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Liam has to be patient.
Which is okay. He can be. He’s gotten good at it. When Noel first started doing this, Liam was bad at it—would squirm and whine for Noel to get on with it—but that never worked. Noel’s indulgent, happy mood would turn sour, and he’d punish Liam, making him kneel on cold, hard floors, or edging him past the point of tears, or fucking his face so hard Liam feared he’d throw up.
But now, Liam’s good at it. He lies on his back, legs lazily open with his wrists up by his face. He lets Noel touch him, doesn’t touch Noel back. He keeps his gaze down and his body still and Noel looks at him, squeezes his thighs and waist, palms his nipples, pushes his legs apart, and runs his thumb over Liam’s gums.
Liam can’t help but grunt softly. His hips circle into nothing. Noel adjusts his stance over Liam, smiles close-lipped and smug down at him, and starts squeezing and rubbing harder. He might slap Liam’s hole soon, or shove a finger roughly down Liam’s throat. Uncomfortable, that, but Liam doesn’t mind because it means Liam’s been good, and turned Noel on, and Noel will probably give him an orgasm soon.
Noel grabs him by the jaw. Liam opens his mouth obediently, and lets himself raise his eyes to Noel’s. Noel’s pleased with him. Good. Liam lets his tongue rest on his bottom lip, asking.
“My good boy,” Noel says quietly. It makes Liam warm and golden all over. Liam loves Noel so much.
Noel leans down to kiss him, softly. Tongue first, too short. Liam wants so bad he’ll shake apart with it. “Noel,” he begs.
“Good boy,” Noel says in between slow kisses. Liam goes pliant under him, but can’t help his hips wriggling and squirming for attention. “Needy,” Noel chides, not speeding up. It’s condescending and mean, but affectionate, and Liam is needy, he needs Noel to touch him. He wants to come. He whines into Noel’s mouth.
Thankfully, Noel maneuvers a hand down to Liam’s clothed cock and squeezes slowly. Liam moans—he immediately needs more, needs Noel’s tight fist around his cock, Noel’s thumb rubbing against his slit, Noel’s overwhelming, too-fast pace—but Noel lets go.
Liam tries very hard to be good, to not start whining. He bucks his hips up, asking. Noel pets at his hair and kisses him sweetly, three times on the cheek. Liam feels abruptly on the verge of tears.
“Shh, Liam,” Noel says. Condescending again. Liam makes a desperate noise and tries spreading his legs wider. It sort of works; Noel sits back and starts groping his chest and waist again, pulling down Liam’s boxers slowly, like he’s trying to tease. He presses Liam’s cock into his stomach and palms it, and Liam can’t help himself, his hips rabbit up into Noel’s palm, and he moans out loud at how good it feels. Opens his legs wider. Noel pulls them further apart with his other hand and then rubs his thumb over Liam’s hole. Liam pushes up again into Noel’s hand, then down on the thumb, trying to get it to breach. It feels good, the pressure from both sides, but it’s not enough. Noel moves his hand, devastatingly, off of Liam’s cock, and Liam whines again, upset.
Apparently Noel took his hand off Liam’s cock to hold his hips still. “Be good.” He says. Liam wants nothing more than to obey. His cock, when he glances down at it, is red and demanding. He whines again. Before, before he knew how to be good, he might have taken himself in hand and started wanking himself off by now, but he knows better. He’s been well trained. He’s being good.
Noel pushes one of his legs up and out. The stretch feels good, but not as good as Noel smoothing his hand up Liam’s thigh, squeezing the thickest part of it, pinching the outside. Noel’s enjoying himself, clearly—his eyes are bright and fixed in between Liam’s legs, and his cock is straining against the jeans he still hasn’t taken off. Liam’s mouth waters at the thought.
“Need you,” Liam tries, when Noel doesn’t do anything. Noel crawls back up to kiss Liam gently on the cheek again. Liam still feels close to tears. His whole world is this—the four walls of this hotel room, the sheets against his bare skin, and Noel, and Noel, and Noel. It’s overwhelming, it’s so good.
Noel runs his right thumb against Liam’s bottom lip, and Liam draws it in his mouth with his tongue. It feels good, having something in his mouth—that something being Noel’s thumb, those beloved contours, his short and neat thumb nail pressing up against the roof of Liam’s mouth. Liam sucks, and swirls his tongue around it, and the rest of Noels fingers hold him by the jaw. He wants it in his mouth forever. His eyes are closed in contentment, but Noel’s whispered “kidda” makes him open them, and the first thing he registers is that he’s been rocking his hips into nothing again, in time with his sucks, and the second thing is Noel’s eyes on him, their own shared blue. Liam loves Noel so much. He wants him so bad.
Liam sucks again, slowly, on Noel’s thumb, lets it nearly fall out of his mouth before drawing it back in with his eyes locked on Noel’s.
“Good,” Noel says. Liam is glowing from the inside out. Noel’s other hand holds him by the cheek, and wipes under his eyes—Liam must have been crying a little. Or maybe he still is. It doesn’t matter, because Noel loves him, and Liam’s good.
When Noel takes his thumb out of Liam’s mouth, Liam misses it. But Noel replaces it pretty quickly with his tongue, which Liam likes too, until he’s rubbing at Liam’s hole with his wet thumb. Liam lets him.
Noel pushes his thumb in. It isn’t the highly pleasurable, urgent fullness that it is when they use proper wet stuff—it’s only Noel’s thumb, and Liam’s spit doesn’t smooth out all the friction. But it’s a good, demanding sort of stretch, and Noel bends his thumb to rub and pull at Liam’s rim from the inside. Liam moans and tries really hard not to grab at his cock, and then doesn’t have to, because Noel gets a hand around it, starts rubbing circles around the frenulum. Liam’s hips jerk uncontrollably, trying to get more of both frustrating, consuming feelings.
Normally, he likes it complete; his whole cock touched, Noel’s fingers all the way in him. Now, he’s thrusting desperately, quicker than his normal pace, feverishly trying to get more pleasure out of the little areas Noel is touching. It’s heady and difficult, Liam needs it so bad, he’s trying so hard, and the pleasure is sharp and overwhelming.
He’s making gasping, moaning sounds, and the pain of too little wet makes it even better—it hones the pleasure into something bright and immediate. Liam’s whole body feels hot. Noel moves to rub at Liam’s slit hard, again and again, and Liam spasms, jerking into the feeling.
“More,” he gasps, lightheaded. He needs to come.
“C’mon,” Noel says, and Liam’s too out of it to hear how affected Noel is. “C’mon, kidda.”
Liam can’t control himself anymore—his back arches without his conscious input, and he tosses his head back and forth on the pillow trying to handle the feeling building in his groin. “Noel,” he whines again, and wants something to grab, fists the sheets. Noel’s thumb in his hole is tugging fast, like nothing Liam’s ever felt, like Noel’s fingering a girl or playing the guitar.
“C’mon,” from Noel, “C’mon, fucking beautiful, come for me—Be good, are you gonna be good? Are you gonna come for me?” Liam’s ears are ringing.
Orgasm hits Liam like a freight train. He comes so hard he can’t breathe through it, has to hold his breath as orgasm wracks his entire body. He clenches hard around Noel’s thumb, writhes desperately into his fist, and finally lets out a broken howl through his teeth as his cock pulses out the final few spurts of come.
With a groan, Liam regains awareness. Unlike Noel, who somehow never seems to have this problem, Liam’s come gets everywhere. There’s some sliding down his cock, some in his public hair, some all over his chest. Noel rubs hard over his slit again, and Liam lets the sensation shudder through him, whimpers. He feels good—floaty and a little giggly. He loves Noel.
Noel, who is abandoning Liam’s overworked cock and arse to shift up the bed to Liam.
“Mm.” Liam says, happily. He blinks very slowly.
“Your mouth.” Noel says. He sounds a bit strangled while wrestling open his jeans and shoving down his boxers. “Give me your mouth.”
Liam opens his mouth obediently, but makes no extra effort to take Noel’s cock. Noel, finding no problem with this, props Liam up, straddles his chest, and shoves inside.
Liam lets him. He closes his lips around Noel’s cock, hollows his cheeks, rests his tongue over his bottom teeth, and lets Noel use him. He lets him rub against his tongue, fuck into his throat, pull on his hair.
He’s being relatively nice today, Liam thinks absently. He’s only got about half his cock inside Liam’s mouth, and while he’s fucking Liam’s mouth fast, he’s not being brutal.
He’s looking down at Liam, at where his cock disappears inside Liam’s mouth. Liam’s eyes keep threatening to close, but he looks back. Noel makes some sort of groaning, grunting noise, and Liam opens his throat, ready to receive. But Noel shoves backwards, wanks himself furiously, and gets the first spurts of come on Liam’s face. Then Noel shoves back in, moaning loudly, and thrusts gently through the final aftershocks of his orgasm.
Liam moans quietly around Noel’s cock. Noel makes another strangled sound, then slips free.
Liam feels very good. Sated. Noel collapses beside him, which is even better. Sleepily, Liam rolls over to bury his face entirely into Noel’s neck, wishes he could love Noel so hard they fuse together.
Noel’s hand comes up to pet Liam’s hair. Liam has never felt better. He loves Noel. He hums. Noel keeps combing, and keeps loving Liam right back.