Just A Taste

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Noel gets a bit more than he bargained for when he's unexpectedly invited to Alex Kapranos' dressing room. And that's putting it very lightly, indeed.

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Notes: Thanks to the lovely Ms. Thieving Gypsy as always for her stellar beta skills.

Just A Taste by fecklesslyfine

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Part I

Author’s Notes: Please note, this story contains dub-con and themes of domination/submission. If that’s not your cuppa, spare your mind and don’t read! 🙂

It is not a sexy movement, Kapranos peeling off his trousers like bark from a tree; he makes it look painful, as if he’s losing a part of himself in the action. Noel watches him attentively from the couch, where he was shoved rather unceremoniously only moments prior. He wonders vaguely if he looks like that when he undresses before sex, all feverish concentration and bits of hopping. Some mating dance, that.

Alex isn’t wearing pants, which was half expected, and the heated pink imprints of seams running down his long legs and across his lower abdomen make it look as if he’s still got trousers on. He is pale, so bloody pale, and his cock juts out with little preamble or subtlety. Noel generally dislikes seeing men with pants off and shirts on, as a matter both of aesthetics and equality. As Alex leans over him to suck at the salt of his neck, Noel tugs at his foppish, silky top until he has it half over Alex’s head, where it sticks and stubbornly refuses to move.

Alex leans back, moves to take it off, and Noel takes a good look at his torso. He’s in good shape; lanky, long, and lean, with a confused-looking trail of hair leading down from his navel. Noel’s felt the strength in his forearms already; it’s no mere coincidence he has a penchant for guitarists. Top divested, Alex turns his attention to Noel’s shirt, which seems to melt off his shoulders like butter under Alex’s nimble touch. His fly has already been down for several minutes, erection trying to escape its cloth binds and currently rather close to succeeding. Alex gives it a rough tug through the fabric as he invades Noel’s mouth with an eager, demanding tongue. He tastes dark like cigarettes and red wine, equally decadent and gauche.

Noel wants to drink him. By any means necessary.

He blinks and when the world stops jittering, his boots have been kicked aside, the rest of his clothing has mysteriously disappeared, and they’re writhing against each other like randy teenagers on the worn dressing room couch. Alex maneuvers them lengthwise, and Noel reclines luxuriously, arching his back with a hiss as one of his nipples is captured between teeth. Their groins are ground together, the electric sensation of arousal on arousal. Noel grabs Alex’s arse—firm, like the rest of him—and bucks up against him, greedily.

“What made you think I’d go for this?” He finds himself asking; for it isn’t every day that a man you barely know—aside from a brief scuffle between girlfriends—sends you an invitation to his dressing room and proceeds to have you naked on the furniture within five minutes of your arrival. Takes a bit of nerve, that.

Kapranos gives a short, low moan from deep in his throat, but his voice is unclouded and not a little bit arrogant as he laughs, mouth moving up to Noel’s neck. “You looked like you needed a fuck.” He punctuates with a bite, then another.

Noel wants to hit him, suddenly. He feels terribly naked, and it’s got nothing to do with the absence of clothing. “Well, aren’t you fucking Columbo,” He sneers. “This a shag for charity then? Doing your good deed for the day, Pollyanna?”

“I wanted to fuck you the first time I saw you, insolent twat.” Alex throws him with this; the statement itself is not surprising, only that he said it. Seeing the victory in Alex’s eyes at his momentary lapse, Noel smirks and presses a finger hard to that one spot right behind Alex’s balls, watches in satisfaction he gives an uncontrollable jerk.

“You think you’re the only one?” He finds himself replying, grabbing Alex’s arse with one hand and pulling him closer, the fingers of the other moving back to tease at his arsehole.

“I know there’s plenty of fourteen-year-old girls that would love to get their hands on you, if that’s what you mean.” Alex bites his collarbone, hard, speaking straight to the heart of him, “but I knew I was going to have you.” This is added, almost an afterthought, and then he is disentangling himself and rising from the couch.

Noel is hit with cold; his cock standing at attention looks lonely and stupid. His skin throbs where Alex left his mark. Noel props himself up on an elbow, watches as Alex rummages in a pack on one of the tables, next to the bottles of water and fruit requested on the rider. In the bright, harsh light of the dressing room, the man he’s about to fuck looks terrifyingly imperfect and tangible.

In an oddly timed moment of self-reflection, Noel wonders if this might be a reflection on the company he’s been keeping lately.

He has barely time to ponder this before Alex hands him a small plastic bottle for safekeeping and is back on him, prompting his legs apart with his free hand.

Noel gives him a Look.

“You’re not fucking me, not after that.” He says, pointedly. His legs stay put.

“I think you’ll find that I am.” Alex plucks the lube from Noel’s grasp and Noel is distracted by his obscene confidence, somehow not registering when Alex slicks two fingers with the stuff and presses one to his entrance. He almost yelps, the sudden cold sensation breaking his reverie, his legs falling open as if by higher command. Alex gives him a look; you little slut, you.

“Fuck you,” Noel hisses, but any threats he might have made escape him as Alex’s finger slides inside him a little, then a lot. He glares at Alex, feeling weak with need as the other man simply quirks an eyebrow. The more Alex infuriates him, the more Noel wants him; if he doesn’t bloody hurry up and get on with it, Noel is literally going to scream in agony and inflict a good bit of bodily harm. But Kapranos, to his credit, doesn’t waste time adding the second digit, crooking just so. Noel’s hips jerk forward, a curse escapes his lips, and he is reminded of the other reason he likes musicians. Long fingers.

“Hurry up already, not like I’ve not done this before.” He goads, trying to keep himself from rocking against Alex’s fingers, trying to brush that spot again.

Alex doesn’t seem to hear him, or else is ignoring him as he scissors his fingers in and out, and Noel huffs in irritation. “Come on, get on with it!” He tries not to snap, failing miserably.

A laugh. “Well, aren’t you just begging for it now?” Alex raises an eyebrow once more, green eyes dark. “What’s the magic word?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Noel retorts, wanting to grind down again and trembling with the effort of keeping himself in check.

“Don’t be a brat,” Alex takes the opportunity to scold, running his fingers lightly across the sensitive skin of Noel’s inner thighs, his balls, through the dark curls surrounding his cock; everywhere but where he wants them. Noel is quickly becoming annoyed with this teasing, not least because it makes him shiver and gasp and the last thing he really wants is to give Kapranos any satisfaction.

A fingertip barely brushes the underside of his cock, just under the crown. Noel nearly bites his tongue, gripping the couch as his dick throbs and twitches in response. His hips jerk forward, and he is about to lose all control as Alex hits his prostate again.

“Just do it already,” he groans in frustration, rolling his head a little. So maybe he’s throwing a bit of a strop, but this is getting ridiculous.

Alex sighs with no small amount of amusement, withdrawing his fingers from Noel’s arse and standing.

“Since you haven’t the decency to be polite, why don’t you suck my cock ‘til you decide you want me inside you badly enough, hm?”

The glare Noel gives him is positively withering—he know, he’s done it in the mirror and nearly intimidated himself –but Alex plants one knee on the couch next to Noel’s side and takes his cock in hand.

“C’mon, you know you want to suck me. Just look at you, you’re gagging for it already.” Alex reaches out to tweak one of Noel’s nipples, already pert from chill, and seems to enjoy the shiver it sends through him. Noel vaguely wants to kill him, and the feeling doubles when Alex leans over and takes his cock in hand; he rubs it against Noel’s cheek, smearing a wet line of pre-cum down to Noel’s lips.

Noel doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word. Just glares, feels the rush of heat to his groin and face and chest. He shouldn’t be enjoying this. Fuck, he shouldn’t like this at all, but he is, and he can’t stand it, how his cock jerks when he feels the slick head of Alex’s prick rub all over his lips. His eyes shutter closed and he lets out a little gasp, and then Alex has a finger in his mouth, quick as anything.

Noel’s eyes shoot right back open in surprise, feeling Alex slide it against his tongue; but if there’s one thing that turns him on, it’s having his mouth fucked. By anyone, anything.

Noel decides to sod trying to save his dignity at this point— because what really does he have left of it, anyway—and swirls his tongue around Alex’s digit, thankful it’s not one that’s been up his arse. He feels a bead of pre-cum gathering at his tip, can’t remember when he was so turned on last. They both know the game by now, and while it’s one that Noel has to be coerced into playing… privately, he isn’t complaining.

“There’s a lad, not so shy now, are you?” Alex coos, running his finger over Noel’s teeth, before thrusting it in and out against Noel’s tongue once more. He leans down close over Noel, grinning devilishly. “You do like it, you bloody little coquette. Why don’t you eat me, hm?”

Unexpectedly, Alex tickles the roof of his mouth and Noel spasms instantly, opening his mouth and pulling his head back, a knee-jerk reaction to the intense, uncomfortable tingling. Once more, Alex takes swift advantage, and Noel finds his mouth being held open, gripped by the chin like a horse about to receive the bit. And receive it, he does. All he can register is the hot velvet smoothness of cock in his mouth, head held in place by both of Alex’s hands.

He tastes good, and fuck Noel wants him. Lying on his back makes for an awkward angle, but then Kapranos is murmuring how hot and sweet his mouth is, and his cock is heavy on Noel’s tongue, and he can’t bring himself to care. Noel shuts his eyes tight and lets his hands wander down to his own neglected erection, feeling the evidence of his arousal that has all but dripped down the entire length of his shaft. He never gets this wet, not for anyone.

Alex must see him touch himself, for he thrusts so far Noel nearly chokes, and his voice is pleased when he whispers harshly, “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? That pretty mouth of yours was made for sucking cock.” He twists his fingers into Noel’s hair and forces his prick in deep once more. Noel is soon blinking back tears, both from gagging and from the sharp pain as his hair is pulled. His ill-advised mascara is starting to sting his eyes; his hand moves feverishly on his own dick, needing more.

Alex’s laugh is clipped, short. “You vain little bitch, I know you must spend hours on that fucking hair of yours.” He’s hitting the back of Noel’s throat and there is an awful, guttural noise to accompany the disgusting gagging sensation that seizes Noel, every muscle clenching and ready to riot.

“Just pray I don’t decide to come all over it.”

And then he is pulling away, and Noel is coughing, rolling over onto his side as he struggles for air, thick spit dripping from his mouth onto the couch, the floor. Even before he is finished gulping for breath, Alex’s fingers are sliding between his buttocks once more, pushing a thumb into his entrance, still slick with lubricant. Noel yelps in surprise at the intrusion, trying not to choke on his tongue this time. Alex pulls out after a moment, just toying with him. Or perhaps reminding him just how much he wants to be fucked right now.

And he hates to admit it, but he wants it. And bad. His pulse is racing, feeling raw, and he can feel blood rushing through him, the heat of his body and mind all centered on his cock, his arse.

“Where were we?” Alex asks, reaching down to the floor in front of the couch to pick up a condom from where he must have set it earlier. Noel looks up at him through his fringe, which is already starting to cling to his forehead despite the chill of the room.

“Please fuck me,” he rasps, coughing to clear his throat.

Ripping open the condom with his teeth, Alex tosses the wrapper aside and chuckles, a low rumble emanating from his thin chest as he rolls the rubber onto his spit-slicked cock and gives it a stroke.

“Bend over and face the back of the couch,” he instructs, tone booking no room for argument. Noel obeys, feeling only a little exposed with his arse in the air. He is no stranger to this, but the situation is unnerving in both pleasurable and uncomfortable ways. Alex uncaps the lube and anoints himself before chucking the bottle aside and pressing the head of his cock to Noel’s entrance.

He thinks something can be said for the stretch and burn, the initial pain of entry, the fullness. Noel hates being too prepared, likes the hurt; all protesting aside, there is a depraved part of him that likes being spread wide open, taken hard. No mercy, all heat and rough and burn.

Alex sinks into him, buried to the hilt, and draws out agonizingly slow. Noel imagines his face, can tell he’s savoring the hot clench like he probably savors aged wines and poncy fucking cheeses. Fucking cunt.

Alex suddenly slams in hard and sets a brisk pace, bolstering himself on Noel’s hips, rutting him into the couch. Noel lets his head fall back, back arching and tensing as Alex thrusts quick and smooth. Each time, Noel is pushed roughly against the scratchy couch, and he pushes against the sagging cushions, trying to rock into Alex. It is awkward, and he knows he’ll be sore later, but the rush of fucking a practical stranger in a seedy dressing room has a certain thrill to it; and he’d be lying if he wasn’t turned on by Alex’s bloody nerve.

“You stupid, dirty slut,” Alex grits through his teeth, voice low and dark. “I could have you any way I wanted. You’d just sit there and let me take it all, wouldn’t you?”

Noel ignores him, or tries to—he hopes the vague heat in his face is just from arousal and exertion. He’s not going to give Alex anything more, not if he can help it. The man seems to be reading his bloody mind, so there’s no need. Alex’s lips quirk into a sharp, arrogant smirk.

“You little fucking whore, look at you.” He drawls as he pulls almost completely out of Noel, sliding back in slower this time, fingers clenching Noel’s thigh. He yanks Noel’s hair back, eliciting a yelp, and their eyes lock before Kapranos releases his hold and laughs. “Mm, the look on your face is so bloody priceless, you’re red as a smacked arse.” Noel feels his face grow even warmer as Alex rakes short nails up his thigh and slaps his arsecheek. “Such a tart,” he purrs. “You were practically begging for a cock, weren’t ya?”

Noel tries to remain impassive, but Alex moves a hand around and underneath to his cock and smears the wetness over his head, and he can’t help but moan. Alex gives a short laugh of triumph, and Noel bites his lip, shutting his eyes tightly as he’s pleasured from both directions.

“Oh, you think I can’t tell this is turning you on?” Alex gives his cock a harsh tug and a whimper escapes Noel before he can rein it in. Alex laughs again, somewhat breathless as he changes his angle and Noel can almost feel it, he’s almost right there. “You’re so fucking lovely, Christ. You’re such an easy, little tart, but you’ve got the tightest little arse.”

Alex releases Noel’s cock, to his chagrin, and reaches again to where Noel’s leg meets hipbone. He uses the leverage to slam into him, and Noel hisses in shock, “Oh, fuckin’—” and rocks back against Alex because he’s hitting just the right spot and it’s so disgustingly good.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Alex sneers, and then he’s pulling out, and Noel chokes back a moan of disappointment. White heat is still throbbing through him, pulsing inside where Alex was hitting him only seconds ago.

“Get up,” he realizes Alex is saying in that snotty, rich voice of his, and Noel turns his head—he’s confused, terribly aroused, and feeling more than a little sulky. He watches Alex flop down on the couch next to him, stares somewhat bemusedly as Alex looks over at him and pats his thigh; it would be an inviting gesture, were it not quite clearly a command.

“You’re going to ride me. You’re going to make me come, and if you’re good, I’ll let you make yourself come too.”

When Noel doesn’t move, Alex adds, in a dark tone, “What, are you simple? Get up.”

Noel scoffs inwardly, wondering exactly just when this quick shag had gotten so kinky, but his legs are moving of their own accord and now he’s straddling Kapranos—why in God’s name is he doing this— and trying to ignore the ill-concealed triumph in the other man’s eyes. He slavishly lowers himself onto Alex’s hard dick, the latex already exposed long enough to feel cold against his heated skin. Noel sinks all the way down until he is sitting on Alex, wondering vaguely how he is going to ride anything with only the limp sofa cushions to support him.

Five minutes later, his thighs and buttocks burning from exertion, his once-coiffed hair now sticking damp to his forehead and neck, and his heart hammering in his chest, Noel is starting to despair. He wants to come so badly— sod Kapranos, he can suck his own cock— but he can’t get the angle like this, nor the friction. Alex is leaned back against the sofa, arms behind his head, looking equal parts bored and amused as Noel struggles. He feels more humiliated by the second, and almost sighs in relief when Alex places a stilling hand on his thigh.

“Can’t take all day, got a gig to get ready for,” he states coolly, as if they’ve passed on the sidewalk and were just exchanging pleasantries. Noel wordlessly rises up off him, trying not to wince at the sudden emptiness and attempting to ignore the insistent tremble in his thighs.

Alex stands as well, turning to face him straight on. He tilts Noel’s chin up—a sudden, strangely intimate gesture that reminds him unnervingly of Julian and almost makes him scowl—and seems to appraise him.

“You did well,” he says, simply, before moving in to kiss Noel for the second time. It feels odd, entirely too familiar and all too nice for what has transpired in the interim. Noel’s legs feel like they might buckle, but it’s got nothing to do with the kiss, surely, nor the hand cupping his cheek. But he tolerates it, because he needs to come before he simply passes out, and Alex’s other hand is stroking his cock and he can’t help it, he whimpers and bucks, and if his head comes down to rest momentarily on Alex’s chest, it isn’t his fault he’s exhausted.

Alex backs him up into the couch and Noel finds himself once again on his back, legs hooked over hard shoulders. He feels a bit of annoyance at all this needless back and forth, as if Kapranos keeps changing his mind just to mess with him. Or perhaps to prolong his agony. Alex pushes into him again, and it hurts because the lube has all but evaporated, but now he’s fucking him, fucking him properly, and Noel could weep for how relieved he is.

Alex is just watching him now, not berating or praising; just silent, breathing through his nose with soft whuffs as he thrusts. Noel bites his bottom lip, eyes drifting half-shut as he feels the heat building in him, the tingling anticipation. Alex changes his angle, hits him where he needs it, and he moans open-mouthed as his back arches, muscles tensing. He fumbles blindly, trying to grip the cushions— anything to anchor him to this feeling.

“Yeah?” Alex murmurs, and it’s low and deep and electric, goes right through him like the thrum of pounding bass, and Noel bites his lip again, legs trembling wildly. And then, Alex is pressed so, so close and his arm is wrapping around to grip Noel’s cock and he thrusts deep and hard—and Noel’s eyelashes flutter like aspen leaves as his vision rolls back into blinding blackwhitecolour, silently screaming and choking on blood and sweat and sinew, and there is sweet, blessed release.

Alex leaves minutes later, and Noel is left alone, still lying on the couch, stomach splattered with his own semen. He hadn’t said a word when Alex made his exit, but the man’s parting words were still rattling inside his skull…

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint.”

+++

A week later, at the after-party for his band’s second show at Brixton Academy, Alex Kapranos finds himself being rather unsubtly approached by one Ms. Dee Plume, who saunters up and throws her arms around him, discreetly slipping a folded wad of bills into his pocket.

Alex gives her a wry grin as she pulls back. He likes Dee, now that he’s gotten to know her marginally better than before. For dating Fielding, she’s not half bad. “Would’ve done it without that, really.” He feels obligated to say it, because it’s true.

Dee just shakes her head, lips wearing a secret smile. “Nah, I owed you one. And besides, you’re doing me a favor.”

She chuckles at Alex’s raised eyebrow and explains, having to rise on her toes to bridge their height gap. “He’s just been such a whiny fucking bitch ever since Julian got too busy looking after his family. He needed someone to put him in his place. It’s too much for one girl.” She pulls back, laughing at this.

Alex tilts his head, curious as he leans in and speaks in a lower tone. “And you don’t mind? Him being with men?”

Dee shakes her head, shrugging a shoulder. “He’s happy, I’m happy. Everybody wins.” She whacks his arm jovially, adding, ”C’mon, we all have our vices.”

Alex doesn’t miss the quick dart of her eyes to somewhere, something behind him, and then he suddenly recalls the slim, blonde woman he’d seen orbiting around Dee earlier in the evening. Curiosity stirs once more, but he quells it, for now.

“Well. I’m glad I could be of service.” He hesitates, but only for the briefest of seconds, before a small grin finds its way to the corner of his mouth. “Let me know if…” is all he needs to say.

Dee laughs brightly, and he can see now why Noel would never be able to leave her. “I think we’ll be talking again,” she winks. “Very soon.”

Alex watches her slip off through the crowd, and his thoughts drift back to the other arse he’s seen those polka-dot jeans on. Perhaps, he muses idly, Eleanor wouldn’t object to such a casual arrangement.

After all, he’s never been satisfied with just a taste.

[nextpage title=”Part II”]
Part II

Author’s Notes: Just as in the first part, this includes dub-con, and additionally, rimming, spanking, and penetration with inanimate objects. If this isn’t your thing, please spare yourself the read 😉

The next time Alex sees him, it’s at a low-key Soho f�te for Alison Mosshart’s birthday. He’s hanging off Dee’s arm like a mismatched purse; just an accessory to be wedged under a chair once that favorite song comes on. With his bright red drainpipes, oversized poncho, mismatched boots, and bandana/straw hat combination, Noel gives the overall impression he should be hanging from the ceiling of a tacky faux-Mexican franchise, surrounded by bulbs of garlic and dried peppers.

Alex wonders if that is a carefully perfected look, or if being a fashion rapist just comes naturally to him.

Dee spots him before Noel does and wiggles her eyebrows, making them dart in and out of her fringe like little animals. Alex simply raises one of his own, amused that they seem to be embarking on a conversation entirely comprised of facial gestures. Dee nods towards her quite distracted cargo, looking at Alex with a question in her eyes.

Yeah? You want to?

Alex gives a slight frown, brow kitting as he takes a swallow of his merlot.

Here? Now?

Dee gives him a downright satanic grin.

You bet your fucking arse, right now.

It would be rather impolite to refuse, and Alex is nothing if not courteous.

Dee gives a subtle smirk as she carefully steers Noel through the crowd; and Alex would be an utter liar if he said he isn’t entertained by the look on Noel’s face when they make eye contact.

Of course, Noel knows nothing of Dee’s under-the-table dealings, but he hasn’t forgotten the previous month’s escapades, either. As Dee expertly leads him right past Alex towards the table of drinks in the back of the room, Noel all but stares, expression flickering dimly. He looks a bit flabbergasted, a tad interested, and more than a little worried.

Alex says nothing, only raises his glass in a silent greeting, eyes locked over the rim as he takes another sip. He licks his lips as Noel moves past, and he can tell from the split-second view of Noel’s reaction that the other man is remembering how he tastes.

Good. Let him chew on that for a bit. He wants Noel flustered.

…and, Alex wonders idly, since when has he been planning this out like it’s some sort of game? Since now, apparently. And oh, is it ever a good one.

He plays to win.

Which is why, an hour later, he’s in Alison’s bathroom with his hands in Noel’s hair and his cock down Noel’s throat.

It had really been all too easy. They’d danced circles around each other for a good half hour before Dee bumped Noel and made him spill his drink on Alex’s trousers. She’d looked at Alex aghast, while Noel just blinked and gave a nervous laugh. Alex had waved off her apologies, then introduced himself as the pantomime unfolded.

It had all been smooth sailing from there; Dee’s strong suggestion that Noel try to help Alex find a hair dryer– with which to dry his trousers– had lead them into the washroom. Noel hadn’t seemed overjoyed at the prospect, but Dee was apparently quite the talented guilt-tripper. Alex had tried not to laugh at the look on the other man’s face; he clearly wanted to tell Dee not to make him go off alone with Alex, but obviously didn’t want to tell her why.

Ah, the poor boy.

Noel had blinked at him almost skittishly, as Alex had shut the door behind them, locking it with a rather satisfying click. He could still hear the music thumping through the wood; it should disguise any noises they make.

“What do you want now?” Noel had frowned, folding his arms and leaning against the counter. Trying to not give an inch, though his body language was anything but comfortable and in control. He had looked as if he were about to nonchalantly wet himself.

Alex had given him a wry grin.

“I can think of better things to than sit around idly and wait for my trousers to dry, can’t you?”

Noel had given him a dark look in return, pushing off the counter. “You can dry your own fucking jeans and suck your own fucking cock, I’m out of here.”

Alex had blocked the door, using his height to some advantage as he gazed down amusedly at Noel. “Hmm, see, I think you’re actually quite eager to be alone again. I didn’t say anything about sucking my cock.”

Noel had glared. “We both knew it was coming though, didn’t we?”

“I could be, if you wanted,” Alex had breathed, taking the stupid straw hat off Noel’s head, tossing it to the floor, followed by the red bandana, despite Noel’s mild protest. Alex had brought one hand back up to splay around the curve of Noel’s jaw, fingers sliding under his ear to nestle into dark hair. Noel’s eyes had narrowed suspiciously, but even when Alex brought their mouths together, the only move he’d made was to rest his hand against the counter. Alex had licked the taste of alcohol from Noel’s lips, sweeter than the taste still lingering of his own wine.

“Clean me up,” he’d demanded, unzipping his fly. Noel had backed up a little, frowning even as he’d reached for a hand towel. Alex had shook his head, placing his hand on Noel’s and taking a step closer, not allowing him any room to breathe.

“No. Not like that.” He’d looked into Noel’s eyes, was satisfied to see the mix of uneasiness, petulance, and reluctant desire contained therein. “And take off that fucking poncho first. Put it on the floor with the rest of your clothes.” With that, Alex had backed away, wanting to watch.

Noel had obeyed, rebelliously taking his sweet time removing the first garment. Alex let it slide, more interested in the beginnings of an erection starting to show through the thin material of Noel’s red trousers. Alex had noticed they didn’t fit him quite right; he looked thinner than before. Alex had vaguely wondered if it was from coke, or some fad diet, perhaps.

Once the poncho came off, Noel hesitated, but at a raised eyebrow from Alex, he slipped his black shirt off over his head, and Alex had taken the opportunity to let his eyes drift over the pale chest and smooth stomach with just an endearing hint of pudge. Yes, definitely thinner, but no less desirable.

After slipping off his trousers and hesitantly dragging down his pants to reveal his growing erection, Noel had stood before him, fully divested of his attire. Alex smirked, had let his eyes continue to wander over the nude form before him, then nodded down to the floor.

“You know what to do.”

Noel had muttered something under his breath that sounded vaguely like ‘fuckin’ perverted bastard,’ but again, he followed Alex’s command and sank to his knees where he was, as if he was expecting Alex to come to him. He’d looked a perfect slut, legs slightly spread and arse resting on his heels, cock and torso trembling almost imperceptibly with anticipation. But not where Alex wanted him. He had tutted, shaking his head.

“You come here. And don’t get up. I like you on your knees.”

Noel had given him an expression of pure loathing, faltering for a moment as he clearly tried to figure out whether it would be less humiliating to crawl or try and balance on his knees. Alex cleared his throat in feigned impatience, and Noel finally had crawled over, refusing to make eye contact with Alex as a humiliated blush stained his cheeks.

Alex had bit his lip at the sight, perhaps more aroused than he should be. He’d never really been the domineering type in bed, aside from a few experimental episodes; that mindset had always been reserved for his work. But something about Noel was bringing out the animal in him. He was so eager to please, so painfully submissive, even as he tried to disguise it with glares and petulance. As ridiculous as he’d looked before, Alex had to admit the man was fucking gorgeous like this. At his feet. Thoroughly shamed.

And he couldn’t feel guilty, because Noel was clearly getting off on this just as much as he was, if not even more. Alex had suddenly wondered what he was like with Dee, or with Julian. Perhaps he might find out one day.

“What are you waiting for? Don’t you want the rest of your drink? Would be a shame to waste any,” He had drawled, running a hand through Noel’s hair softly, before twisting a handful hard and eliciting a yelp of pain from the man crouched before him.

Noel had glared up at him then, ire momentarily taking place of shame, but then Alex took his cock in hand and pressed it up to Noel’s lips in a repeat of their previous tryst. Instantly, his face had flushed as red as it had before, gaze falling back to the floor, but his tongue had darted out to lick the tip. Alex’s eyelids had slid partly shut.

“Lick me off. And don’t miss any.”

Noel’s tongue had darted out again, lapping up the alcohol now warm and sticky on Alex’s skin. His breath had felt unnaturally hot against Alex’s skin as he’d worked his way up Alex’s cock. Alex had threaded his fingers into Noel’s hair, savouring the sensation of Noel’s nose rubbing against the base of his cock as he licked at the junction of Alex’s inner thigh. Noel’s tongue had traveled up to Alex’s lower belly before he’d returned to his cock, taking it in hand and licking the underside til it was twitching in his palm.

Finally, after Alex had pushed on the back of his head, murmuring lowly, “Good boy, that’s enough of that,” Noel had deigned to open his mouth with another pretty blush and let Alex slip inside.

Suddenly, he is back in the present, as Noel drags his teeth lightly down the underside of Alex’s cock, following it with the flat of his hot, wet tongue. The heat of him is intense. He’s clearly had a lot of practice, and Alex smirks.

“How often do you do this, eh? You must suck off that Julian of yours all the time.”

He can see Noel’s eyes flutter open, but Noel doesn’t look up at him, and he presses on.

“Must be nice, knowing whenever he wants, you’re ready to drop to your knees for him. ‘Course,” Alex reaches down to hold Noel’s jaw, laughing lowly, “you do that for me too now, don’t you? Who else do you suck off, him? Russell Brand? Better question, who haven’t you blown?”

It’s amusing, watching Noel glare up at him, a thin rivulet of spit edging down the corner of his mouth.

“Can’t really contradict me when you’ve got my cock in your mouth, can you?” Alex smirks, running his fingertips over the side of Noel’s face, trying not to laugh as Noel squints and tries to edge away from him without letting go of his cock. Perhaps he thinks that the sooner he sucks Alex off, the sooner he can leave and have this over with.

Alex will have to prove him wrong then, won’t he?

“I want to fuck your mouth,” he declares, not brooking any room for argument as he rocks his hips forward and yanks Noel’s head closer by his hair. Noel chokes, not expecting it. He pulls back just enough for Noel to recover, then thrusts into his mouth again. Noel tips his head back, changing the angle so he won’t choke as easily, refusing to meet Alex’s gaze. Alex thrusts between his lips, almost wanting to lose himself in the wet, delicious heat, but he has more planned for Noel than this.

He purposefully thrusts too deep and makes Noel choke again, so hard that Noel reels away and has to lunge for the sink, coughing violently and trying to suck in air at the same time. He spits once he gets his breath back, and his eyes in the mirror are watery and red from coughing, his irises nearly swallowed by black from spite. Or is that arousal? It’s easy to confuse these things. A tear runs down one side of Noel’s face, then the other, but he is far from crying. A glance down confirms his knees are red and embossed with the pattern of the rug on the floor, and his erect cock is wet and glossy at the tip, threatening to drip down his length any moment.

Well, at least they’re both enjoying themselves.

Noel straightens, turning to look at Alex with narrowed eyes. “What the fuck?” he demands, hoarsely.

“Don’t worry,” Alex waves him off. “You’ll get your reward. But first, there’s something else I want from you.” He toes off his red winklepickers and steps all the way out of his trousers. Alex ignores Noel’s belligerent huff, walking up to him and claiming his swollen mouth with his own, hand reaching down to grip his erection firmly, smearing the wetness over the tip under Noel is whimpering and shuddering against him. He seems weak on his knees, and Alex wraps his free arm around him, holding him close as he plunders Noel’s mouth, tasting himself amongst the sweetness and the alcoholic tang.

Alex pulls back, giving Noel’s abused bottom lip a sharp bite as he switches hands on Noel’s cock and reaches for the hand lotion that is helpfully sitting on the counter. He uses his thumb to pump it into his palm, then smears it over his fingers. It’s cold and messy, but he doesn’t care as he reaches behind Noel and slides his fingers down Noel’s arse crack. The other man shudders but doesn’t pull away, letting Alex continue to explore his mouth even as Alex’s fingers molest his arse, rubbing against his entrance greedily. The angle is wrong, though, and since his other hand is just resting uselessly on Noel’s cock at this point, Alex brings it around to Noel’s arse as well.

They’re standing close now, pressed flush from chest to cock to thigh, and Alex bites the tendon of Noel’s neck as he uses one hand to coax Noel’s buttocks apart, crooks two fingers inside him with the other. Noel bucks up against him, which feels divine against his cock. Noel’s trapped in the circle of Alex’s arms—he grips Alex’s shoulders as he makes a low keen in the back of his throat, sounding equally pained and pleasured as Alex scissors his fingers, stretching his tight hole. Alex’s own erection is pulsing, eager to sink into the tight heat his fingers are enjoying.

But this is all a decoy, something to throw Noel off, and once he has Noel panting and flustered and writhing against him, Alex withdraws his hands and brushes past, taking a seat on the closed toilet lid. It’s cold against his arse, but it will be well worth it in a few moments. He reaches for a hand towel to remove the lotion mess from his hands, deliberately taking his time.

Noel turns to look at him, disheveled, confused and annoyed.

“What’s your problem?” He blurts, demanding and almost pleading. Alex just cocks his head, a grin reaching his lips.

“Crawl over here, and I’ll tell you.”

Noel looks murderous. “Look, I don’t know what your game is,” he scowls, voice still husky, “but as far as I’m concerned, we’re fucking and then I’m getting out of here. I—” Here he has to stop and cough before he can continue. “I don’t have time for this weird fucking game of yours.”

He looks cold, a bit miserable, and painfully turned on. Alex thinks it’s a good combination on him, and purses his lips thoughtfully.

“Your mouth says one thing, your cock says another. Get over here, unless you want to spend the rest of the night trying to inconspicuously rub yourself through your trousers.”

Noel looks infuriated. “I have Dee,” he hisses, growing defensive. Before he can add to this, Alex openly laughs at him.

“Do you think she’s going to want you, now I’ve gotten you all ready for me? She’ll smell me all over you, she’ll taste my cock in your mouth. I’m doubt that’s what you really want.”

Noel glowers with the indignant air of someone who knows he’s just lost an argument, but Alex can’t help pushing just a little further.

“And she can’t give you this, either, can she?” He punctuates his point by giving his dick a good stroke.

Noel retorts sharply, “For good fucking reason.” He folds his arms in front of him, and Alex knows he needs to cut him back down to size before this all falls apart.

“I think the time for protesting is passed. You could have left a long time ago, but you fucking need it, don’t you? You need someone to put you in your place,” Alex responds; voice airy, gaze level. He shifts, leaning back against the toilet, and Noel’s eyes flicker down to his crotch. Satisfied, he adds, “You know by now that I don’t give a fuck about your ego, Fielding. And I’m finding it hard to believe you don’t want me when your cock is dripping down your legs like a fucking whore from my fingers being up your arse.”

Noel just stands, staring darkly at him, face flushed once more. His cock bobs, betraying him as always. Alex smirks, tilting his head.

“Now. Get over here.”

Noel’s hands clench and unclench, but he obeys, perhaps thankful that Alex isn’t making him crawl this time. He seems unsure when Alex spreads his legs wider, bringing one foot up to rest of the side of the tub as he smirks, “Let’s carry on from where we left off. Only this time, you’re going to rim me.”

Noel’s face pales a bit. This is clearly a bit outside of his comfort zone, at least with a near stranger. Alex stares at him evenly, not backing down, and is rewarded when Noel sinks to his knees, taking his cock in hand once more and sucking on it greedily, eyes downcast. Perhaps he’s hoping that if he gives good enough head, Alex might forget the rest. No such chance, but he’ll take a bit more of this before he cracks down.

Noel’s eyes slide shut as he bobs up and down, swirling his tongue around Alex’s throbbing prick in time to each movement of his head. Alex rests a lazy hand on his head, enjoying the view. From this angle, Noel has to be right in front of him instead of below; all the better to see the details as his cheeks hollow when he sucks, the redness of his lips as Alex’s cock slides in and out of them. But Alex doesn’t want to come like this.

“I said, rim me. That means your tongue in my arse, in case we were unclear.”

Noel pulls off him with a pop, swallowing with an expression of vague distaste. He backs up a little, looking around him as if trying to figure out how to get low enough to reach Alex’s arse like this.

“Hands and knees,” Alex instructs laconically, and it’s altogether too predictable, the flush that rises to Noel’s cheeks. Maybe someone else makes him do this, too. Alex has a feeling Noel is much more used to this than he makes out.

But he obeys, and at the first brush of his tongue against Alex’s arsehole, Alex can’t help a soft sigh of pleasure. He hasn’t had this done to him in far too long, and he intends to thoroughly enjoy every moment of it. Noel circles his entrance with the tip of his tongue, then laps at the sensitive skin, over and over, alternating. At Alex’s insistent, “More,” he presses his tongue hard against the puckered ring of muscle until Alex’s body yields to him. Alex has to bite hard on the inside of his lip to keep from moaning at the sensation. It registers then that Noel has had to cup his sac with one hand to keep it from falling in his face, and the thought almost makes him laugh, but Noel’s tongue is properly fucking him now, and he’d much rather focus on that.

The boy is good, and definitely knows what he’s doing. Another time, another scenario, and Alex can easily see himself falling apart under his touch. But for now, he has to stay in charge, and so Alex luxuriates on his throne, his cock throbbing insistently as Noel laves his tongue back and forth. He could definitely get used to this, if not for that he needs to keep Noel on his toes, throw him off guard a little more.

“Hm,” he begins, under pretext of a moan. “I was just thinking, what would your girlfriend say if she could see you like this, mm? See what a filthy little tart her man is, lapping like an obedient little puppy.” Alex reaches down to wind his fingers in Noel’s hair, urging him to go deeper. “Mm, though I bet she knows how to put that tongue of yours to good use.”

Noel falters in his actions, and Alex uses the opportunity to sit up. Noel falls back on his haunches, glowering at him with clenched fists.

“Shut the fuck up about Dee.” His voice quavers, and his eyes harden as if to make up for it. “Just shut the fuck up.”

Alex rises smoothly, a hand on each hip.

“Strike a nerve, did I?” He smirks down at Noel. “Why, you don’t think she’d like knowing what we were up to? We could always invite her in here, what do you say?”

Noel hissed through his teeth. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Alex smiles like a fox. “Hm, see I really wouldn’t mind if we did, but since you seem to not like the idea… better go along with what I say, just so she doesn’t ‘accidentally’ find out, hm?”

Noel sighs, defeated. “Look, I don’t know what you want, but whatever it is, can we just do it so I can get out of here? Fucks sake,” he runs a hand through his debauched hair, grimacing. “I’m tired of these fucking games.”

Alex descends upon him, swooping down to ensnare his prey as he pushes Noel over onto his back and holds him down by the chest, his cock captive in Alex’s other hand.

“See, I don’t think you really are.” He squeezes Noel’s swollen erection to prove his point, and Noel’s eyes flutter shut ever so briefly, hips arching up almost imperceptibly. “I think you’re getting off on this far more than you’d like to admit. I bet you’d love it if I dragged you out there and fucked you in front of everyone you know.”

Alex leans in, looming over Noel to murmur in his ear, “I think you want them to see what a tart you are, hear all the pathetic little noises you make—” He suddenly squeezed Noel’s cock hard, laughing lowly at the frantic noise that escaped from deep in Noel’s throat, “—and I think you’d love them all to see how you beg and squirm for me to fuck you.”

Noel scoffs, not meeting his eyes, but he keens softly when Alex strokes up and down his slick shaft, biting his lip. He’s fucking loving it, Alex can tell; struck by sudden inspiration, he sits up a bit and reaches for his trousers, keeping his other hand steady on Noel’s cock. With Noel’s eyes slid shut, trying not to look at him as if that will accomplish something, Alex pins his trousers under one knee and slides his belt out with his free hand.

Noel’s eyes snap open at the clinking sound of the belt, but Alex swiftly wrestles him onto his stomach and holds him down, grabbing one hand and then the other as he straddles Noel’s back, swiftly binding his wrists with the thin belt even as the other man cusses furiously under his breath. He wiggles about a good deal, but they both know he could easily have broken free if he really wanted to. Alex raises his eyebrows, smirking to himself as he exhales.

“Better,” he looks about, then reaches for Noel’s trousers to extract his belt as well. “Fucking behave, will you?” He braves the possibility of getting kicked in the head as he turns around and after a few moments, succeeds in grabbing Noel’s legs, holding them close to his chest as he wraps Noel’s belt around them and pulls it tight. Breathing hard, he stands up to survey his handiwork.

“Nice Pacman design, that’s classic,” he tries not to laugh. It is actually a sincere compliment, but given the situation, it comes out more as a taunt than anything else. Noel turns onto his side, thrashing subsided, chest heaving as well. Fury and desire battle for dominance across his face, and he looks so fucking helpless, lying bound on the rug, that Alex can’t help but give a sigh of desire.

“God, the things I’m going to do to you,” he breathes, sinking back down to run a hand over Noel’s exposed side, enjoying the trembles and goosebumps that bloom under his touch.

“Are you a fucking mentalist?” Noel hisses through his teeth. “You’re sick in the head, Kapranos.”

But he doesn’t ask Alex to let him go, so Alex doesn’t broach the subject, choosing instead to run a hand over one of Noel’s pert nipples, once more relishing the tremors that run through the other man’s body seemingly against his will.

“You love it,” Alex murmurs as he lets his hand trail over Noel’s hip and the swell of his arse to tease at his entrance, the skin still damp and sticky from lotion. “And you want me inside you so bad right now, I can tell. You want me to hold you down hard, you want to beg and scream until you lose your voice. You want me to spank your arse red until you’re sobbing for more.”

Noel shudders, moans deep in his throat, and that’s all the permission Alex needs. He drags Noel up over his lap with much protest, as Noel suddenly seems to object to this ragdoll treatment. Alex gives the smaller man a sharp smack on the arse, hissing, “Behave, you fucking cocktease, or this is going to last even longer.” He doesn’t miss how Noel’s cock pressed against his thigh seems to become impossibly harder, and smirks to himself.

“Or perhaps that’s exactly what you want.” Alex slides two fingers down the cleft of Noel’s arse, teasing his entrance so Noel whines softly, then retreats, bringing his hand down hard on Noel’s pert buttocks. With a yelp, Noel jumps, as does his cock, and Alex could almost laugh at how easy it is to push Noel’s buttons.

“Keep quiet now, you wouldn’t want anyone to hear, would you?” He taunts, running his fingers over Noel’s blushing skin.

Noel huffs, and Alex can almost hear the eyeroll as he scoffs, “Yeah, cos they won’t hear that.”

Alex responds with a swift, hard slap, and Noel groans again, grinding his cock against Alex’s thigh. “I guess you want me to stop, then?” Alex feigns innocence as he smacks Noel’s arse again and again, trusting the loud music to mask the noise. Noel’s pale thighs clench with each spank, and Alex brings his palm down hard on the backs of them, enjoying the surprised yelp Noel makes. Wasn’t expecting it there, was he?

“The problem is, Noel,” Alex sighs as he returns to Noel’s buttocks, speaking between spankings, “You’re just too much of a slag to go unpunished. Somebody’s got to teach you a lesson.” He can’t help but relish the quiver of Noel’s reddening arse after each smack. God, it’s luscious. “You’re just going to have to take your punishment like a good little boy, hm?”

He stops spanking, lets one finger slip down inside Noel and feels the tightness as Noel clenches around him, whimpering at the unexpected sensation. The sounds he makes are too sinful to try and hush, so Alex lets him get away with it as he crooks his finger, sliding it in and out so teasingly slow. Noel arches his back the tiniest bit, pushing his hips up towards Alex’s hand. Trying to get Alex to hit the right spot, but no, too soon.

“So Noel, are you a good little boy?”

Alex stills his finger, feeling Noel’s pulse throb from the inside. Noel makes a little, desperate noise, his hair swishing against the rug as he nods.

“Yes… mmmhhh,” he sighs, voice thick with desire.

“Yes what?” Alex prods, holding Noel’s bound wrists down with his free hand so he can’t wiggle.

“Yes, I’m a good… little boy…” Noel forces himself to say, and Alex smirks. He’d do anything for a good fuck, wouldn’t he? In retaliation, Alex withdraws his finger quickly and smack’s Noel’s red arse again, hard. Noel gasps in pain, twisting his neck around to look at Alex in confusion. His eyes are glassy.

“You’re not anywhere close to being a good little boy,” Alex chides sternly, swatting him again. “I don’t like being lied to, Noel. The whole reason you’re in here is because you couldn’t be good and keep your hands to yourself. You spilled your drink all over me, didn’t you?”

Noel protests, hair falling over his face, “That was an accident, Dee-“

Alex cuts him off, releasing his grip on Noel’s wrists and bringing his hand around to curl his fingers into Noel’s mouth, laughing shortly.

“Excuses, Noel… don’t try my patience.” He’s amused by the disgruntled look on Noel’s face, the tears pricking the corners of his eyes. The man can’t be that easily broken, surely. He’s got to be playing it up. The insistent throb of his dick against Alex’s thigh seems to support this notion.

Changing his tack, Alex rolls Noel off of him and onto the floor. Noel grunts as he hits the rug, glares as Alex stands and walks over to the sink. He opens the cabinet underneath, looking about for a moment til he finds what he’s looking for. Noel seems confused as Alex dons the disposable latex gloves.

“If you want to be a good little boy, you’ll do what I say,” Alex warms to his role, snapping on the glove and moving over to the toilet. He picks up the toilet brush, inspecting the bristles—clean enough, smelling vaguely of bleach—and then the plastic handle. It’s rounded and smooth, thickest at the top where there’s a loop for fingers to fit through; just what he’s looking for. He gets a pump of lotion from the counter, coating the handle, then turns back to Noel, who’s staring at him in abject terror.

He shakes his head furiously as Alex approaches with the brush, pulling his legs close. “No fucking way,” he spits, eyes narrowed to hateful little slivers of blue. “Get that fucking thing away from me, that’s fucking disgusting.”

Caught your attention now, have I? Alex gives him a predatory grin, kneeling back down, pleased as Noel effectively backs away from him, wriggling into the corner between wall and bath.

“I’m serious, Alex, put that fucking thing down,” Noel’s eyes widen suddenly, as Alex wrestles his legs up and exposes his arse, despite his struggling; there’s not much he can do with arms and legs bound. “Alex?” He pleads. “No… no, fuck–”

Alex just laughs, shaking his head as he slides the handle of the brush up against Noel’s pink arsehole.

“I told you I had to teach you a lesson, didn’t I? It’s too bad you enjoyed that spanking so much, I wouldn’t have had to resort to this.” He murmurs lowly, holding Noel’s legs firmly over his shoulder as he starts to slide the brush inside. Noel clenches his muscles, breathing heavily and cussing, begging as he tries to keep the handle out, but Alex has better leverage and keeps pushing steadily til the widest part is inside his captive.

Noel swears at him, chest heaving and eyes flashing with rage. “You fucking… fucking cunt.” His cheeks are crowned with a flush as he spits, “I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Now, now,” Alex admonishes, unfazed. “I don’t think you’re in any position to make threats, are you?” He slides the brush in and out a bit, and Noel blanches, squirming. “Now, are you going to be a good little boy for me and hold still?”

“Fuck,” Noel grits through his teeth, panting as he tries to wriggle away. Alex looks down over his legs; Noel’s cock is dripping wet once more. Would figure, even this would turn him on. It was certainly turning Alex on, watching Noel’s hair stick to his forehead, eyes flashing as he writhed, trying to break free as Alex fucked him steadily with the brush handle.

“The more you fight it, the longer it goes,” Alex drawls lazily, angling the brush up to hit Noel’s prostate; he can tell he’s aimed right when Noel’s lashes suddenly flutter, his eyes rolling back ever so slightly as his eyes slide shut for a brief moment. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. Alex has been trying to ignore his own cock, which is painfully, painfully hard at the sight of Noel trying not to give into the pleasure being inflicted upon him.

“And Noel,” he adds, not missing how Noel’s trembles seem to grow with each thrust of the handle, how he bites hard onto his bottom lip with gleaming, wet teeth.

“Don’t you dare come.”

Noel’s lips fall open and a low gasp fogs the tile just beyond the end of the rug. Alex rolls him over onto his front, pushes him forward so his cheek hits the floor, and the frigid chill of the travertine seems to jolt him back into reality.

“I said, don’t you dare.”

Alex listens as Noel’s breath quickens, as his back arches and trembles, and he knows he’s close. Just a little more, just a few seconds and—

He pulls the brush handle out of Noel, setting it aside and pulling off the gloves. He’s pleased to hear the short whine Noel doesn’t manage to hold in. His whole body is whipcord taut, trembling limbs and strained muscles. Alex can almost taste how badly he wants to come.

And then it comes, the soft, breathy murmur that Alex has to strain to hear over the noise from outside.

“Please.”

“Please, what?” Alex asks, eyes hooded as he gazes at Noel’s abused arse, finally allowing himself to stroke his own cock, smearing the cooling wetness over his length.

“Please let me come,” Noel forces out, and his voice sounds so broken, so desperate, that Alex has to take pity on him. He leans forward, running his fingers over a flushed arse cheek, marveling how Noel shivers at the slightest encouragement. He reaches up to the countertop once more, pumping a handful of lotion into his palm, liberally coating his cock with the cold stuff.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Alex asks, voice coming out huskier than he intended, and Noel’s bound hands quiver, fingers warm and dark against the pale of his back.

“Y-yes.” Noel rasps through gritted teeth, lower back tightening in anticipation. Alex strokes gentle fingertips over his tailbone, hands sliding down to part his arse cheeks and position his slick cock at Noel’s entrance. Another short whimper echoes against the tile as Alex slides inside, feeling his abdomen clench at the blistering heat, so smooth and wet and close. It’s just as tight and forbidden as he remembered, this dark, humid jungle. So wild and delicious, and all his for the taking.

Alex thrusts against him, hard, bracing his knees on the rough carpet and grasping the jut of Noel’s hipbones, trying to get deeper, letting the sensation consume him. He wrenches hard gasps and sobs from Noel as he ruts into him, pulls Noel back against him with a bruising grip. Each thrust is like a tidal wave of sweet friction, and Alex abruptly changes his angle to hit Noel where he’s aching for it.

Noel’s back seizes, his whole body brittle enough to shatter, and then he’s suddenly boneless; under the rough moan that escapes him, Alex just barely hears the thick spatter of spunk against the rug. He reaches under to fist Noel’s heavy, thudding cock, milking his release from him until Noel hisses, sensitive flesh turning pleasure into pain.

Alex is close now, so close after the hard clench of Noel’s orgasm, and he thrusts faster, racing towards his own climax.

“Gerroff,” Noel mumbles, trying to roll away, but Alex grabs him hard by the hair and holds him fast. Noel cries out at the unexpected jolt of pain and tightens around him, struggling to wrest his hips from Alex’s grip.

That’s all he needs, that last burst of defiance, and Alex’s eyes squeeze tightly shut as the coil of pleasure inside him explodes and he is thrust over the edge into white, blinding ecstacy. He slams hard into Noel; one, twice, slowing as he rides it out, finally releasing Noel’s hair and hip as he withdraws with a sigh.

Noel huffs below him, rolling so he can see Alex in his peripheral vision.

“We fucking done, Casanova?”

Alex favors him with a lazy grin, leaning back against the cabinet and smacking his arse almost amicably.

“We sure are, sweet cheeks. We sure are…”

Only until the next time.

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