AN: This is basically all sex. Enjoy...?
Our ride home is silent. Noiz is suspiciously focused on the road ahead. I can see his jaw twitching and I can almost hear the grinding of his teeth. Despite his outward aloofness, I sense that he was hoping the meeting would've gone better. After all we'd been through he had only one hope: his parents approving of at least one thing in his life.
Without thinking about it, I reach over and stroke his cheek with the back of my hand. It's so warm. At first he says nothing, but after a minute he says gruffly, "What are you doing?" Quickly I pull my hand back. Of course that would upset him.
"Sorry." My voice quivers as I apologize.
"Why are you apologizing?" He quips, giving me a sidelong glance. His green eyes are cold.
Looking away I mutter quietly, "For touching you when you're obviously upset, dummy." My heart feels so heavy when he looks at me like that.
Noiz let's out a ridiculously long sigh. "I'm not upset. At least... Not at you." He tags on the last bit as an afterthought.
Despite what his mouth says, his jaw continues to twitch, and his teeth continue to grind together. I have nothing to add to the conversation so after opening and closing my mouth a few times, like a fool, I stay silent, opting to stare out the window instead.
When we arrive back at the small apartment building, Noiz pulls into a spot and exits the car without a word. Unbuckling myself, I follow suit. The air around him is so tense I feel like I'm suffocating. Who knew that something like this could make him so tangibly unhappy? The usual wall around him, that stands strong and impenetrable, is cracking and straining. In my head, I search for something to say to him. Anything will do, just something so that I don't suffocate in the silence.
Trudging along behind him, we climb a few floors to our humble home. Although I say we, I know it's his. There's no 'we' yet. Maybe there never will be.
As soon as we enter, Noiz kicks off his shoes and loosens the tie around his neck. He breathes a quiet sigh and staggers towards the back living room. I follow after him as soon as I remove my own shoes, and straighten the ones he so carelessly tossed aside.
Back in the living room, Noiz took the liberty of sprawling himself across the sofa, arm over his eyes. He's still quiet, though I feel like he's searching for something to say. Waiting patiently for him to address me first, I busy myself getting something to drink. Raising my voice had caused my throat to dry out.
After ten minutes of utter silence Noiz speaks, his voice cracking. "I'm sorry... About what happened."
Turning in the chair I'd sitting in, I gaze at him. He's not facing me but I can feel his eyes peering at me. "Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault." I audibly sigh. "It isn't like you to apologize, you know."
His arm drops to his side so that his green eyes are piercing me like needles. Although cold, I can see a deep sadness in them, too. My heart aches inside my chest. The feeling of it being torn apart almost felt normal by this point. Everything going on today was making my heart ache. "We could've just said fuck it. I could've ignored them, like I've done all this time, but instead I dragged you into it."
"It's important to you, right?" I ask as I stand. I cross the floor to the sofa and look down at him for a second before I wrap my hands lightly around his head and lift it. As he gives me a questioning look, though making no motion to move, I slide onto the couch and put his head back down against my thigh. He immediately settles into it, making himself comfortable. I begin running my fingers through his soft, already tousled hair. "They're still your family, so I can understand wanting them to know."
Noiz snorts and closes his eyes. "Can I still call them family?"
"Of course." I reply quickly. Although it was an automatic response, it almost felt wrong to say it. Those people had treated him so terribly, to the point of insanity, so could they really be called family? If all they have are blood ties, can they really be related?
Noiz slowly flips onto his side, burying his nose into my leg. "Granny accepted it so quickly that I find it a little hard to believe my blood parents would be so... So..." He's at a loss for words.
Continuing to stroke his hair, I shrug and reply, "Granny is different. She still hasn't quite adjusted to it, and I'm sure she's awfully sad that she won't have great grandchildren, but she's a smart woman. She wants what's best for us, and above all she wants us to be happy. Since we're not related by blood, I don't have any responsibility in carrying on our family tree." My fingers stop stroking his hair and slowly make their way to his pale face to trace the contours of his eyes; his nose; his lips. Abruptly I change the subject. "I miss your piercings."
Slowly his green eyes open. "Really?"
I nod. My fingers trace the bridge of his nose where one piercing had been. He goes cross-eyed as he tries to watch me. I stoke the spot fondly before tracing my finger down his well-shaped nose all the way down to his lips. I graze my fingers across where his snake-bite piercings used to be, taking notice of the fact that I could still, very faintly, feel where the piercings had been. "You should put them back in."
"Hah?" Noiz's eyes widen a little. "Are you crazy? How long do you think it's been since I had those holes in my face?"
Once again I shrug. If I could've I probably would've put my fingers in his mouth, too, but I hold myself back. I know there's only so much I can do when he's in this kind of mood. To be honest, I miss the clicking of his pierced tongue against my teeth when we kiss. It brings a sense of comfort to me, and a strange sense of nostalgia. It had been one of the first few things I'd taken note of, about him physically. "It can't hurt that much right?"
Very slowly Noiz sits up and turns to look at me. His brow is furrowed and I can sense impatience in his body. "Aoba, I haven't worn them in three months. All the hole's have closed. I couldn't feel anything when I got them originally, but now that I can feel pain again, just how much do you think it would hurt? How'd you like it if I suddenly started shoving little needles into you all over your body?" His face is pouting.
Looking at the floor I don't respond for a second. "I'm sorry." I say, looking back at him, looking as apologetic as I can. "I guess I didn't think about the fact that piercings hurt."
Noiz sighs, loudly, before sitting back against the couch. "If you're that sorry, show me."
I tilt my head to the side questioningly. "Show you? How?"
There's a hint of a smile on his lips and his green eyes shine with mischief. Bringing a finger to his mouth he taps his lips. "There's only one way, stupid."
For a very brief moment, I'm stumped, but as soon as I get it my face turns a fiery red. "You little perv!" I squeak, my voice caught in my throat.
"It's only a kiss." He murmurs. His voice, and playful tone, resonates, in my chest.
Turning stubbornly away I reply, "It's never just a kiss." I feel a gentle hand on the nape of my neck, stroking my still sensitive hair. A moment later, warm air heats the same spot before travelling from there, to the side of my neck and then down my shoulder. His hot breath, against my chilly skin, sends sparks down my body. I close my eyes on instinct when lips brush against my ear, and, once again, down my neck. My hair is being softly tugged as it's brushed out of the way, allowing him better access. Until recently, I had never realized how sensitive my neck has become. Whenever it's being touched, it's like a fire is being lit, burning the preciously pale skin.
"Just a kiss, I swear." he breathes right against my ear and my body stiffness. His fingers trace down my shoulders before slowly inching down my chest. My breath hitches in my chest and I lean my head back. Everything feels electric right now, and I'm trying hard not to lose my head. I reach up and claw at his hand with my own.
Mewling quietly I wheeze, "But this isn't just a kiss, Noiz." My voice is quivering and my hands are shaking. Just feeling him against me brings old feelings to the surface. The memory of our first time together, back in Glitter, surfaces for just a second, but it's enough. My body is alight and I can't stop it. I crave him. But I must resist. I must not give in. As the older one, I must practice restraint.
It's a losing battle.
Noiz's long fingers easily brush past mine as they slowly continue to creep down my body. They brush over my nipples and my entire body jerks forward. They're already standing up. Since when did just being this close to him make me so reactive?
Noiz chuckles quietly, almost silently, as he lips press to my ear again. "Hm? That's what you say but your body doesn't quite agree." His fingers were on my thighs now, firmly tracing down towards my knees.
"How did a conversation about your piercings lead us here, anyway?" I say, trying to stay aware. Why couldn't I have just given him a single kiss? I know why. I think ruefully. My body never lies.
Hot breath crawls against my skin and I feel a short, sharp pain, in the crook of my shoulder as Noiz bites down. His hands are crawling back up my legs, growing closer and closer to my inner thighs. I feel like my body is shaking as my head digs deeper into Noiz's shoulder. "What's it matter?" He asks breathlessly. "I'm all pent up and irritated." His fingers are so close to my cock I can almost feel it. My body acts on its own and my lower half becomes heated. Inside my chest my heart beats wildly, unable to control itself. Just his fingers are causing my body, and mind, to go astray.
I shouldn't let him control me like this.
I wish it were that easy.
Trying to hold on to my last bit of conscious state my quaking hands grab his tightly, stopping him from proceeding any further. "That's exactly why this isn't the right time. I shouldn't have mentioned your piercings." I feel like a child who's trying to pull their parent in one direction and failing. My grip is so weak Noiz could slip away at any second. He plays it up to me though, pretending as though my hands hold any hindrance to his objective. "We should wait until you're cooled do-" My voice catches when I feel teeth digging gently into the cartilage of my ear. A wet tongue licks the wound before trailing down into the inner cavern. The sound of him lapping at it resounds directly in my ear drum and I shudder heavily. It's so loud and my heart beats faster.
I feel deaf.
The sound of him licking my ear, and the pounding of my own heart, drowns out everything else. My mind is growing more and more hazy, and my grip on him has gone slack. I can't hold on. I want him so badly that I can think of nothing else. I no longer care about his missing piercings, or his awful parents, or the fact that I'm in a foreign land, so far from home.
"What's that?" He asks in his gruff, rumbling, voice. I love the sound of it so much and yet I can barely hear him through everything else. Everywhere his body is connected to mine feels like electricity coursing through my veins; through every pore.
I try to reply but my voice is gone.
Noiz's fingers slip from my grasp and finish their ascent to my crotch where they grab hold of my now pending erection. I was so lost in the sound of his voice, and the feeling of his lips against my skin, my brain hadn't even processed what was happening to my lower body. It aches. It aches so much I feel about ready to lose my mind. His fingers are skilfully teasing me through the fabric of my jeans, tugging, and stroking, and doing everything physically possible and it's too much. A noize, unfamiliar, slips through my lips and I powerlessly claw at his hands. His tongue works it way from my ear, across my jaw, to my lips where he plasters a kiss so breathtaking the lights dance in front of my eyes. All the stimulation makes my skin physically crawl and though my brain tells me to stop him, my body is already in control.
After stealing every last bit of air my lungs can hold, Noiz mutters, "Bedroom." Without a moments hesitation I nod and then detangle myself from his hold. Standing, my knees nearly buckle, again, and he catches me. (Just like always.) Placing an arm around my waist he guides us to the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
As soon as we enter the room, the animal in him roars forth. The tie he still wears loosely around his neck is torn off before he wraps them around my wrists, while fiercely leaving kisses along my neckline. I can't question it.
Then I'm on the bed, my face buried into the pillows. Noiz is messing around with his neck tie so I glance up. Through hazy eyes I see him tying me to the headboard, restricting my movement. I panic for a minute, my mind snapping into clarity for just a second, but his hands on my body drag my consciousness down once again and I'm under.
His warm hands caress my face, first with his palms, and then his knuckles, before travelling ever so slowly down my body. He traces the curve of my shoulders and my chest. He touches the indent of my pelvic bones and the slightly stuck out ass. With feathery touches his hands glide over my thighs all the way to my ankles before crawling back up. Without saying a word he reaches for my belt and undoes it. He rips it from the belt loops in my jeans and tosses it aside. Next his fingers pry open my pants and brings down slowly over my hips before sliding them off and adding them to the pile.
My face is lit up, surely, like a Christmas tree. I can feel those beautiful green eyes staring me down like prey and I'm so helpless. My breaths are short and wild, and my heart continues to beat as though it's the only sound that matters. His fingers bite into my hips and sides when he traces my body before he pulls my underwear off over my hips as well. I shiver a little at the less than expected chilly air in the room.
Without warning Noiz grabs my ass and pulls my cheeks apart, completely exposing me. I let out a squeak in surprise. "Noiz!" My voice barely makes a sound. I try twisting my body around to stop him but the grip of the tie is too tight and I can't break free. All I can do is watch, in slight horror, as he stares my entrance down, licking his lips like a starving lion. "What are you doing you perverted brat?" I struggle harder, but it's impossible. My strength has been sapped away and his grip is just too strong.
"Just stay quiet." He whispers, running his tongue over his lips again. And again. And again. The seductiveness of the simple movement makes my body flare up in anticipation. Leaning in, he uses his nose to push my shirt up so that my back is exposed. As soon as it's where he wants it his lips plant heavy kisses along my spine. Each one burns but it's heavenly. His pace slows as he gets to my hips. For what feels like forever he does nothing but what comes next practically makes me heart stop.
His tongue comes out and he takes one long lick from my twitching entrance all the way up my crack to my back. Without realizing it I jump to my knees in response, only sticking my ass out further. There's an unbelievably satisfied smirk on his lips and his green eyes are brimming with a mischief my brain can't even comprehend right now.
"Hmm. Did that feel good?"
If I could, I would smack him.
Instead I shake my head and glower.
Chuckling quietly Noiz says, "Your body disagrees." His grip on my ass loosens as he drapes himself over me. His hands snake around my body down to my erection (now standing at full attention) and grips it hard. Another unfamiliar noise escapes my lips. My face continues to grow more and more red. For a few agonizing seconds he works it up, and down, until I can feel myself leaking precum. Even though we've only just started my body begs for release.
Why is this brat so skilled?
Soon his hands leave my cock to venture back to my ass where, once more, he pulls them apart and exposes me even further. Once again he leans in, and once more I'm shocked by what he does. He leans in with his tongue out, and this time, he licks from the underside of my balls all the way to my hole. After a few times he keeps his tongue at the little puckered entrance and pushes the tip in, swirling it around, loosening it. The sounds my ears perceive are messy and wet and my lower half has gone numb.
I violently throw my head back when I feel his tongue press inside of me, without hesitation. My eyes wide, all I can do is try to keep my entire body from going slack as he ravages my insides. I've never felt anything quite like this before. My knees shake and I pull, uselessly, at my bindings. Unnatural noises escape my open lips and I can feel a single droplet of sweat roll down my temple.
"N-Noiz." I wheeze as my head droops. "Please, no more. You brat. Stop." It gets harder to speak with every word and his tirade continues, uninhibited. His large hands are kneading my spread buttcheeks and he has his nose nuzzled right against my skin. Every time he exhales I feel the hot air spread over my most sensitive region and it's making my body go absolutely haywire.
My thoughts are a foggy mess.
Nothing is clear.
After an (actual) eternity, and with my cock straining beyond comprehension, Noiz pulls back, smacking his lips. The mischievous look in his eye has only grown worse. I feel as his hands glide up to my waist where he the flips me gracefully onto my back. Putting his hands on my knees he spreads my legs as far they can go, exposing everything. Without really thinking, I attempt to squeeze them shut, shame simmering in my subconscious.
"Don't be like that." He caresses my legs down to my inner thighs and brings them back to my knee's. "It's too late to be embarrassed." Leaning in he presses his lips to collar bone and nips a line down to my, now, exposed nipples. He takes the small protrusion between his lips and sucks long and hard. His tongue twitches and dances around it until its hard and stiff in his mouth.
I can't breathe.
Tossing my head to the side I let out a loud groan that echoes a little in the mostly empty room. "I-I can't." I breathe. My body begs for relief as Noiz continues to do his thing. His hot hands trace patterns down my legs, stopping just before my raging erection, then teasingly moving back. My hands ache to hold onto his. "U-u-untie me." I sputter, feebly holding out my arms. To no surprise, he shakes his head.
Pulling away from my nipples he tongue leads a trail down my abdomen to my navel, which he licks at playfully, and makes his final descent. Before my hazy mind even registers what's happening, my cock is encased in the hot cavern of his mouth. "Hnn!"My eyes widen in surprise. "Ha-hah-" My breathing is getting more ragged with each passing second. Weak fingers grasp for something to hold onto.
His head bobs up and down over my erection. His tongue glides from the base to the tip before pushing into the small slit in the head. My body heaves and my already wound up heart skips a few beats. I believe my brain is no longer registering anything, and my body reacts purely on its own.
He takes my balls in one hand and plays with them. He squeezes them between his fingers and tugs on them. Shortened fingernails dig into the tender flesh. His long tongue pushes against the head of my cock even harder before pulling back a little. Licking his lips again, Noiz dives back in, this time trailing his tongue over the large vein that's visibly throbbing.
This goes on for awhile but finally there's heavy tightening in my stomach, and what hazy thoughts were left, vanish. My hips shake with pure anticipation. Noiz can tell, so he becomes more ferocious in his ministrations. His tongue swirls and dances along the length of my erection. And then. It's over. I cry out with everything I have and there's sweet release. As my mind clears, I feel Noiz still wrapped around my length. After a few seconds I realize it's because he's swallowing my release. Startled, I immediately try to pull myself away, but he's firmly grasping my hips.
He continues to drink until my body empties. Feeling satisfied he pulls away and cleans his lips. He's making a face and muttering about "how bitter it is." Using his thumb, he wipes away a bit of semen that hadn't quite made it into his mouth. Then his lips curve into an impish grim. "Have you been building up?"
Turning red I shout, "How could I? You've had me for dinner every night since you came back!" Chuckling he strokes my stomach, eyes on my face. "Not that I'm complaining." I mutter, turning away from his gaze. "And untie me dammit." I hold my arms out once more. This time Noiz complies. There's a slight tug, and then my wrists are free. Giving them a rub, I glower when I see the red, rash-like, marks left behind. I don't stay angry long, though, since having a release has given me a little bit of a high.
Without thinking much about it, I slowly sit up before reaching out and wrapping my boyfriend in my arms. Pulling him in, I hug him tightly against my chest and stroke his hair. I feel his breathing against me and it's unnaturally calming. We sit like this for awhile before I open my mouth. "I really am sorry things didn't go well with your parents."
Noiz clicks his tongue, his mood changing instantaneously. "Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault, and it was my idea. I pretty much guessed how it was going to go anyway." He nuzzles his head into me a little bit harder and I hold him a little closer. I never have a chance to hold him like this so I forget how soft his hair actually is. It reminds me how much he actually cares about himself. And it's a reminder that I'm the one who helped get him to this point.
"I can't help but feel like it's my fault." I take a deep breath and relish in his scent. "I'm sure your parents are in a state of utter shock, and although I hate them for what they did, they're still related to you."
He shakes his head slightly. "I don't even care that they're related to me. Their opinion is invalid to me, especially when it comes to you. You're more important than anything else in the entire world. You are my only family."
I have to chuckle a little. Coming from any other human being what he said would be ludicrous but it's not. "It's not like you to say such embarrassing things." I brush his hair away from his face and plant a gentle kiss to his temple. A few seconds later his turns his head up to me and returns it.
For a few minutes we just sit in silence, holding each other. But then, Noiz wiggles his ways out of my arms and turns to face me again. With just a second of hesitation, he leans in and presses his lips to mine. It starts out as an awkward face smush, but it turns into a rather passionate kiss. His fingers come up to curl in my hair. I shiver when I feel the sensation but it doesn't bother me in the least. It never hurts me when he touches my hair. It's never been anything but pleasant.
My body goes rigid when I feel his fingers brush down my side rather suddenly but the feeling passes quickly and I relax. I let my body melt into the soft mattress, and wrap my arms languidly over his shoulders. When he pulls back, he takes a second to stare at me with his beautiful, yet cold, green eyes, before diving in to peck at my neck and collar bone. His tongue traces over my visible bones, licking at the slight indent between them. His actions were reminiscent of a curious cat.
Slowly he lowers himself, leaving a trail of saliva behind. He makes his way to a still-flat nipple and takes it quickly into his mouth. I feel his tongue and lips tugging at the sensitive flesh until it perks straight out. A second later his teeth dig into it, almost to the point where I worry he'll actually bite it off. Jolting a little I powerlessly push at his shoulders. He seems to realize he's pushing it too far, and draws back just a little. He flicks his tongue at the now ginger protrusion as if apologizing and a shiver runs through my body. "N-Noiz." I let out a small whimper.
Twining his fingers deeper into my hair he moves to my other nipple and does the same thing. The air around me is suffocatingly heavy to the point where all I can do is pant. Every nerve in my body is alight and even the contact of my naked skin on his shoulders is driving me mad. Is this what being in love feels like? Is this what it's like when even the smallest brush of skin sends ones mind reeling into oblivion? If so, I never want it to end. Breathlessly I call his name again.
In response he gives my stomach a gentle nip. His teeth graze my exposed skin as he dips even lower. I feel his breath against my growing erection and it's almost enough to send me straight to the edge again. After coming just a little while ago, my cock is extraordinarily sensitive, so even the faintest feeling against is like a hot iron pressing into me.
"Aoba." His low voice rumbles in my ears.
I can listen to him all day.
I wrap my arms tighter around his neck as his mouth approaches my mostly erect cock and my breathing stutters. My mind is so foggy it hardly realizes when wet lips press to the tip of my raging hard-on. He works his tongue down my shaft once more, licking up what little cum there is left before bringing his lips to the tip and sucking at it like a straw. My body trembles as my electric nerves send continuous signals to my brain without rest.
As he continues, the fog in my brain clears enough for me to realize that I'm the only who was has been receiving anything so far. Willing strength back into my arms, I push him back, with some force but remaining gentle. "Noiz, I want to do something for you. It's not fair that it's only me." I brush a hand across his face, tracing the contours of his eyes and nose as I do.
Licking his lips again, he clicks his tongue, more out of habit than anything. "Aren't you enjoying this?"
"Don't ask such stupid things, brat." I reply playfully before ruffling his hair. "You already worked your wicked magic and made me cum once. This time I want to work some magic on you." I fold myself in half and kiss the tip of his nose. (I still can't help but miss his nose bridge piercing, just a little.) I chuckle when he clicks his tongue again before he pulls away. Carefully I pull myself up and shimmy out of my spot so we can change places. As we do, a thought pops into my head and I carelessly let it spill from my mouth. "Noiz, have you ever bottomed before?" To my surprise he casually shakes his head.
"I don't make a habit of sleeping with guys." He runs one of his now free hands through his hair. Under his breath he adds, "Before you I never really made a habit of sleeping with anyone."
I cock my head to the side as I digest the information. Maybe later we could incorporate some position switching. It's not that I mind being on the bottom, but since I get so much pleasure from it, I want him to experience the same. Stamping the idea to memory, I quickly get to work undoing his belt and trousers. There's a small sense of guilt when I think about how I'm going to get his nice clothes all dirty but I kick it away. Now is certainly not the time for that.
I push his knees apart and settle myself, face first, between his thighs. Reaching into his boxers I withdraw his still partially limp cock. Even now it takes serious coaxing to get him riled, but that doesn't bother me. It makes it more fun. Bringing my face in close, I trace my lips down from the tip to his balls, letting my teeth catch on the few piercings that remain. I hear his breath hitch and I feel his fingers curl in the sheets. Since regaining his senses, everything is felt so much stronger now. If my nerves had felt alive, than I'm sure his feel like they're standing completely exposed, with nothing to soften the blow. Smirking triumphantly I take one of his balls in my mouth and draw in a deep breath until my lips are like a suction cup. He attempts to suppress a surprised hiss but fails. His hips arch off the bed a little until he finds the strength to force them down again.
"What are you doing?" He asks through clenched teeth. His eyes are on me, but almost like they're not looking directly at me. His mind has gone somewhere else.
Drawing back just the slightest, I answer in broken speech as I continue to lick at his erection, eliciting even stronger verbal reactions. "I told you. I'm working some of my own magic." I kiss the base of his cock teasingly. "Aren't you enjoying it?" Though I ask jokingly, I do wonder if it feels good. I'd never gone down on a guy before Noiz so I'm drawing from my own experiences, and what I enjoy, while taking into account the fact that, for 19 years, he had felt no pain, and could only receive pleasure from imagined pain.
His white knuckles dig deeper into the sheets and he habitually clicks his tongue, while trying to hold back his voice. "What, are you an idiot?" It's so cute when his inner child comes out. Especially at times like these when he wants to be all bad and grown-up, when really he's just a kid in a grown-up suit.
There's a brief pause but I dive in again, this time kissing his inner thigh, starting from halfway to his knee and making my way back down to his balls. Reaching them I trace my lips up his now fully erect hard-on and, without a second of hesitation, engulf him in my mouth.
Taken aback he lets out an uncharacteristic screech and digs his hips into the bed."Aoba, what are you doing? S-stop." His voice shakes. His body shakes. Everything about him shakes as he adjusts to my heat wrapped around his passion. Quivering hands release the wrinkled sheets and replace themselves in the hair that's falling around my shoulders. I choke a little at the sudden sensation of him grabbing me but it passes quickly.
Putting my hands on his knees, I spread them further, exposing him to his fullest. The taste of metal, and precum, fills my mouth and I relish in it. This is the taste of my lover, and my lover alone. No one else gets to experience him in this way. No one ever will.
I bring my mouth to the head of his penis and with a slight pop, release him. Before he has the chance to say anything, I take the small silver ring that glints in the poor lighting between my teeth and pull. Noiz's breath physically catches in his throat and I can almost imagine tears at the corner of his eyes. His fingers curl harder around my hair, making me wince,but right now it doesn't matter. The slight pain I feel is nothing compared to how I plan to make him feel.
Pulling at it again, I wrap my tongue around it and play with the two small puncture wounds where it sticks out from. After thirty seconds or so, I lose track of time, I bring him back into my mouth, letting the metal catch on my tongue once more. I push my mouth all the way to the base where I search out the other piercing I know is there. Finding it, I do the same thing I'd done before, except this time, I allow myself to swallow a few times. His cock is literally pulsating in my mouth, and I'm sure the feeling of my throat closing around him is driving him insane.
Finally I feel his muscles tighten, and with very little warning, he's cumming.
"Aoba, let go." He demands, tugging at my hair to get me away from his spasming body.
I completely disregard him and continue to take his climax in my mouth, as he had just done for me. The taste is, of course, bitter, but oddly comforting. When his hips relax again, I pull back and swallow what was left in my mouth. Unintentionally I scrunch my nose up in distaste. My mouth feels slightly gummy now, and I can feel the aftermath dripping down my chin. Using the back of my hand, I wipe it away, but without thinking about it, lick it clean. It does belong to Noiz after all.
As I sit there contemplating what to do next, I lurch forward and am brought into an intensely, breathtaking, kiss. His tongue forcefully finds its way into my mouth and tangles with my own until, once again, my consciousness fades into a puddle of goo and haze.
Then, I'm on my back again.
Noiz makes a bridge over me with his own body. Continuing to kiss me until my lungs feel like collapsing, he reaches over the side table and pulls open a drawer. From within he withdraws the smallest bottle of lubricant I've ever see. It was like, travel size. Despite my foggy state of mind, I still manage to giggle when I think about having to explain that to customs. Noiz sits back a little, with his eyes knitted together in confusion.
"Why the hell are you laughing?"
"The bottle." I sputter, my breath still on the run, "It's so tiny."
"Hah?" Noiz's cold gaze travels from my face to the bottle in his hand. After giving it a good long look he glances back to me and just shakes his head. "What the hell..." He mutters under his breath.
I shrug my shoulders, and continue to giggle.
Sighing heavily, he brings the bottle closer and flicks it open. He turns it upside down and pours a quarter sized dollop of liquid into his palm. Closing it, he sets it nearby and brings his hand to his cock. I didn't notice it before, but he's still hard as a rock. Something had him unsettled today, for sure. Taking himself in his hand, he glides it from base to tip, and then back again, leaving a thin coating behind. He reaches to the side and grabs the bottle again and repeats the same thing, but this time, he coats his fingers with the viscous liquid instead.
My heart races wildly inside my chest once more as I anticipate what's about to happen. My childish words didn't diminish his passion at all. Just he was about to lean in, he stops. "Something wrong?" I ask. My tongue feels heavy inside my mouth.
"These are in the way." He indicates his trousers with his eyes. Pushing himself off one side of the bed, my eyes follow as he shakes himself carelessly naked. (Mostly.) At this point, only his white dress shirt remains, and I can view him in all his naked, barely legal, glory.
It's not fair that he's younger than me, but he's way more cut. I pout silently.
Despite this thought, I feel heat in my lower half again as I continue gazing at him. As he resituates himself on the bed, I dry swallow. In an instant my mind goes completely blank, except for the thought of what's about to happen. My loosened entrance twitches as I wait impatiently to continue. I don't even care how we ended up here at this point. I don't even care that less than an hour ago we were arguing with his parents, or that I'm in a foreign country, where they speak a foreign language, and have foreign customs. Everything besides what's transpiring right now makes no difference to me. I want him so much my body aches.
Once again he's pushing my knee's apart, exposing the most intimate part of me and I literally do not care. All I can think about is him inside me, tearing me apart until I cum again. The cold glint in his eye disappears and the mischievous, childish, look is back. Bringing one coated finger to my entrance he thrusts into me. Everything shudders as it accepts him. He scrapes his fingernail against my inner walls as he stretches me out. After an eternity a second finger is added. The two fingers scissor and dance until my muscles relax.
Once he can move freely he begins to probe around inside me, searching. He continues stretching me out as he does so but at some point he finds that special spot. The spot that makes me want to cum before we even start. Knowing this is so, he grabs the base of my erection and squeezes it so that I can't.
"N-Noiz!" I heave, my chest rising and falling so quickly I can't keep up.
"Not yet." He murmurs, holding a little tighter.
After striking the spot two or three times, he adds one more finger to make sure I'm loose enough to take him. (Though I'm sure my body has committed his shape to memory, and no preparation would be necessary.) Finally it's time. He coats himself one more time and tosses the bottle across the room. It lands with a heavy thunk against the wall before bouncing off and landing on the floor. Paying it no mind, Noiz makes a bridge over me one more time and positions himself.
Very carefully he presses into me. I let out an unearthly moan and I wrap myself, once more, around him. Once sheathed inside, we sit there for a few brief seconds, just enjoying the feeling, and then he's moving.
He heaves himself against me, thrusting with a force I've never felt before in my life. Unabashedly I let my quivering voice out. I only have enough air to moan out at this point as he drives his passion into my very soul. His lips crash into mine and we kiss like two teenagers on their first date, wet, and sloppy, but beautifully and he calls my name with that husky tone.
Before I know it, he's brought me into a sitting position in his lap, letting my entire body weight crash against him as he knowingly strikes that spot over, and over, and over. The hand, which held back my pending climax, stroked me harder and harder until it was covered with my semen. I embrace the younger man and dig my face into his neck as I lose myself in him; in this moment.
"Noiz." My throat is dry, and my voice hoarse. It'll be over soon.
Heat pools in my lower half so I drive myself harder, meeting his thrusts with my own. Our bodies, slick with sweat, come together in more places than one and that's all I can think about. Everything vanishes.
"I'm about to-" He breathes against my chest. His thrusts becomes shorter, and more deliberate. He lays me back against the sheets once more and holds me close. Not too long after he shudders and digs his teeth into my shoulder as he floods my insides. Seconds later I'm cumming, my hands wrapped in his soft blonde hair, my mouth wide open. The heat inside me burns but I accept it all.
As soon as the last few drops escape, Noiz pulls out and collapses on top of me. His breathing is ragged and his chest rises and falls, almost like a wounded animal. I hold him close to me, not caring that I'm covering both him, and myself, in my own release.
While we lay there, I feel something trickle down my shoulder and I glance down. My eyes widen and I almost shove him off me. My consciousness had been so gone that at first I hadn't realized it but now I glare down at him and say sternly, "You BIT me!" There's heat in my voice.
Nonchalantly he shrugs his shoulders, in that Noiz-esque way and that just irritates me to no end. Taking a quick glance around, I spot a box of tissues and swipe one up. I press it against the teeth marks and sigh. Very slowly today's events are returning to the forefront of my mind.
So not to let him escape, I hold his head tightly against my chest and ask, "Does it really not bother you?"
"What?"
"That your parents are against this?"
He lets out a long breath and replies, "Of course it bothers me, stupid. Who wouldn't be bothered? You're my boyfriend. You're the only consistent thing I've ever had in my life and yet my parents, the assholes that they are, refuse to see the good you're doing. Even though I hate admitting it, you saved my life. Had I continued down that self-destructive path, I probably wouldn't have lived to see twenty-five." He wraps me in his arms, around my waist. "But, should they never accept it, I'll learn to not let it get to me. Like I've said before, you are more important to me than they are. You're more important than they've ever been. Aoba, you and Granny are my family. My only family."
There's a sense of shock when he says it so clearly. I hold him a little tighter, and I kiss the top of his head. With no words to say, I just hold onto him as tightly as I can, and we lay there.
When some time passes, I open my mouth one more time and mutter quietly, "I still don't understand how me apologizing led us to being in this position." There's no answer and when I look down, Noiz's eyes are shut and his breaths are quiet and steady.
Shaking my head, and smiling every so slightly, I think, The brat went and fell asleep. Maybe that's not such a bad idea. Ignoring the sticky mess we're laying in, I curl in against my lover and let myself drift into dreamland.