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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Part II

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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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