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Noah's heart raced at Nick's words, the way the words sounded dripping with desire made his heart skip a beat.
“What are you suggesting?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
Without answering, Nick shifted position, guiding Noah to lay back on the bean bag, the air seemed to grow thicker with anticipation. Nick settled between Noah's legs and his breath caught in his throat, his skin prickling with goosebumps at the closeness, the heat between their bodies almost overwhelming.
"Nick, what are you—" Noah's voice cut off as Nick placed his hand on the inside of his thighs, his touch sending a shiver down his spine. His words died on his lips, all coherent thought escaping him as he struggled to find the words to speak.
He was torn between the need to pull away and the intense desire to get even closer, his mind consumed by a confusing mix of emotions.
“You can tell me no, and I’ll stop immediately,” Nick makes direct eye contact as he speaks, making sure Noah understands.
Noah's breath caught in his throat as Nick's words registered in his brain. There was a pause, a moment of silence as his heart pounded in his chest, the words stuck somewhere between his mind and mouth.
Nick’s finger traced a path along Noah’s sweatpants and his breath hitched, his eyes narrowing with a look of pure need. He opened his mouth to speak, his words thick and hoarse.
"Please... don't stop."
Nick grins, leaning down as his hand continues to rub across Noah’s inner thigh.
“Can I kiss you?”
Noah couldn't tear his eyes away from Nick's face, the words leaving his mouth hitting him like a wave. He found himself lost in Nick's intense expression, the way his eyes seemed to hold a desperate need.
A single nod was all he could manage, his throat closing up with anticipation. God, his mouth was so dry, the need for the closeness was overwhelming. Nick then dips down, capturing Noah’s lips, his free hand coming up to cup the base of Noah’s head.
It was the most soft, delicate, and gentle kiss, Nick’s plush lips against his own. Noah’s breath hitched in surprise, his lips parting for a moment before returning the kiss. His hands came up to cup Nick’s face, his fingertips tracing along his jaw with a tenderness that conveyed more than words could ever express. It was pure, vulnerable, and filled with a longing that seemed to grow in intensity.
Their kiss was slow, and Nick’s tongue swiped across Noah’s bottom lip as his hand got closer to the bulge in Noah’s sweatpants. A soft gasp escaped against Noah’s lips, a warm shiver shooting down his spine and setting his entire body ablaze with a mixture of sensations.
He could feel the heat begin to pool in his core, his hips instinctively pressing up against Nicks hand, his breath hitching as his touch brought forth a mix of pleasure and desire.
Nick laughs softly into Noah’s mouth, his tongue pressing in, making the kiss hot and deep. His hand then brushes over where Noah needs.
A low moan was lost between their lips, his body arching into the touch. He was melting against Nick, the kiss growing more intense, and Noah surrendered to the sensations, his inhibitions slipping away.
He was desperate for more, wanting to feel all of Nick against him, as close as possible. Nick then detached his lips from Noah, kissing down his jaw, then tipping his chin back to expose his neck. Noah's breath hitched softly as Nick's lips left his, his body completely submitting to him. His breathing became slightly faster, shallower, as he reveled in the sensations, his mind lost in the moment.
“Nick.." he whispered, his breathless voice filled with need.
“Yeah?” Nick murmurs, and he runs his tongue across Noah’s throat.
A gasp escaped his lips, his body responding to the feel of Nick's tongue on his neck. He buried his fingers into Nicks hair, his breath catching with each kiss along his skin. His hips canted forward, a needy move searching for more friction and contact.
“What is it, Noah?” Nick rasps, fighting to sink his teeth into him, marking until he turns purple.
Noah's breath hitched, his skin prickling with goosebumps. A small sound of need escaped his lips, his body pressing closer to Nick, trying to get as close as he possibly can. His hips bucked slightly, his need for skin against skin growing in urgency.
"Please.." he groans, his hands gripping Nick's hair even tighter.
Nick starts to kiss down past Noah’s collarbones, landing on his chest and taking a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it. His hand then presses against Noah’s clothed length, giving him a tease of friction.
"Nick..." A low moan escaped his lips as Nick's mouth found his chest, a shiver of pleasure coursing through his body. The sensations overwhelming, he arched into Nick's touch, his mind going hazy, his breathing becoming shallow.
With every press against his trapped cock, Noah's hips instinctively moved to meet the touch, a soft gasp escaping with each contact. He could feel his face growing flushed, his own need growing with each passing moment.
Nick detaches from his nipple, each kiss that trailed down Noah’s stomach, making heat spread through his body. His skin burned under the soft pressure of Nicks lips, his muscles clenching unconsciously. The sensations were unlike anything he had ever experienced, both pleasurable and yet torturous at the same time.
He needed more, he needed Nick, and he found himself pushing his hips up into Nick, searching for any form of relief.
Nick reaches the waistband of Noah’s sweatpants, pressing a kiss just above it before whispering, “Can I take these off?”
Noah nodded, his breath catching as anticipation and nerves coursed through him. He couldn't string together words if his life depended on it. He lifted his hips slightly in a silent plea for Nick to proceed.
Nick grins. “Thank you,” he murmurs, then uses his hands to tug them down and toss them behind him.
With every inch more of skin exposed, nerves mingled with anticipation. The way Nick looked down at him, with eyes full of desire and wonder, made him feel alive.
His hips bucked up, his gaze locked onto Nick's face, his lips parted in a silent gasp.
“I’ve got you, pretty thing,” Nick presses a few kisses above the waistband of Noah’s briefs. “Can I take these off as well?”
The desire in Nick’s eyes set his nerves ablaze with need, the affectionate titles leaving him breathless. He let out a sharp gasp, a low whine escaping in response to Nick’s question.
He managed a nod, his hips lifting slightly in confirmation, his hands fisting the fabric of the bean bag cushion, his thoughts consumed by the heat coursing through him.
Nick tugs them off as well, watching Noah’s cock spring free, his mouth watering at the sight. He was long, but not too thick, just like Noah. Nick smiles at the thought.
There was an undeniable heat to Nick's gaze, filled with desire and appreciation, and it made Noah shiver with anticipation. He watched as Nick's smile grew, and he couldn't help the soft sound that escaped his lips, his breathing growing slightly ragged.
He reached out, the tips of his fingers tracing soft lines along Nick's jaw, a gesture of soft adoration. "You're.. you're staring.." he whispered, his voice holding a hint of vulnerability.
Nick hums, his eyes fluttering a bit at Noah’s touch.
“Can’t help it,”
A soft chuckle escaped Noah's lips, his fingers tracing a path along Nick's jaw, his thumb lingering along the corner of his lips.
The intense focus of Nick's gaze made him feel seen. But it was deeper than that, it was as if he was baring his soul to Nick, exposing the most vulnerable parts of himself.
The vulnerability was terrifying, and yet it felt so perfectly natural. He swallowed hard, his eyes searching Nick's face.
"Are you just gonna keep staring, then?" Noah teased softly, his cheeks flushed red and his chest heaving slightly as he tried to maintain some sense of control. He couldn't resist giving a little teasing, a way to channel some of the tension brewing inside him.
The vulnerability left him feeling stripped, his words falling short under Nick's intense gaze. Beneath the joke, there was a silent call for reassurance.
“What, you need me or something?” Nick jokes, his hands gripping Noah’s inner thighs.
"I mean, only if you're offering.." he quipped back, the words dripping with mischief.
He couldn't resist a witty response, the teasing words rolling off his tongue with ease, a defense mechanism to hide the fact that he did in fact need Nick. He did need him, so badly it was starting to hurt.
“I guess I could help, then.” and with that, Nick dips his head, taking Noah’s tip into his mouth.
The moment Nick's lips closed around him, Noah's breath caught in his throat, his entire world coming to a halt. His hand reflexively grabbed onto the beanbag, his fingers gripping the fabric tightly. A soft gasp escaped his lips in response to Nick's lips and he felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through him as Nick's head slowly bobbed and he slowly took him deeper into his mouth.
Nick’s hands flexed across Noah’s inner thighs when a soft, strained sound escaped Noah's lips as Nick took him deeper into the warm, wet heat. There was something so irresistably captivating about the way Nick looked up at him through his eyelashes, their eyes locked in an intense moment.
Noah couldn't tear his gaze away from Nick, his mind consumed by the sight. Heat coiled low in his stomach, his breathing growing heavy with anticipation. He reached down, his fingers entangling with Nick's hair, not pulling but just resting there, craving the closeness.
Nick hums around Noah as his lips touch the patch of hair on his base, his eyes fluttering at the feeling of Noah sitting comfortably in the back of his throat.
The sound that escaped Noah was nearly guttural, his head falling back against the beanbag. His fingers threaded into Nick's hair, gripping the soft locks tightly as an intense feeling of pleasure built up low in his core, his body growing taunt.
He could feel his breath growing more ragged, the pleasure building up to a point that was becoming almost unbearable. His eyes shut tightly, his hand pulling a little at Nick's hair.
Nick then reached behind him with one hand, placing it on Noah’s, motioning him to control his head. Nick’s own cock was leaking in his shorts just at the thought of Noah fucking his mouth, using it for his own pleasure.
That request, the permission to have control, sent a shiver down Noah's spine, his blood pulsing in his ears. He opened his eyes, his breath hitching at the sight of Nick's hand on his own. His heart beat wildly, the need to claim Nick and to be claimed by him overwhelming.
He guided Nick's head with a low groan, his hips rolling up to meet his movements. Soft, strained gasps escaped him as he tried to find words, his mind clouded in a haze of pleasure, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm, seeking more of that intense, delicious heat. He pulled Nick's head down a little tighter, his grip tightening around his hair, his other hand reaching down to caress his jaw.
His breath came in heavy, quick pants, his body tensing in anticipation of release. But the world had narrowed down to this one perfect moment, and he wanted it to last forever. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, the sensations becoming too much to bear. His back was arching as he strained to hold back, wanting the pleasure to last.
Nick felt Noah’s hands untangle in his hair, then pushing his hair back from his face into a ponytail with both of his hands wrapped around it. Nick locked his eyes with Noah’s as he started back up again, rocking his hips into the back of Nick’s throat. It was like electricity, every movement lighting up his nerves and sending sparks of pleasure coursing through his body. With each sharp breath, Noah felt his control slipping away, the tension building up until it was almost unbearable.
He was trembling slightly, his breath coming out in short gasps, his fingers gripping so tightly onto Nick's hair that he knew it had to hurt, but Nick didn't seem to mind. He pulled with each movement, the pressure building until he couldn't hold back anymore. With a sharp, gasping breath, he came undone, his body spasming with waves of pleasure that racked through him like lightning.
The sound that escaped from him was guttural, nearly pornographic, his head falling back against the beanbag as he let go of Nick, the air around him feeling thick and heavy. He felt lightheaded, his body going limp in the aftermath of his release. He shut his eyes tightly, panting softly as he tried to catch his breath.
Nick’s hair fell back down around his face, and he pulled off of Noah with an obscene wet noise, swallowing what Noah so gracefully gave him. Noah's breath hitched as he stared down at Nick. The sight of Nick's hair coupled with him swallowing was nearly too much for him. He reached down with a shaky hand, his fingertips tracing along Nick's jaw.
“Come here," he gasped out in a soft, strained voice.
Nick smiled, crawling up next to Noah and resting his head beside his. Noah's breath was still shaky, though he was slowly catching his breath. His heart pounded within his chest, the sound loud in his ears. He let his fingers trace gently along Nick's jaw once more, his thumb dragging across Nick's lower lip. He met Nick's gaze, his eyes hazy and dark with pleasure, and a soft chuckle escaping his lips.
"You're gonna be the death of me, I swear," he murmured into Nick's ear.
Nick’s eyes fluttered, his cock twitching in his shorts.
“Am I?”
Noah nuzzled his face into Nick's neck, his nose tracing a line along Nick's jaw. "Oh, you are," he said. "You're dangerous," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Nick hums, placing a hand on Noah’s bare hip.
“Why’s that?”
Noah's lips brushed against Nick's neck, every touch sending a shiver down Nick’s spine. He was sensitive, his skin electrified, and the feeling of Noah’s lips was making his senses go wild.
Noah nuzzled his face into the crook of Nick's neck, his breath warm against Nick's skin. "Your hands should be registered as weapons. Your smile, a weapon of mass destruction, and your lips?" He leaned back to look Nick in the eyes.
"A lethal combo."
Nick laughs, bringing his free hand to Noah’s chin and tipping it up so they could look at each other. He leans in, resting their foreheads together and whispering, “You flatter me.”
Noah let his breath ghost across Nick's face, his lips parting in a small smile. His body was pressed against Nick's, their skin touching, the warmth of them combined making them both feel hot.
He chuckled softly, his lips dangerously close to Nick's. "I'm serious," he whispered. "I think you might be my weakness, and I don't think I mind too much."
“Oh, so it’s not a problem now after I gave you the best head of your life?”
"I-" Noah's breath caught in his throat at Nick's words, his face flushing and his mouth curling into a soft smile. His hand cupped Nick's jaw, his thumb dragging across his lips.
“Shut up," he laughed.
“Caught you, fucker,” Nick murmurs, and presses his lips to Noah’s.
A soft laugh escaped Noah as he kissed Nick back, the taste of Nick's lips against his igniting his desires once more. He could feel Nick's hand on his hip, and without thinking, he pressed himself harder against him.
He could feel the heat between them and it felt like fire, the kind of fire that's so hot it turns blue. He let himself melt into the feel of Nick, his arms pulling him closer until their bodies were pressed together, his body craving the closeness.
His lips parted, his tongue slipping out to tease Nick's lips gently, his desire clear in the way he moved against him.
A soft sigh escaped him, his hand burying in Nick's hair. He wanted him, badly. Wanted all of him. Wanted the closeness and intimacy, the trust and the need. He felt greedy, his mouth parting as he pulled Nick closer, the kiss growing desperate.
He could feel the heat rising in him, that familiar feeling settling low in his core. His body seemed to move on instinct as he hooked his leg around Nick's waist, rolling onto his back and pulling Nick on top of him.
Nick's weight was a delicious pressure on Noah, his body pressed against his own. His hands rested on the muscular planes of Nick's back, his nails tracing gentle lines on his skin. He detached their lips and tilted his head back, exposing his neck to Nick, silently offering him the chance to claim him.
“Fuck, Noah,” Nick groaned, his elbows beside Noah’s head propping him up. His head dips down, his tongue tracing along the ink, tasting Noah’s skin and the thin layer of sweat with it.
Noah's breath hitched as Nick's lips moved against his neck, his entire body sensitive to his touch. He tilted his head to the side, giving Nick better access. God, the way Nick was making him feel was addictive, his body igniting every time Nick touched him.
He closed his eyes, letting himself get consumed by the sensations that Nick was eliciting in him, his fingers digging into Nick's skin, urging him for more. Nick then attached his lips to Noah’s neck, sucking on a sensitive spot, his fingers digging into Noah’s hair.
The feeling of Nick's lips on his neck made him gasp, his eyes fluttering shut as he pulled Nick in more by his hair. Soft moans escaped him as he felt Nick kissing along his neck, his body arching into Nick's touch, his hips bucking up against his.
“Shit,” Nick hissed. “You keep that up, or I’m gonna have to fuck you.”
A deep, husky chuckle escaped him as Nick's words hit his ears. The words sent a shockwave of desire through him, his entire body reacting to them, desperate for more. He couldn't help the way his hips rolled up again, chasing more contact.
A small, needy sound escaped him, his body craving more of Nick, his hand tangling in Nick's hair and pulling lightly, bringing him closer. God, he had never wanted someone this badly, the need for Nick consuming him.
"Nick.. please," he gasped out softly, his voice a whisper.
“I want you. Need you."
He looked up at Nick through hooded eyes, his desire clear in his gaze. His finger slowly trailed over Nick's jaw, tracing his lower lip with a soft touch. Nick then pulled his face from Noah’s neck to look at his face fully. His eyes blinked a few times before they focused.
“Are you sure, Noah?”
He stared up at Nick, his eyes tracing every detail of his face. His gaze was intense, filled with need and desire. There was no doubt in his mind, the need was overwhelming. He nodded, his fingers tracing a path along Nick's jaw again.
“I'm sure," he whispered hoarsely, his body arching up to brush against Nick's.
Nick groans, then whispers, “Okay, if you decide you don’t want to, at any point-“
Noah pressed his fingers against Nick's lips, silencing him.
“Nick... Trust me. I won't regret this, you can't get rid of me now." He offered a small smile.
Noah felt vulnerable and exposed, but he knew this was different. Nick was different. This wasn't just a moment of desire, it was a need. A need for closeness and intimacy.
“I’m just worried now, I guess… you seemed like you didn’t want to earlier, and-“
"Stop thinking and look at me.” Noah breathed out, cutting him off again, his voice trembling with desire. He reached up to cup Nick's face, his gaze locking onto his. He wanted Nick to feel the truth in his words. "I want this. I want you." His words were soft, laced with vulnerability.
Nick sucks in a breath, then whispers.
“Okay, I’ve got you, then.”
Nick's words of reassurance made him feel safe and secure. He nodded, his heart filling with adoration for him. He traced a pattern along Nick's jaw, his desire making him bold.
“Well what are you waiting for?" he whispered, his voice husky with need.
Nick laughs, then dips his head down, once again connecting his lips with Noah’s. Noah sighed against the soft pressure of lips against his own. His hands cupped Nick's face, pulling him in deeper. His body arched into the kiss, his lips parting in a soft gasp, his breath mingling with Nick's.
He felt desperate, his body craving more. He was starting to feel overwhelmed by the need, the feeling coursing through him like lightning. Nick hums into the kiss, and sits up a little, reaching to take his shirt off, disconnecting for a moment only to dive right back in, his shirt now thrown into a void.
As Nick pulled away to take off his shirt, Noah found his heart racing. When Nick came back down and connected their lips, it felt intoxicating. Every touch felt like pure perfection, like he was drowning in sensations.
His hands trailed over Nick's torso, feeling the soft skin under his fingertips, the warmth of him. He felt like he was burning up inside, his hands tracing the lines of Nick's muscles, his hands mapping the contours of his body.
His breath hitched with each movement, his mind going fuzzy with need. He could feel the heat radiating off Nick, the way his warmth seemed to set his entire body on fire, just a single touch.
His legs moved to wrap around Nick's waist, pulling their bodies closer and craving the contact. Nick smiled into their kiss, his hands digging into Noah’s hair. A soft sigh escaped Noah’s mouth. God, that little spark of pleasure each time Nick’s fingers tugged. He pressed himself up against Nick, feeling every inch as he pressed their bodies closer together.
His heart raced, his hands feeling greedy, tracing along Nick's back and feeling the muscles flexing under his touch. Nick then pulls back just enough to speak, looking into Noah’s glassy eyes.
“You wanna do this here?”
A soft chuckle escaped Noah as he met Nick's gaze. He could see the question in his eyes, the desire in him clear as day.
Noah nodded, a smirk forming on his lips. "Well, where are you suggesting?" he teased lightly, his hands tracing small circles along Nick's lower back. Nick smiles and presses a kiss to his cheek.
“Didn’t know you were into being caught, Noah,” he teases.
"Shut up," he laughed, his cheeks flushing slightly red as he rolled his eyes at Nick's teasing. "I'll have you know, I have a very adventurous side."
“Oh, really? What else are you into, hmm?”
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Noah joked, a mischievous light playing in his eyes. He reached out and traced gentle lines along Nick's side, his touch light and teasing.
“I would very much, actually,” Nick grins, pressing another kiss to Noah’s cheek, and then his nose.
Noah's lips curled into a soft smile as Nick peppered his face with little kisses. A light chuckle escaped Noah as Nick's lips pressed against his jaw, the touch sending warm sensations through him. He reached up and traced soft circles on Nick's back, a small sigh escaping his lips.
He could feel the tension in Nick, as well as his own. Both of them were getting impatient, desperate for more. The need consuming them both. He lifted his gaze and met Nick's eyes, his gaze intense and heated. He ran his fingers through Nick's hair, enjoying the how soft it felt after it dried.
“How do you want me?” Nick murmurs.
"However you'll have me.." he whispered, his breath shaky as need coursed through his veins. He wanted everything and anything Nick would give him, he craved it. His hands traced soft patterns across Nick's skin, his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their path. "I just.. I need you."
“You’re so good.” Nick sighs. “Is this comfortable, though? We’re basically on the floor,”
A small, lighthearted chuckle escaped Noah at Nick's comment. God, he felt comfortable, the sensations of Nick's body against his own providing enough warmth. He reached up to cup Nick's face, his thumb tracing a path along his cheek.
“I feel fine, as long as you're on top of me, I don't really care." He teased lightly.
Nick groans at that, connecting his forehead to Noah’s.
“Gonna fuck you so good.” he murmurs.
Noah's breathing hitched. He closed his eyes for a moment as Nick's words hit his. A sharp jolt of desire coursed through his body, his hips bucking up slightly as he pulled Nick in closer. He swallowed hard, his lips parting as he whispered back.
"Promise?"
Instead of answering, Nick connects their lips once again. He reaches down, tugging his shorts off and tossing them away, Noah’s hips canting up into his. Their hard, leaking cocks brush, making Noah whine and pressing his heels into Nick’s lower back.
"Oh my god," he whispered against his lips, a small moan escaping him as he felt Nick's hips press down against him. His body felt on fire, the way Nick's mouth moved against his sending sparks through him. He could feel the need building up inside him, his brain clouded over with sensations. His body arched up slightly, his hips bucking up in search of friction. Nick pulls back, catching his breath a little.
Noah opened his eyes slightly, his eyes hooded as he met Nick's gaze. His chest rose and fell with each breath, his breathing more rapid now. He could feel the anticipation building up inside him, his mind consumed by the need for Nick. He traced gentle circles along Nick's back, his fingertips dancing along the skin.
“Gotta grab lube, it’s in my suitcase,” Nick mumbles, slowly disconnecting himself to Noah.
He nodded in response, his thoughts still a little hazy in the moment, his brain still trying to catch up. He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes watching Nick’s every move as he rose to his feet, heading to the back of the bus.
Noah took the moment to breathe, taking a few deep breaths as he watched Nick return with the little bottle of lube. His body still felt warm, the need for Nick clear in his eyes as he watched him with anticipation.
Nick stood over him for a moment, looking down at him with a glimmer in his eyes. He couldn’t believe that this man, the most attractive man he’s laid eyes on, is completely laid out for him, waiting for him.
Noah's eyes followed Nick's every move, his gaze locking onto him as a small smile touched his lips. He noticed the look in Nick's eyes, the glint of desire that danced in them. Noah's body felt warm, his heart racing. His eyes traced Nick's features, the soft curve of his jaw, the arch of his brows, the look of adoration clear on Nick's face.
Nick then goes to his knees, gripping Noah’s thighs to wrap them around his waist again as their faces were inches apart.
"You're so goddamn beautiful," Noah whispered softly, his hand reaching up to run his fingers along Nick's face. His thumb traced the line of his jaw, his gaze never wavering from Nick's.
"God, you're so perfect." He added, his own vulnerability surprising him in the moment.
“You want me sooo badly,” Nick teases, a soft smile on his face as his hands sooth over Noah’s thighs.
“Yeah, I'm desperate,” Noah admitted softly, a small chuckle escaping him as he leaned up on his elbows. "You're hot, and I'm getting so impatient for you," he purred softly, his hand tracing lines on Nick's side.
“Well, it’s working.”
With that, Nick leans back up, pressing Noah’s thighs up to expose him more. He grins down at Noah’s tight hole, grabbing the small bottle of lube and flipping it open.
A soft sound escaped him, his body arching slightly as Nick reached over to uncap the bottle of lube, his heart racing with anticipation. His breathing grew a little more ragged as he watched Nick coat his fingers with the cool liquid. "Nick.." he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.
“Still okay with this?” Nick murmurs, setting the bottle down and waiting until Noah answers before he touches him next.
"Yeah, please," Noah breathed out softly, his voice a whispered plea. He felt vulnerable, but in the best way, his body tensing with anticipation, his chest rising with each short breath. He reached up and traced a soft line along Nick's jaw, his thumb tracing over his lips.
Nick grins, sticking his tongue out a little to lick the pad of Noah’s thumb before circling his rim, coating it with lube.
A small gasp escaped him, his eyes fluttering shut as Nick's tongue touched the pad of his thumb, sending a jolt of warmth through him. He felt Nick's index finger beginning to circle his entrance, the coolness making him shiver.
“Gonna put just one in for now, that alright?”
"Yeah, please.. please do. I need it," he breathed out, his words soft and filled with a hint of desperation. He traced a path along Nick's cheek, his thumb brushing against his lips. Nick hums, dipping half of his middle finger in.
Noah bit his lower lip, his breathing hitching at the feeling of Nick's finger pushing in further. A low gasp escaped him, his body tensing slightly at the sensation. His hand reached up and traced a path along Nick's jaw, his hand stopping in his hair, his fingers digging into Nick's hair.
“Okay?”
"Yeah, I'm good.." he whispered softly, his hand tangled in Nick's hair. As Nick slowly pulled his finger out, he felt his whole body tense, a small gasp escaping. "You're gonna.. make me lose it if you keep teasing me.." he teased.
Nick laughs softly. “I’m not trying to, just gotta prep you,” he dips his finger back in, now burying it to the knuckle.
Noah groaned, his mouth opening in a soundless gasp. Nick was taking his sweet time, and while it felt amazing, Noah was already starting to feel impatient and needy, his body pressing back against Nick's finger. "Nick," he whispered, his voice breathy. "Come on.."
“Okay, okay,” Nick pulls his finger out, adding his pointer, and burying them both in.
Noah's head fell back, a moan escaping his lips, his breathing picking up pace as he felt Nick's fingers pushing deeper. He gripped onto Nick's hair, his fingers tugging the strands hard. "You're gonna make me go insane, Nick.."
“Haven’t even found your prostate yet, baby,” he grins, moving his two fingers around, searching for that bundle of nerves.
Noah’s eyes flutter shut, his breathing stuttering as he feels Nick searching inside him. His hips rock slightly, his breath hitching on a soft gasp as he felt Nick's finger brush against that spot. Electricity sparks through him, the feeling nearly overwhelming, a sharp jolt of pleasure rocking through him.
“Oh, Noah,” he soothes, pressing the pads of his fingers against it.
"Oh god," he breathed, his mind going blank in the moment. His grip tightens in Nick's hair, his breathing quick and ragged, his hips slowly rocking up against Nick's fingers. A shudder raced down his spine, his voice falling to a mere whisper, his words pleading. "I need more.."
“Gonna add a third, just in case,” Nick murmurs, pulling out and adding his ring finger, immediately dipping back in.
A soft gasp escaped him as he felt Nick stretching him, adding a third. His breath hitched, his body tensing slightly for a moment before he slowly started relaxing. "C'mere," he murmured. He reached out and gently tugged at Nick's hair, pulling harder. "Come kiss me, please."
A smile spreads across Nick’s face as he leans down, connecting their lips as his fingers pressed in and out of Noah.
Noah melted into the kiss, the desire coursing through him like fire, his hand gripping Nick's hair tightly as he deepened the kiss. He groaned against Nick's lips, his body rocking against Nick's fingers in a desperate attempt to feel him deeper and faster.
He presses his fingers against those nerves once again, dipping his tongue into Noah’s mouth as he does.
He arched up into the kiss, his breath catching as Nick pressed onto that spot again. A low, guttural moan escaped him, his mouth opening against Nick's to let him explore. He felt desperate, his need pouring over him like heat, his fingers tightening in Nick's hair.
His nails dragged against Nick's scalp, soft whimpers escaping him. He felt close, that small ball of need growing inside him, growing bigger with every slow movement Nick made. The only thoughts in Noah's mind were pleas, his lips moving against Nick's, the fire inside him burning bright and hot.
Nick felt Noah clenching around his fingers desperately, and decided he was ready for his cock. He pulls back from the kiss, pulling his fingers out as well, grabbing the bottle of lube.
“You ready for me, sweetheart?”
A soft sound escaped him as Nick pulled back, feeling nearly empty without Nick's fingers inside him. As Nick grabbed for the bottle of lube, his eyes fluttered, his desire growing as he nodded. He reached out and traced a soft line along Nick's jaw, his words coming out as mere breaths of breathless gasps as he whispered, "I'm so ready. Please."
Nick takes his own bottom lip between his teeth as he uncaps the lube once again, spreading it across his neglected cock with a groan.
The vision of Nick spreading the lube onto himself send a jolt of need though him, his breath short with anticipation. He reached out, his hands tracing along Nick's hips, his thumbs tracing the sharp jutting bones at the hips. The need coursing through him almost overwhelmed him, making his hands tremble against Nick's hips. He bit his lower lip, needing to feel more of Nick in the most intimate way, his words quiet as he begged once again. "Please, Nick, I need you so bad."
“Okay, just a second, sweet boy,” he murmurs, adding more lube onto Noah’s now puckered hole.
The pet name felt so comforting, it felt so good to hear. Nick's voice calming him with every tender word he spoke. He leaned his head back, his mouth falling open with anticipation, his chest rising with each short breath. His body was thrumming with need, his eyes flicking up to meet Nick's. He was close to begging, desperate for Nick's touch.
Nick grips Noah’s hip with one hand, his other guiding his tip to Noah’s entrance, rubbing across it a few times.
Nick's touch sent waves of need crashing through him, his body shivering in anticipation. God, he felt so needy for the feel of just the tip against him, he let out a desperate whine. He reached out, his hands tracing the planes of Nick's chest, his fingers trembling as he touched Nick's skin.
“Noah,” Nick murmurs under his breath, his name slipping from his mouth without a thought. He presses his tip into Noah’s hole, trying to hold back from burying himself balls deep immediately at the feeling.
Noah's breath caught in his throat at the feeling of Nick pressing in, his body tensing for a moment before slowly relaxing to let Nick in deeper. A gasp escaped him as he felt the slight stretch. He reached up and tangled his fingers in Nick's hair, his breath sharp and quick. He needed Nick, badly. "Nick, Nicky, please move," he whispered.
“Okay, okay,” he presses in a few inches deeper, his thumb rubbing soothing motions across Noah’s hips.
Noah's breath hitched as felt him sink deeper, a soft sound escaping him. He could feel himself opening up to him, his body slowly adjusting. His hands moved to Nick's back, his fingers tracing along the sharp lines of his body. He felt so needy, his desperation growing with every movement of Nick's hips. He bit back a moan, his eyes fluttering shut at how Nick pressed against him, the sweet stretch making him feel so full. Nick was so gentle with him, his touches tender and soft, each touch soothing the need that was coursing through him. "Nick, I need you to move faster. Please, baby, I'm gonna lose it," he whispered desperately.
“Just wanted to make sure you were comfortable,” Nick reminds him, then presses himself fully in, groaning at the heat and tightness completely enveloping him.
A gasp escaped him as Nick filled him completely, his head falling back against the floor as he was overcome with sensations, Nick so perfect inside him. He felt complete in a way that he never had before, his body melting under Nick's touch. "Jesus, Nick," he whispered hoarsely, his voice breathless, his thoughts consumed by Nick.
“Feels good?” Nick murmurs, and pulls halfway out, then pressing back in a little roughly.
A gasp escaped him as Nick pulled halfway out and then pressed back in again. The sensation felt like pure electricity, buzzing through him in waves. Noah's hand tangled in Nick's hair, pulling him down for a soft kiss. "It feels so damn good," he whispered against Nick's lips.
Nick chuckles into Noah’s mouth, their lips moving against each other’s as he pulls back out with just his tip in, slamming back in.
A low moan escaped him as he felt Nick slam back into him. Nick's hips moving against his felt incredible, and with every snap of Nick's hips against him, the need building inside him grew bigger and bigger. His fingers twisted into Nick's hair, his mouth falling open slightly against Nick's lips as he panted for air.
Nick continued with these motions, their moans and gasps filling each others mouths, and the sound of skin slapping filling the bus.
The sounds filling the bus felt obscene, but oh so perfect. The sound of their moans mixing in the air, blending together in the most beautiful way. As Nick continued his motions, Noah felt close, the need coursing through him. Every thrust had him arching up into Nick, his breath quick and ragged. "I'm close.. please," he whined against his lips.
Nick changed his angle, gripping the back of Noah’s thighs and pressing them to Noah’s chest, roughly thrusting into Noah.
Noah's entire world spun, Nick's new angle driving him crazy with desire. He felt his body arching up against Nick, his hands gripping onto Nick's back as he cried out, his breaths quick and desperate. "Oh god.. Nick. Baby.. please," he gasped out, his words sounding more like a prayer.
Nick feels himself brush against those nerves, and a grin spreads across his face. He changes his angle once again, making sure he was directly hitting that spot.
Waves of pleasure ran through him like electricity, Nick's thrusts driving him to the edge. Each wave more and more forceful, overwhelming him with sensations. His back arched up, his fingers digging into Nick's back. Noah's breath hitched, his breath quick in his lungs as he felt himself unraveling, his words broken with a sharp gasp. "N.. Nick, I'm.."
His release hit him like a freight train, his mind going blank as he arched up into Nick, gripping him tightly. It felt like his entire body was being pulled in two, the overstimulation almost too much. His body shook against him as his orgasm hit him, hard, a soft sound escaping him as he felt Nick's lips on his neck. He could feel the warmth of his release spilling out, his own body pressing up against Nick. Even after feeling spent, his body felt electric, even the slightest touch sending jolts through him. He pulled Nick in, wanting Nick all around him. He pressed his lips against Nick's neck. "Nicky, please," he whispered against Nick's skin. Nick continued pressing into Noah, chasing his own release now.
Noah felt oversensitive, every move Nick make had him shaking with oversensitivity. He could hear himself whispering soft words of encouragement, his arms wrapping around Nick's shoulders and pulling him closer to him. The air was thick with sensations, his body feeling heavy with overstimulation and pleasure.
He could feel Nick's body start to tremble against him, his hips losing their steady rhythm. "Come on, Nick, let go. I've got you," he whispered, his voice low and filled with need.
“Fuck,” Nick groaned, his head dropping to Noah’s shoulder as his hips stilled against Noah, his orgasm ripping through him like he’d never felt before.
Noah held him close, his arms wrapped around him, his head resting against the soft waves of Nick's hair. The feeling of Nick against him and inside him, the heat radiating from him, felt so right. It filled the small space between them, a sense of perfect intimacy flooding through Noah.
Nick breathed out as he felt his hot liquid seep into Noah, the sensation a bit overwhelming to even think about. After a few moments, Noah gently pulled his legs down from where they were wrapped around Nick's waist. He buried his face into the soft skin of Nick's neck, taking a moment to breathe in the scent of him. He still felt a bit shaky and overwhelmed from his release, his whole body buzzing. Nick then slowly pulled himself out, wincing at the look on Noah’s face.
Noah let out a soft gasp as Nick pulled out, his sensitive body feeling a little empty now. He watched Nick's face, his own eyes hazy and half-lidded, his lips parted as he breathed heavily. Nick looked back up, their eyes connected. They’d hadn’t spoken another word just yet.
Noah felt breathless, the emotions coursing through him in waves. He slowly reached up and gently traced his fingers along Nick's face, tracing along the sharp angles of his jaw.
“I think I love you.”
Nick had to throw away the bean bag that night.