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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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.