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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"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.