tied me up and jerked off for me one day. Told me to watch him, learn him. It was hot as hell."

Phan wiggled again, his cock firming up against Noah's thigh. "The hardest times though, were when he got all... super Dom on me. Once, when I was a slave, we were out at the farm for a weekend. He'd had his breakfast and showered, then announced he had some work to do. So he got me hard, put a ring on me and tied me up. I mean, full bondage, with chains and straps and hands cuffed behind my back... and he jammed a plug in my ass and made me kneel by him. In his office downstairs."

Phan shifted again, his hand starting to massage Noah's balls. "He blindfolded me and I wasn't allowed to talk. He did his work, and all I had to do was stay hard, you know? Not allowed to come, just... be there. I don't know how long it was before he got up -- I thought he was done. But he got down on the floor and sucked me, noises and all, playing with the plug and sucking my dick..." Phan's breath was coming faster, his fingers starting to stroke Noah.

"And then the doorbell rang. He got up and let in whoever it was -- I never found out, but it was someone scene friendly, 'cause Sir brought him right into the office and they talked about something for a long time, and I was just... there. Like that. When the man left, Sir fucked me so hard I came twice."

Noah was stiff against Phan's palm. He loved that image -- Phan tied up and blindfolded, helpless -- and Tobias on the floor sucking on him. He groaned and before he could stop himself he'd pushed Phan onto his back and was hanging over him.

"God, I want to fuck you," he growled and shoved a knee between Phan's legs. "I know we can't; I know, but Christ, I want you so bad."

Phan nodded, his legs wrapping around Noah's waist. "Want you to do it," he said roughly. "Can almost feel it, my ass is aching for it." He rocked, rubbing them together. "Love you. Want you."

Noah leaned down to kiss him, trapping their cocks between their bodies. He closed his eyes and he could almost see them fucking, his cock buried deep inside Phan, pumping and thrusting. He ground his hips into Phan's and moaned. "Love you, Phan. Want you," he repeated. "Want you so fucking much."

Phan bucked up against him, his hands grabbing at Noah's ass and squeezing, the tips of his fingers brushing close to Noah's hole. He was panting against Noah's skin, the smell of sex strong around them. "Fuck me hard," he whispered. "Think about it. Pushing into me, filling me. Oh, God." Phan moaned and bucked again.

"Yes!" Noah thrust, rubbing off on Phan's belly. He let himself get lost in the fantasy to the point where he could almost feel Phan's ass tight around him. He grunted and opened his eyes to watch Phan's face. "Take it, baby, you feel it? I'm shoving into you, fucking you, deep and hard. Oh, yeah. Oh, God, so good." He had one arm braced by Phan's head and the other tangled in the sheets. "Uh! Yes!"

Phan shook under him, his back arching. "Harder, Noah. God, more. Fuck me, need it -- need you -- so much!" His eyes were glazed, their cocks leaking and slipping, and Noah could feel Phan's prick throb. "Fuck me!" Phan cried out, the tendons in his neck standing out as he strained toward Noah.

Phan was beautiful. Noah loved the way his whole body begged for release. Every muscle, everything Phan had ached for Noah to give him what he needed. "You're gorgeous," he whispered, panting heavily as he continued to grind, pressing their bodies close together. "So tight, baby, so good." his voice was rough and tight, and it was getting harder to breathe as the fire in his belly made its way lower. "Come for me, Phan, show me."

"Oh, God, oh, God," Phan chanted, his eyes drifting closed. "Oh, fuck!" His eyes flew open again and he stared at Noah. "There, there, there, now!" A gush of warm fluid spurted between them and Phan cried out Noah's name as he came.

Phan's eyes alone could have pushed him over. They were deep and trusting and hot, and Noah had no way of hanging on once Phan started to go. He gulped air and twisted his body slightly getting in one more perfect thrust before he fell, his climax tumbling from him out of control, mingling with Phan's spunk and soaking them both.

"Oh,
God
," Phan breathed. "I have
got
to work on my connection to reality. I almost felt that."

"Fuck reality." Noah grinned and leaned down to kiss Phan. When he pulled away he looked down at the sticky pool of come between them. "Damn, that was messy."

"Did we get any on the sheets?"

Noah looked around critically. "If we're very careful, the sheets might be safe."

Phan nodded. "You be careful. I can't move."

"Oh, that makes me so smug, you have no idea." Noah leaned down and kissed him again. He could still taste a little of his own seed on Phan's tongue.

"Whatever," Phan grinned at him. "Come on, kitten. You spilled the cream, you get to clean it up..."

"Har har. I beg your pardon, but half this mess is yours. In fact, I think you made a mess first, didn't you?"

Phan nodded. "I did. And then you made a mess -- and it was your idea to make a mess on Sir's bed, don't forget. And the mess is on me, it's not like I can get up." He looked rather smug about that, actually.

Noah laughed. "Then I guess you're stuck here. And believe me, if we're going to get in trouble for being naughty in Sir's bed, the fact that it was my idea isn't going to help you."

Phan tilted his head and stretched. "You don't think?"

"No," Noah said coyly. He wasn't convinced what he was saying was true, but it was fun to tease Phan in any case. "Because you had a choice; I certainly didn't force you to be a bad boy."

Giggling, Phan just shook his head. "Noah. I'm lying here with cold spunk all over me. Go get a fucking cloth, will you? Then we can curl up in the bed and wait for Sir, and maybe get off once more." He wiggled his eyebrows outrageously.

"I was enjoying torturing you." Noah stuck out his tongue and slid off the bed carefully. He stomach was slick, too, though not quite as soaked as Phan's was. "I don't know if I can get off again. I saw lots of little stars that last time," he muttered, as he went into Tobias' bathroom. He spent a few minutes cleaning himself up before returning to bed with a damp cloth for Phan. He cleaned Phan's stomach and chest carefully, and said, "A nap is sounding so good."