His mouth is hanging open ever so slightly and he closes it, swallows, and nods.
"Mmhmm. Yeah... I want to see."
Noah lets his fingers wander along Jamie's inner thigh, barely there and never close enough to interfere with the action, just an idle accompaniment.
Although his cock is stiff and pressing at the front of his wrinkled slacks, he doesn't touch himself except to adjust it through them. He's much more focused on what he's sensing from Jamie, those secondhand impressions of pleasure. Looking and knowing all the while that Jamie likes him looking is as exciting as the actual sight of him slowly stuffing himself.
He makes a little sound as he works the toy a little deeper every time he pushes it in.
"Noah," he sighs and lifts his hips; his breath catches and he opens his eyes again to look at Noah's face, to watch him watching. Jamie likes the feeling of Noah's hand pressed against his thigh, sliding higher while the other boy stares in rapt attention.
"You could--you could take its place. Or leave it in and fuck me somewhere else." He squirms a bit, jerks his hips when the toy slides just right. "Or do you just wanna watch, darling?"
Every one of those options is appealing in its own way. He has to think about what he wants most... Jamie looks so inviting and it would feel so good to sink into him, but then he'd miss some of the little details he's enjoying now.
"I want you to get yourself off," he says, slowly, deciding, "...but I'll help."
Noah leans over Jamie, reaching for the lube he'd set aside, and dips his head down for a quick kiss before he pulls back. He slicks his fingers and carefully slides his hand beneath Jamie's to begin teasing his ass. Circling motions and a bit of pressure, just the tip of one finger.
Jamie makes a soft sound when Noah announces his decision and goes for the lube. He leans up to meet the kiss and pushes the toy deep as he drops back to the bed. He shifts his hips, trying to make sure Noah can reach--whatever he wants. Noah coaxes another little sound out of him as slick fingers tease against his hole with one pushing in just a little.
"Fuck, Noah," he whines softly. He pulls the toy back about half way and he forces himself to go slow as he pushes it back in, allowing himself to feel every bump and ridge. It takes everything he has not to squirm too much. He leaves the toy where it is and takes a second to get his shirt off, throwing it off the bed. His skirt is still bunched up around his waist, but it can stay there.
Noah breathes out a quiet oh. The way the toy is filling Jamie's pussy makes for a tighter fit and, like this, he can feel Jamie's movements with it transferred through the walls of his body. As he gradually slips more of his finger inside, he strokes along the bulge where it presses down and marvels at being able to trace those same ridges.
"I can feel it in you..." It's simultaneously weird and hot.
He's so enthralled by this discovery that he hardly notices what Jamie's doing with his shirt until it's gone.
Jamie shivers all over as Noah's touch slides against the toy.
"Give me another," he urges softly as the toy sinks deep. He whimpers and can't help the way he moves his hips, chasing more. He angles the toy just so as he pulls it back again, nearly all the way out. He's trying to be mindful, trying to keep the pace slow for now when all he wants to do is ride the damn thing and Noah's fingers. A blush spreads across his cheeks and his pale chest.
"Bossy," Noah comments, sounding not at all displeased by that. He withdraws that finger partway to make it easier to work a second one in alongside it. With the same air of fascination, he pushes them both in down to the second knuckle, twisting and spreading and stroking.
"You can go faster if you want," he offers. All he wants is to watch Jamie come apart. "You don't have to hold back for me."
He moves his fingers more insistently, crooking them a bit for that extra sense of pressure and fullness.
"Noah," he whines as another finger pushes in. Jamie lifts his hips, chasing the feeling. He bites his lip as he starts fucking himself with the toy in earnest, blushing and urgent as he pushes himself higher. His toes curl when Noah moves his fingers just so, forcing a gasp out of him.
Jamie adjusts the angle of the toy and it doesn't take him long after that. His thighs goes tight and he moans sharply when he finally hits his peak. He tries not to curl up, wanting Noah to be able to watch the whole thing as his orgasm shivers through him.
He keeps fucking himself, though not as hard or as fast, for a moment longer. He trembles as he finally stops, pushing the toy deep one more time and leaving it there as he tries to catch his breath.
The way Jamie squirms and tenses and clenches around Noah's fingers, coupled with the shape his mouth makes falling open on that final moan, is just so hot Noah can hardly stand it. Hazy borrowed satisfaction ripples through him, emanating from Jamie. It leaves him throbbing.
Noah waits until Jamie goes still before sliding his fingers free. He fumbles with his belt and zipper, leftover lube making the process way too slippery, and sighs as he pulls his cock out from its tight confines.
With one hand on himself, he reaches for the base of the toy with the other. "Can I...?"
Jamie's dazed for a moment. He's still fucking himself, just riding that sweet wave as Noah fumbles between his thighs. He can hear his belt and zipper come free and he can't help the grin that blossoms across his face.
"Of course you can. You always can."
There's relatively few people Jamie has ever given a kind of blanket permission to, but Noah's more than earned it.
He takes hold of the toy then and begins easing it out of Jamie, though, once it's about two thirds of the way there, he can't resist pushing it back in a little and rocking it. Just to make Jamie gasp. But only enough for a quick tease before he does pull it out and set it aside. Then Noah's leaning forward on his knees and rubbing his cock on him.
Not even penetrating him, just dragging the tip back and forth through the wetness, and it feels so good and he's so worked up from watching Jamie get off, that Noah almost comes from that alone. He could, easily. He lets out a shivery breath and has to pause for a moment, otherwise he's done for.
When Noah gets moving again, he slips into Jamie for a few shallow thrusts and one deep one as he leans down to kiss his neck, sucking harder than he means to in his fervor, and has to stop once more. Even so, it only delays the inevitable by seconds. His hips seem to roll of their own accord and he shudders as he tips over the edge.
Jamie whimpers when Noah plays with the toy. But then it's gone and he can feel Noah's cock rubbing up against him, teasing both of them. When Noah finally pushes in, he moans. His fingers tangle tight in his hair, as Noah sucks a bruise onto his neck. Perfect. Jamie loves having marks, loves to look at them later and remember exactly how he got them.
There's a stutter-stop to Noah's rhythm; Jamie can feel it when he finally comes. The blush in his cheeks deepens and he drops his head back, panting.
"Don't pull out yet," he murmurs as he tries to get closer, grinding their bodies together just to make sure Noah is as deep as he can get.
Noah's not sure he could move even if he wanted to. That was intense and, if he wasn't drawing energy from Jamie, he'd almost certainly be fading out. As it is, he feels boneless and spent. He manages some quiet noise of agreement as he lays there, still buried in Jamie, and presses a few softer kisses to his throat -- only where he can reach without lifting his head.
"I think I get the appeal now..." he mumbles after a minute. At least when it comes to watching. Maybe a toy like that still wouldn't be his first choice for himself, but he certainly enjoyed Jamie using it.
Jamie can't help the grin that brightens his face as Noah concedes the toys have some appeal. Even if it's just watching Jamie use them on himself. He strokes back Noah's hair, fingers caressing along the back of his neck as they just lay there for a moment.
He bites his lip and lolls his head to try and meet Noah's gaze.
He's teasing, but Noah's also very comfortable where he is, draped lazily over Jamie. Content with being held and petted. He could stay just like this a while longer—which doesn't mean he won't go down. He does enjoy that - quite a bit, actually - and wouldn't mind getting Jamie off again. Noah grazes his mouth against him one more time before he begins to disentangle himself.
"Get on top and I will," he says as he rolls over onto his back. Compromise.
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Jamie laughs and he's about to tell Noah he can relax for a while when Noah rolls onto his back. He looks over at the other boy and just grins. Fuck, he's smitten. Eventually, Jamie rolls too and carefully straddles Noah's head. He braces himself against the headboard, because he knows if he doesn't he'll probably fall over.
The position has him feeling excited again and he reaches down to stroke his fingers through Noah's golden curls again, giving a gentle tug.
He has a really nice view for a moment there as Jamie's hovering over him and settling down. Noah put his hands on Jamie's waist to steady him, bringing them down to grip the back of his thighs as he begins lapping, soft and slow. Nothing pinpointed about the attention he's giving yet, just broad strokes. Gradually building up to more and getting used to the angle he has to work with.
The slight clench of fingers in his hair is good, makes him a little tingly. Makes him flick his tongue with a little more pressure behind it. Part of him wants Jamie to take over and just grind on him, but not because he's slacking.
Jamie leans into the headboard at the first brush of Noah's tongue. It feels good to have Noah's hands on him and he can't help the wicked little rush he gets seeing him pinned there. Jamie bites his lip and lets his knees slide further apart so that he can put more pressure on Noah. He keeps one hand tight in his hair, holding his head as he starts to move his hips very deliberately.
"You look really good like this," he coos, quietly breathless as he moves just right over Noah's tongue, sending a little spark up his spine.
"Mmmnnmm," Noah moans against Jamie because he can't respond any other way with his mouth so thoroughly occupied. This is exactly what he was hoping for and it's intense, but not unpleasantly so. He tries to keep his tongue firm and closes his eyes to better focus on the sensations of Jamie riding his face, rubbing himself all soft and wet over his mouth.
Sometimes when he tilts his hips down, it results in his pubic bone kind of mashing Noah's upper lip into his teeth, but that's bearable. Noah would be fine with him really going to town, honestly. It won't do him any harm and he likes being used like this, getting to feel Jamie enjoying himself.
Jamie closes his eyes and tightens his fingers in Noah's hair before he lets go. He supports himself against the wall and once he has his balance, he starts moving more deliberately.
"Fuck, push your tongue up a little--fuck."
He bites his lip when he moves his hips just right and Noah's tongue teases inside him. He reminds himself that Noah doesn't really need to breathe as he grinds against his tongue.
"I could just keep you like this," he murmurs, quietly breathless. "Use you whenever I like."
Noah's not even thinking about breathing. Although he often gives the appearance of doing so, it's only out of habit. One of those unconscious processes that's hard to shake long after its purpose has become immaterial. Actually getting air is no longer a concern.
All he cares about doing is sticking his tongue out as far as he can so Jamie can fuck himself on it. That's all that seems to matter in the space his world has narrowed to.
Though there is half a second where his fingers tense on Jamie's thighs. It's just dirty talk, he knows, he knows that... But he can't control the twinge of apprehension it brings up. The memory of his heart in Jamie's hand. His eyes flutter open and closed again. This is different... He's here because he wants to be.
If he was thinking straight, he might not have said it. As it is, he's too wrapped up in how good he feels. Jamie's fingers tighten in Noah's hair and his movements get a little more erratic, demanding, until he's finally tensing up over the other boy's head with a delicious shudder.
"Oh, fuck--fuck Noah--"
He's trembling as another orgasm crashes through him. He chases that feeling - and Noah's tongue - just a little longer before he finally pulls back. Jamie sort of teeters off to the side, collapsing onto the bed next to Noah and looking blissed out. He lets his leg stay draped over Noah's chest.
In his own way drained by the experience, Noah blinks up at the ceiling slowly. His face feels slick and sticky from his chin to the tip of his nose. He licks his lips and then turns his head to wipe the rest on Jamie's sheets, letting out a soft laugh.
Jamie grins and looks over at Noah. He feels that kind of warm, dazed glow and everything is good. He reaches to brush his fingers along Noah's cheek, then moves closer to kiss him.
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"Mmhmm. Yeah... I want to see."
Noah lets his fingers wander along Jamie's inner thigh, barely there and never close enough to interfere with the action, just an idle accompaniment.
Although his cock is stiff and pressing at the front of his wrinkled slacks, he doesn't touch himself except to adjust it through them. He's much more focused on what he's sensing from Jamie, those secondhand impressions of pleasure. Looking and knowing all the while that Jamie likes him looking is as exciting as the actual sight of him slowly stuffing himself.
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"Noah," he sighs and lifts his hips; his breath catches and he opens his eyes again to look at Noah's face, to watch him watching. Jamie likes the feeling of Noah's hand pressed against his thigh, sliding higher while the other boy stares in rapt attention.
"You could--you could take its place. Or leave it in and fuck me somewhere else." He squirms a bit, jerks his hips when the toy slides just right. "Or do you just wanna watch, darling?"
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"I want you to get yourself off," he says, slowly, deciding, "...but I'll help."
Noah leans over Jamie, reaching for the lube he'd set aside, and dips his head down for a quick kiss before he pulls back. He slicks his fingers and carefully slides his hand beneath Jamie's to begin teasing his ass. Circling motions and a bit of pressure, just the tip of one finger.
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"Fuck, Noah," he whines softly. He pulls the toy back about half way and he forces himself to go slow as he pushes it back in, allowing himself to feel every bump and ridge. It takes everything he has not to squirm too much. He leaves the toy where it is and takes a second to get his shirt off, throwing it off the bed. His skirt is still bunched up around his waist, but it can stay there.
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"I can feel it in you..." It's simultaneously weird and hot.
He's so enthralled by this discovery that he hardly notices what Jamie's doing with his shirt until it's gone.
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"Give me another," he urges softly as the toy sinks deep. He whimpers and can't help the way he moves his hips, chasing more. He angles the toy just so as he pulls it back again, nearly all the way out. He's trying to be mindful, trying to keep the pace slow for now when all he wants to do is ride the damn thing and Noah's fingers. A blush spreads across his cheeks and his pale chest.
"Don't stop."
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"You can go faster if you want," he offers. All he wants is to watch Jamie come apart. "You don't have to hold back for me."
He moves his fingers more insistently, crooking them a bit for that extra sense of pressure and fullness.
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Jamie adjusts the angle of the toy and it doesn't take him long after that. His thighs goes tight and he moans sharply when he finally hits his peak. He tries not to curl up, wanting Noah to be able to watch the whole thing as his orgasm shivers through him.
He keeps fucking himself, though not as hard or as fast, for a moment longer. He trembles as he finally stops, pushing the toy deep one more time and leaving it there as he tries to catch his breath.
"Holy shit."
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Noah waits until Jamie goes still before sliding his fingers free. He fumbles with his belt and zipper, leftover lube making the process way too slippery, and sighs as he pulls his cock out from its tight confines.
With one hand on himself, he reaches for the base of the toy with the other. "Can I...?"
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"Of course you can. You always can."
There's relatively few people Jamie has ever given a kind of blanket permission to, but Noah's more than earned it.
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Not even penetrating him, just dragging the tip back and forth through the wetness, and it feels so good and he's so worked up from watching Jamie get off, that Noah almost comes from that alone. He could, easily. He lets out a shivery breath and has to pause for a moment, otherwise he's done for.
When Noah gets moving again, he slips into Jamie for a few shallow thrusts and one deep one as he leans down to kiss his neck, sucking harder than he means to in his fervor, and has to stop once more. Even so, it only delays the inevitable by seconds. His hips seem to roll of their own accord and he shudders as he tips over the edge.
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There's a stutter-stop to Noah's rhythm; Jamie can feel it when he finally comes. The blush in his cheeks deepens and he drops his head back, panting.
"Don't pull out yet," he murmurs as he tries to get closer, grinding their bodies together just to make sure Noah is as deep as he can get.
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"I think I get the appeal now..." he mumbles after a minute. At least when it comes to watching. Maybe a toy like that still wouldn't be his first choice for himself, but he certainly enjoyed Jamie using it.
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He bites his lip and lolls his head to try and meet Noah's gaze.
"What if I told you to go down on me right now?"
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He's teasing, but Noah's also very comfortable where he is, draped lazily over Jamie. Content with being held and petted. He could stay just like this a while longer—which doesn't mean he won't go down. He does enjoy that - quite a bit, actually - and wouldn't mind getting Jamie off again. Noah grazes his mouth against him one more time before he begins to disentangle himself.
"Get on top and I will," he says as he rolls over onto his back. Compromise.
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The position has him feeling excited again and he reaches down to stroke his fingers through Noah's golden curls again, giving a gentle tug.
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The slight clench of fingers in his hair is good, makes him a little tingly. Makes him flick his tongue with a little more pressure behind it. Part of him wants Jamie to take over and just grind on him, but not because he's slacking.
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"You look really good like this," he coos, quietly breathless as he moves just right over Noah's tongue, sending a little spark up his spine.
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Sometimes when he tilts his hips down, it results in his pubic bone kind of mashing Noah's upper lip into his teeth, but that's bearable. Noah would be fine with him really going to town, honestly. It won't do him any harm and he likes being used like this, getting to feel Jamie enjoying himself.
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"Fuck, push your tongue up a little--fuck."
He bites his lip when he moves his hips just right and Noah's tongue teases inside him. He reminds himself that Noah doesn't really need to breathe as he grinds against his tongue.
"I could just keep you like this," he murmurs, quietly breathless. "Use you whenever I like."
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All he cares about doing is sticking his tongue out as far as he can so Jamie can fuck himself on it. That's all that seems to matter in the space his world has narrowed to.
Though there is half a second where his fingers tense on Jamie's thighs. It's just dirty talk, he knows, he knows that... But he can't control the twinge of apprehension it brings up. The memory of his heart in Jamie's hand. His eyes flutter open and closed again. This is different... He's here because he wants to be.
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"Oh, fuck--fuck Noah--"
He's trembling as another orgasm crashes through him. He chases that feeling - and Noah's tongue - just a little longer before he finally pulls back. Jamie sort of teeters off to the side, collapsing onto the bed next to Noah and looking blissed out. He lets his leg stay draped over Noah's chest.
"You're wonderful."
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"You were doing all the work."
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Jamie grins and looks over at Noah. He feels that kind of warm, dazed glow and everything is good. He reaches to brush his fingers along Noah's cheek, then moves closer to kiss him.
"That was fun," he coos.