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could be, Tobias pulled away, his fingers tugging at Noah's hair. "Cute, boy," he said with a grin. "But I still get to come-you don't." He rolled, pushing Noah to the bed and straddling one thigh, bringing their spit-slicked erections together and rocking gently. Noah gasped as he ended up on his back again, and while he didn't look happy about it, he didn't seem unhappy either.

"You can suck me off if you want-the other choice is I rub off on you right now." He had to fight to keep from rolling his eyes as he thrust, the sensation was so sweet, his need spiking suddenly. "Never mind. Hold on, boy."

Tobias watched Noah watching, watched as Noah trained his eyes down his body, finally reaching down and slowly tightening his fingers around both their cocks, binding them together with both hands. Foolish on his part under the circumstances, but selfless, Tobias allowed in what was close to his very last coherent thought before giving in to his body.

Noah's fingers were the perfect touch, the friction of his cock a wicked lick of flame that sent him over the edge with-he admitted to himself-unseemly haste. He heard himself grunt Noah's name, but buried it hastily under a bruising kiss as he pumped his fluid onto his boy's belly. A tiny part of his mind reminded him that he was supposed to be paying attention to Noah's status; thankfully, his own much relieved prick was slick and sliding along a nicely rigid erection.

He smiled into the kiss before backing off and falling to the side, panting. "Well done, sweetheart. Really. I'm impressed."

"Fuck, you're hot when you come, sir," Noah panted at him, eyes a little glazed and his face flushed. But the words 235

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had barely left his mouth before his eyes widened and his lips twitched. "Oh, God, I'm in for it now, aren't I?" he asked rhetorically.

Tobias laughed, the sound rich and full of joy, even to his own ears. God, how long since he'd heard that sound, how long since he'd felt it? "Oh, yes, my pretty boy. You are completely and totally in for it. One of the joys of age, Noah.

I won't be ready as soon as you would have been, but when I am? You'll be begging me in no time. And until that happens I get to use your wonderful body as a playground." He leered outrageously and laughed again, trying to decide where to begin.

Noah groaned. "Well at least you're joyful; wasn't that the goal, sir?"

"I want to weep with joy," Tobias corrected with a chuckle, rolling into Noah's side again. "And to do that, I need ...

another orgasm or two, both mine, and for you to either comply with my control or prove yours. Now, I think I've got my breath back, and you need to be thanked for having such a lovely touch." He curled his hand around Noah's hip and squeezed. "Any suggestions, pet?"

"Yes, sir," Noah answered easily. "Let me just admit that I'm not going to be able to prove anything to you and tell you now that you should have and do have a control over my body and my mind that even I can't emulate." Noah took one of Tobias' hands in his and kissed the knuckles. "Thank me, sir, by letting me focus on you again and not myself."

"Nice try," Tobias smirked. "But no. There's a lesson here."

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bit, pressing him into the mattress. When he eased back he had the lube in his hand. "You'll figure it out, I'm sure."

"I was afraid you'd say that, sir," Noah sighed. For all his protesting his tone was playful, and the worry and tension from earlier seemed to have left him.

"Poor tortured pet," Tobias sympathized, arranging him on the bed by the expedient manner of flipping him over onto his belly and smacking his ass. "Hands and knees, boy. Show me your assets." Really, he was having far too much fun.

Noah hissed at the slap and pushed up onto his hands and knees obediently. "My assets, sir," he snorted. "I know you're supposed to be joyful, sir, but you are enjoying this way too much."

"Give me a minute, you'll be right at my level," Tobias said dryly. "Promise." With that he ran one finger down the crease of Noah's ass and followed it with his tongue.

"Oh!" Noah gasped, surprised by the move. Tobias grinned silently to himself. "Oh, Jesus fucking God, no." Noah shook and spread his legs a bit further; Tobias could feel him resist the movement and his grin broadened, his tongue lapping delicately at its goal.

Tobias took his time. He sent himself on an extended tour of Noah's ass, traveling from tailbone to balls and back again, using his tongue and his lube-slicked fingers. He slipped the tip of one finger into Noah and listened to him gasp, felt a shudder roll through his body, and bit lightly at one cheek.

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beauty." Clinically, except for the grin, he slipped the finger in and out again.

Noah was holding on better than Tobias had expected, though he was far from composed. Noah rocked away from his intrusion, presumably protecting his prostate, and his panting and the slight sheen of sweat across his back and thighs gave him away as his body betrayed him. "Ah, fuck,"

Noah hissed and moaned, focused so singularly on his order not to come that Tobias had to wonder if Noah had heard a word of his Master's praise.

Shrugging, Tobias removed his finger and dove in with his tongue again, pushing hard. He felt Noah drop to his elbows, and Noah's cry was muffled in the pillows. Tobias ignored him and kept at it, licking around his hole and then pushing in, his hands spreading Noah's cheeks wide. Between his own thighs he could feel himself stiffen, the taste of Noah, the sounds he was filling the room with making Tobias' blood flow faster. He only hoped Noah would hold out long enough for him to actually start the fucking before he blew.

Noah pushed up on one arm and Tobias could hear him better now. He was alternating harsh panting breaths with straining groans, and just as Tobias was about to consider him too stubborn, he broke.

"No, no, I ca ... I can't ... sir, Master I," Noah babbled at him, "Oh, fucking hell, Master, I—! Yellow! Yellow, Jesus!" he sobbed out and choked on a gasp, coughing.

Tobias rolled away, panting himself, but one hand was reaching for the lube and another for a condom. "Okay, pet.

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condom packet open as he spoke, his cock twitching hard as he thought about sinking into Noah's sweet ass.

Noah panted harshly, sucking in air. "Whoo. Couldn't fucking breathe ... ah..." he groaned, and after two or three more breaths he sighed. "Okay, better now." He ran fingers through his sweaty hair and licked his lips.

"Oh, good," Tobias said, his voice dripping honey as he smoothed the rubber on. "I'd hate to have to do mouth to mouth. Oh wait! I like that. Right." He shoved Noah's hip and grabbed at the nearest leg as Noah rolled, smoothly hooking it over his own shoulder. "Don't forget I listen to begging," he said with a smile, popping the lid on the lube again and making sure Noah saw it.

"Oh, right, right." Noah's eyes tracked Tobias' movements and he whimpered at the tube of lube. "Stand by."

"But it has to be convincing," Tobias added with a grin.

"And about control." He slicked his fingers and his erection slowly, deliberately. When he was utterly convinced he had Noah's complete and undivided attention he slid two fingers into Noah's body and began to move them just as slowly. "I can do this for a long, long time, pet."

"I can't," Noah admitted with a groan, tilting his head back in the pillows. "Oh, fuck."

"That's nice, sweetheart." Tobias fingered him a little more and began to stroke Noah's cock in time. He thought he could possibly have tried to be a little more sincere, but decided it would have been lost on Noah anyway. He watched as Noah moaned again, his hips rocking, and made a quick choice.

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In a second he'd swallowed Noah's cock to the root, found Noah's prostate with his finger and pushed it. Hard.

Noah screamed.

Noah's hands flew over his head and gripped the rungs of the sturdy headboard, white-knuckled, and he arched his back hard. "MASTER!" he shouted, "I have to come, please God, let me come! This is all you, you did this to me. I have no control, never did, don't want it! Please, please, please!"

Tobias groaned. There was no way Noah was going to hold off for more than a moment or two, certainly not long enough for Tobias to enter him. He lifted his head quickly and ordered, "Come." He pushed with his fingers, massaged the right spot, and watched as Noah began to come. Some orders he had no issues with at all, apparently.

Noah burst into relieved tears, and they soaked his cheeks and mingled with his sweat. Tobias drank in his body, his expression, as Noah's hips jerked and his shoulders shook with the force of his climax. Long moaning sounds were forced from his lungs, proving without a doubt that he indeed had no control left, no fight, no will. When it was done Noah collapsed back into the pillows, his arms falling flat beside his head. He was a lovely puddle, spent and panting, drenched with sweat and come and moaning softly.

"Lovely, pet," Tobias whispered. "So amazing when you submit, when you give me what I need." Once more he draped Noah's legs over his shoulders-he wasn't even sure Noah knew what was going on as he pressed inside, his cock sliding past muscles that were now relaxed and giving.

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Noah sighed and moaned. He slid one of his hands down his body and covered Tobias' hand with it, giving it a light squeeze, but his eyes stayed closed and his body pliant as Tobias took him.

"Want to be what you need, have no control, not with you, don't want it, don't need it, have to let go..." Noah was babbling-very in his space, very willing, and oh, so very, very his.

"That's good," Tobias whispered, stroking into him and then back out, the friction and heat exactly what he needed.

"Just let me take care of you, sweetheart. My boy, my perfect, sweet boy."

He slid in once more, a slow, languid thrust that stopped only when he was fully buried in Noah's ass. "So good," he said again, watching Noah's face as he moved a little faster, began to take what he wanted from the pliant body under his.

The praise had been well-placed, it seemed, because Noah smiled slightly, and blinked his eyes open. "Master," he gasped lightly, and his body began to come back to life.

With a low moan Tobias thrust again, his pace steady. "I like the way that sounds, you know. God, you're beautiful."

Inside Noah, Tobias' cock twitched, wanting more.

"Master? It's ... oh, God, that feels so good. It's meaningful ... with you," Noah told him. "Feels right to say it." Noah wasn't aroused; Tobias doubted Noah would be good for another round tonight, but he was definitely enjoying Tobias' measured thrusts. "Master," Noah repeated the word, seemingly with no other purpose than for Tobias to hear him say it. "My Master."

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Tobias spent long minutes just moving like that, stretching it out as long as he could. Noah would occasionally shift under him, push back in a counter motion that made Tobias' eyes roll and both of them laugh breathlessly. It was ... fun. Tobias took his boy, took his time, and took his own arousal higher at exactly the pace he wanted. They whispered to each other, repetitions of "Master" and "my boy", until Tobias felt his need begin to catch up with him.

"Soon, sweetheart," he warned, his breath coming faster and beginning to catch as his blood pounded in his ears.

"Love to watch you come, love the look on your face, the tension in your shoulders, love the sounds you make, Master." Noah lowered his tone, making it husky and dark as he whispered to Tobias, "Fuck me, Master, make me feel it, take me, have me ... ah ... yes, so hot."

"Oh, God." Tobias slammed into Noah faster, his rhythm fracturing. He could feel the growl build in his chest, couldn't hold back his grunts as he felt his climax begin to move through him. "God, yes," he panted. "So good."

Noah continued whispering to him, dirty, dark, begging words that pushed Tobias past the point of no return. As he came, Tobias leaned forward, almost bending Noah in two, so he could take Noah's mouth in a deep kiss. His hips twitched and ground against Noah's ass and his growling triumph was muffled against Noah's lips until he had to lift his head and roar, the last of his orgasm forcing its way out of his body in a victorious rush.

He was left panting and laughing, draped over Noah like a blanket.

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"Mmm ... sizzling," Noah grinned. "Let me see those tears of joy, sir," he teased, stroking his fingers through Tobias'

hair and, thankfully, keeping still.

Tobias knew his face was streaked with sweat and couldn't swear that there weren't tears mixed in. He grinned back and tried to catch his breath, half laughing. "You'll be the end of me, boy," he teased. His cock twitched once more in surrender and they both groaned. "God, we need a bath," he added, trying to lift himself off Noah's bent legs.

"Oh, yes. We stink. In that well-fucked kind of way." Noah, bless him, had regained a bit of himself and helped Tobias get untangled. Noah placed an affectionate kiss on Tobias'

forehead as he settled in the pillows and then slipped out of bed. "I'll run a bath and come get you when it's ready, sir.