A few notes before we begin:
-This is a short, meaning its canonicity is up for debate. The only thing I can tell you for a fact is that it’s not a part of the current/main timeline.
-All shorts will be from NOAH’S PERSPECTIVE, so don’t get confused when it seems off!
-The shorts will be random, whenever I feel like posting, usually dropped in between the normal posts, which are officially every other week now
-All shorts will be denoted by "~" before and after the name in the listings
“So, where are you taking me for dinner?” he asks, leaning over the kitchen island. The way his legs are in the air makes his ass just… irresistible. I smack it while I pass by, my coffee steaming from my mug. He just makes a flirty little sound back and hops down from his perch, then follows me over to the counter where I stir in extra creamer. His hands go around me from behind, and his chest is on the middle part of my back. He’s still as small as ever, though lately he’s been coming to the gym with me, and it shows. His biceps feel big back there. Almost as big as they did last night in my hands.
When all I give in response is a shrug, his touch vanishes from my body. I grab a packet of sugar, then when it’s too sweet, I pour more from the pot to add some bitterness back into it. Then I leap up and yelp, because he smacked my ass so hard I’m pretty sure it left a welt. When did he get so good at that, I wonder? Oh. Right. Also last night.
“Keep that up and the only thing you’re getting for dinner is my ass,” I reply. He slides back up behind me, but I shove my ass back to bump him out of the way, then go sit at the table for breakfast. He rolls his eyes with a smile on his lips and follows me to sit down. He leans in for a kiss, then leans back with a grimace.
“Ew. Coffee breath.”
“You want a kiss, you get coffee breath.”
He sticks his chin out in that smug, infuriating way that makes me want to bend him over the table, then snatches my spoon and shovels some of my Froot Loops into his face. I snatch it back and once he finishes chewing, he sticks his tongue out at me.
“What if I wanna blow you?” I shrug, but the blood goes to my dick. And in the shorts I’m in, it won’t be a secret if he peeks. Behind me, the sunlight dims with a cloud passing by. Or an airplane. “Oh, come on… That doesn’t excite you even a little bit? When did you get so boring…”
“I mean, I like when you blow me. I’m just assuming that means you forgot today was Valentine’s Day and you want to make up for it with lots and lots of sex. Which, again, I’m not complaining. You know how much I like it when you’re the bottom bitch. But that would make it, what, the fourth year in a row?”
He hits me in the arm, and I pretend like it hurts just a little bit just so his ego doesn’t face any damage. His arms aren’t the noodles they used to be, but he definitely didn’t leave a dent in my biceps.
“Oh, fuck you--”
“Isn’t that your plan for tonight?”
“No, it’s my turn to bottom. And that first year totally does not count. We weren’t together. You had just admitted you liked me. We were not boyfriends yet. So that one doesn’t count!”
“Fine, then the third year in a row that you’ve forgotten Valentine’s Day.”
“I didn’t forget.” He sticks his bottom lip out in a cute little pout, his reddish-brown waves falling just ever so lightly over his eyes. I give him a kiss on the bottom lip and he whines when I bite down just to make him feel it a little bit more. “Stoppppp, your coffee breath is nasty but you’re cute it isn’t fair! Don’t cheat like this.”
“Coffee kisses or no kisses, I don’t know what you want from me.”
“Your dick in my ass.”
“Maybe after our plans for today, sure.”
He glares at me, but there’s a smile somewhere on his face.
“You made plans for today, (which is hot for the record, I love my sexy big masculine planning man), but they don’t involve pounding me so I walk funny for the rest of the plans? I mean, cute of you, but rookie mistake, stud.”
I set my spoon down in my Froot Loops and take a sip of my coffee while he scrutinizes my face.
“That’s because the plan is for you to fuck me first, you pain in the ass.”
He goes bright red, then his smile curls at the corners of his mouth like he’s the Grinch. His eyebrows narrow, too. My dick is now totally at attention beneath my shorts. I wasn’t actually planning on bottoming this morning, hence the coffee, but the way he’s reacting, I’m not sure I can back out now. Plus, it sounds nice. Every once in a while I get the urge.
He reaches his hand around the leg of the table and squeezes my thigh.
“You’re serious, right? You never want to bottom.” Then, when I take another bite instead of replying, his fingers slowly walk over to my crotch. I can feel the nerves and excitement glitter up and down my neck in that strange, sudden burst of nerve activity that you get when you’re feeling like this.
His fingers find my hard dick and tug at it through my shorts. I shiver. My stomach is buzzing with both the excitement and fear of getting rearranged soon. And my blood is pumping. I’m so, so hard.
Then Liam leans in and bites my neck, the same way I usually do to him, and I moan out loud. Like a fucking bitch. It feels pathetic. It feels hot. His fingers start to move, up and down, building up a rhythm, and I buck my hips to get a little more friction, then he pulls his fingers away and stops biting.
“Finish your Froot Loops, Noey,” he whispers into my ear before biting my earlobe.
I shiver. Fuck. Dominant Liam owns my ass. He’s never like this. But when he is, holy shit am I into it. And all I had to do was tell him I’d bottom tonight.
Then he gets up and leaves me at the table to my Froot Loops.
I finish them, put the bowl in the sink, then go to the bathroom to clean myself out. On the way there, my dick bounces in my shorts, giving me just a little bit more friction, and I moan because of it. Oops.
When I finish cleaning myself up, I go into the room and find him on the bed, spread eagle, a condom on and his dick soft. The most interesting part of all of this, though, is that he’s got the ropes from last night tied around his ankles and one of his arms.
“I thought I was the one bottoming right now, Lee,” I say, leaning over the bed and taking the head of his dick into my mouth. He groans at me, then pulls me off by my hair. He keeps a fistful of it, so I can’t do much but look at him from the position he’s got me in and rub his cock with my hand.
“You are,” he says, shoving me back down with some force. The dick hits the back of my throat, and I try not to gag, but tears start forming in my eyes. He tastes good. He tastes like him. “You’re just… also going to dominate me. Is that okay?”
I do my best to nod from this position, but my mouth is filled with my beautiful boyfriend’s cock, So instead I say “mmhmm” which earns me a moan, because the vibrations around his cock head must feel amazing. So I do it again, bobbing up and down and making sure my tongue’s moving while my lips suck harder. He moans again, and so I decide to get a little mean.
I reach my hand up and pinch his nipple so he shivers, then I rake my nails down his chest and belly the way he likes and he can’t do anything but shudder at my touch and buck his cock deeper into my throat. I choke and pull off, some saliva and precum connecting my lips back to his cock. I lick my lips and go up for a kiss, keeping my hand on his cock all the way.
His cockhead’s sensitive, so I don’t touch it bare. He doesn’t like it. I just keep moving the shaft up and down and squeeze a little bit here and there, just to get some more noises out of him. He likes to fake moan sometimes to make me feel like I’m doing a good job, but by now, I can tell the difference, so those little ones that escape his lips in a little gasp are by far my favorites. Each one of those earns another bite to his neck, which only makes him moan louder. He’s going to need that concealer he bought the other day if I keep it up.
With my free hand, I try my hardest to tie his other hand up the rest of the way. It’s sort of tricky, considering I don’t have both of my hands working at it, but when I move my hand away from his cock he whines, so I work at it until I get it all around his wrist, our lips locked the whole way. No tongues: neither of us like that. Why would I need to taste the inside of his mouth? Do you know how much bacteria is in that? Disgusting.
Then, once he’s all tied up, I lean back away from him and tap up and down his skin, little scratches up and down his belly, licking his cockhead and pulling away, all while he whines and writhes beneath the bonds. I love torturing him like this, seeing the usually snappy boy an absolute wreck beneath me. And he loves it, too, because we do this all of the time these days. Lately we’ve been going harder than ever. But with me bottoming today, I get the feeling it isn’t going to go like it usually does.
I reach over to tease him again, then think about something, so I crawl up on top of him, rock back once, then just collapse on top of him with all of my body weight. He groans.
“Oh, you ass, you’re supposed to be teasing me, not crushing me! Get off!”
“Don’t pretend you don’t love my body weight on you, you bottom,” I reply, grabbing my phone off of the nightstand and checking the time.
“Yeah, but you’re the one with the ass about to be fucked, so who’s the real bottom here? I just like your weight because you’re warm and comfy and make me feel safe, get off my ass, you ass.”
“Bottom, bottom,” I sing-song, shimmying back and forth a little bit, getting some friction on both of us.
“Come on, let’s go! Get back to torturing me! What could possibly be more important on your phone than sex with your ultra-hot boyfriend?”
It’s way later than I thought it was. I thought it was like nine. I slept way later than I realized. Fuck.
“Um, our reservations at noon,” I say kissing his neck and sitting up, then squatting over his dick. I sit on it with as much speed as I can, which isn’t saying much, but he’s already into it, despite trying to pretend he isn’t. There’s a lot of pressure, but he loosened me up a lot last night when he ate me out, so I’m not totally resistant to it going in. It still burns just a little bit. Good thing I lubed up my ass earlier, because I did not slobber enough on his cock.
“What? Hey, get off that, you haven’t made me earn it or anything! Also, what reservations?”
“Sorry, Lee. We need to get ready. We’ve got lunch at The Canterbury in like, an hour and a half. Fuck me fast, we can shower together, then throw on those tuxes your dad bought us when I proposed.”
I’ve definitely got the head in now. I guess he doesn’t need to be tied up anymore, considering I’m just going to ride him until he cums and not even worry about cumming myself or teasing him at all, but whatever. My thighs are as thick as ever from the squats I’ve been doing, and I catch him staring. I wink.
“Babe, those are supposed to be for our wedding, not a Valentine’s Day lunch.”
“The Canterbury is fancy, babe.”
I’m moving faster down than I probably should, because the dick is starting to hurt like a motherfucker, so I pull off and grab the lube from the nightstand and rub it all on him, then slide back down again. About half of it goes in now without issue. It still burns, but it burns less now.
“Not, like, tux fancy, though. Are we seriously having this conversation while you’re impaled on me?”
Fuck, my ass feels so full.
“Okay, but our dinner reservations are that fancy, and we won’t have time to come home to change.”
“BABE. How much money are you spending on us today?”
“A lot. You’re worth it. And I barely have any student loans. It’s one of my first paychecks at my first big boy job. Let me spoil you.”
I’m down to the balls now. I change positions a bit, leaning back so I can put some pressure on my arms, sit all the way down, and rub around a little bit. He starts to try to move, so I clench my ass and sit all the way down. His balls are rubbing against my crack, his dick is totally in me. It still burns, but it’s a nice kind of burn. Intense pressure that makes my dick hard.
Then, I start to bounce.
He immediately groans. I make sure I go up high enough that it almost falls all the way out, but I also know it feels the best that way. It’s the way that feels the best when he rides me.
“Fuuuuuuuuck. Fine. Fine. Fuck you. Fuck me. Whatever. Take me out to dinner. Just please let me move, too.”
I lean forward to give him a kiss, then linger afterwards to whisper onto his lips.
“No.”
I ride his cock, up and down, and now I’m starting to bounce harder and harder, hard enough that I even start to moan a bit and the sounds of our flesh clapping echo in the room. My cock is getting hard, so I take it into my hand and start jerking myself off over him. He tries to move again, so I stop and just sit there. He whines aloud again, like a little kid being told he can’t have a toy.
“Please, Noey… fuck…”
“No, baby. Behave. Let me get you off. Then we can go celebrate.”
“Hnnngh fine.”
“Lee?”
“Ohhhh, fuck… Yeah, Stud?”
“I love you. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Mmm… I love you too, Noey.”
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