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"Just checking up on you," Tobias said smoothly, still looking around. "Making sure that you don't make Allison's life difficult. She's far too good a teacher for you to drive insane." He smiled winningly at Allison and walked into the kitchen, where Noah was getting something out of the oven.

"Far too good a teacher-that smells wonderful."

"It's a pork loin," Allison said, pulling on her coat. "Come here and kiss me, hon, I'm leaving."

Noah set the broiling pan on a trivet and scooted around Tobias. "Asserting a little ownership of our own, are we?" he teased her and kissed her soundly on the mouth.

"Oh, haha," she snorted.

"Goodnight, baby. Thank you."

"Be good," Allison admonished and let herself out of the apartment.

"You're lucky I could concentrate on this," Noah complained to Tobias jokingly after she'd gone. "I've been half-hard since your phone call."

"And I'm supposed to feel sorry for you?" Tobias asked.

"Poor baby. Welcome to life as mine, pet. You don't get to tease me in the morning and not pay for it a little." He grinned and looked at the pork loin. "Nice job with the pig."

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"It put up a fight, but I got the better of it," Noah said, sliding by Tobias just a little too closely and pulling plates and glasses out of the cabinet. "Can I get you something to drink?

I actually do have a couple of beers, my fee to Allison for her help."

"No, thank you, ice water is fine. And please-feel free to brush up against me all you want. You're not allowed to get off though," he warned in a matter of fact tone. He smiled at Noah's exasperated sigh and sat at the table. "I like your apartment; it's actually bigger than I'd thought it would be.

Do you use the fireplace at all?"

"Thank you, sir. The front hall is deceiving because it's so narrow. The bathroom is tiny but I love how roomy the living room is. The kitchen is tight, too, but I manage. I used to use the fireplace a lot more when I was around on the weekends.

I haven't in a while."

Noah set the plates out and the silverware and then got two glasses of ice water.

Tobias was still smiling as Noah began to slice up the pork.

"You knew I'd come. I should have stayed at home, I know, but sometimes it pays to be a little selfish, and dinner really does smell wonderful. Tell me, how much does Allison know?"

Noah paused a moment and then went back to carving.

"She knows who you are, she knows the nature of our relationship, and she knows where I spend my weekends, sir," Noah told him. "I haven't given her any details, and I don't think she wants them, she just knows I'm a lousy cook.

She's not in the scene."

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"You're not a lousy cook, you merely don't know a whole box full of recipes yet. You're doing just fine." Tobias sat back to watch Noah finish his preparations. "I've been thinking about this weekend."

Noah grinned. "Yeah?" he said, and set the serving plate on the table. "Sorry I don't have a full dinner, sir. If I'd known for sure you'd be coming I'd have arranged something."

Tobias waved it off. "I wasn't sure there would be anything to eat; for all I knew, you two might have eaten all ready and I would've had to be content merely with the blow job I'm going to get."

The amused but knowing look on Noah's face made it clear that he was quite aware that this was payback. "Yeah, dessert." He served Tobias first and then served himself.

The pork was tender and juicy, the spices and herbs delicate. Tobias approved vocally, making his moans as close to sexual as he could. "Well done, pet. You're learning quickly."

"Thank you, sir." Noah swallowed a bite and sipped his water to cover it, but there was no question his voice was tight. "Allison is a chef; she's been a huge help. I actually think I could improvise a bit if I needed to."

Tobias moaned around another bite and shifted in his chair slightly. "Improvising is good. Inventive is better. Don't you think?"

Noah put his fork down. "Yes, sir. Inventive is better. I hope to get to that stage eventually."

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another bite and closed his eyes. It really was very good, and almost gone; he savored it for a moment.

"I'm feeling a bit ... inspired myself, sir," Noah said softly with just a hint of a whine.

"Mm. Poor thing. I remember being inspired several times today. Supper was lovely, pet, thank you." Tobias finished his pork and sat back, grinning at his boy.

Noah stood and made his way over to Tobias. With a slight hop he straddled Tobias' lap and sat down. "What can I do to make up for this morning so that you'll let me come tonight, sir?" he asked earnestly. "I don't have a paddle, but I have handcuffs and a belt ... I have a flogger but it's light, it's more for fun than anything serious. Oh, and a crop."

Tobias shook his head, trying not to laugh. "Tell me the truth, boy. You didn't sneak off to any bathrooms today? You haven't come since this morning?"

"No, sir, I was pretty sure you'd be by here tonight, and I promised I'd save it for you."

Tobias very deliberately put his hands on Noah's hips and pulled him forward the crucial few inches he needed. "Good boy. See, you've got a wonderful memory, a great imagination ... an incredible body. I'm a very happy man, you know. And in about thirty seconds I'm going to be a happy man with his dick down your throat, aren't I?"

Noah groaned at the contact and swallowed hard. "Yes, sir.

May I suggest the couch, sir?"

Tobias bit at Noah's neck, careful not to scrape the skin and leave a mark. "Certainly. Lead on, and don't waste time, pet."

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Noah sighed and slid off of Tobias' lap. He headed right for the living room, where he turned the music way down but left it playing in the background, and Tobias nodded his thanks.

He didn't really mind the music, but the volume was more suited to opera than whatever Noah was playing.

The leather couch was deep and soft, and Tobias sank onto it happily, his legs spread wide. He knew he was smiling like a cat who'd been into the cream, but that was okay; he was rather looking forward to the cream.

"You like the couch, sir?" Noah asked, sliding the coffee table a couple of feet out of the way. He stood a couple of feet back and tugged his t-shirt off over his head, letting it fall to the floor.

"I like leather. I like luxury. I love the couch." Tobias tried not to smirk as he leaned back a little more, letting his shoulders and head relax. He felt good; he knew he was going to feel better.

"I bought it with some extra money I came into after doing some off-duty security work." He turned his back and unbuttoned his jeans, letting them fall around his ankles.

Tobias was treated to a lovely view of Noah's ass in his black boxer-briefs.

Tobias growled. "Boy..."

"Sir." Noah answered him, sliding out of his boxers as well.

He turned slowly to show off a tight erection.

"It's lovely." It was. "And you're teasing," he said in the most lecturing tone he could manage. "Now. Give me a very convincing reason why I should let you come."

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"I can do that," Noah assured him and knelt slowly in front of him on the floor. He put his hands on Tobias' thighs and slid them along the fabric, past his cock, over his hips, until he reached the waistband, where he went to work lowering the zipper and releasing the clasp.

Tobias watched, looking down his body to Noah's hands. It had taken him time not to feel self-conscious as he watched someone love him; now it was a huge turn on, and as Noah peeled his trousers away his erection throbbed, pushing up against the silk of his boxers.

"You'll want to lift your hips a bit, sir," Noah suggested, and when he did so Noah slid the boxers and his pants over his ass and down his thighs, far enough to free him completely. "Oh, that's beautiful," Noah breathed, lowering his mouth into Tobias' lap and cupping his balls in warm fingers.

Tobias bit back a groan. It really wouldn't pay to make this easy for Noah. Not yet, anyway. He arched his back slightly and let his hands fall on Noah's head, stroking over the short hair. "Don't tease, pet," he warned.

Noah took direction well and opened his mouth wide, instantly lowering it down over Tobias' cock and turning on the suction. He hummed, gripping Tobias' prick and putting pressure against it with his tongue. It was nice and steady, just what Tobias knew Noah could do. He sucked and licked, his tongue caressing the shaft and teasing at the head ... but Tobias wanted more. The morning encounter had set fire to him and left him burning most of the day; the relief he'd gotten from his own hand was enough to merely hold off the 340

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flames, not put them out, and he found himself wanting to move, to take. He heard a growl and realized it was from his own chest.

Noah must have felt something, sensed Tobias' tension, because he moved his hands from Tobias and clasped them together behind his own back, giving over control of his speed and depth to his Master. The weight of Tobias' hand alone forced Noah lower, made his boy open his throat, made him grunt with the effort.

Tobias thrust, mindful of the angle and trying to make sure he didn't choke Noah, but when the head of his cock hit the back of Noah's throat he almost roared. Power surged through him, need and desire and outright hunger to stake his claim. He tangled his fingers in Noah's hair and pulled him off, dragging him off his cock with a loud, sucking pop. "Kneel up," he ordered, pushing himself off the couch so he could stand.

Noah hurried to move, confusion plain in his face. "Sir?"

"Changing angles so I don't kill you, boy. Now, open up."

Tobias bent slightly at the waist and grabbed the arm of the couch, just behind Noah's head. With something to hold onto, and with Noah's throat open properly, he could move. Thrust.

Fuck. Take. Claim.

And he did. Noah moaned, sending shock waves through Tobias from the head of his dick to his scalp. He shoved in hard, felt Noah's throat around him, and growled. "That's it, boy. Take it. Suck me, you said you'd suck me so hard. My hand around my cock, locked in my office, and you said you'd suck me off-I'm here now, pet. Prove it to me."

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Noah's hands reached out suddenly and grabbed Tobias'

ass, his fingers digging in hard. After a couple of attempts at deep breaths through his nose, Noah sealed his lips around Tobias' slick cock and sucked so hard that his cheeks caved in.

Tight and wet and warm and, God, the sounds they made together. Noah's moans, the slick sounds as Tobias pulled his cock out and pushed it in again, the near constant panting ...

it was heady. Noah sucked. He licked. He moaned and to Tobias it felt like Noah was trying to eat him alive. "That's it,"

Tobias praised. "God, yes. More. Take me. Make me come, Noah."

Technically it was cheating, Tobias considered in a brief moment of lucidity, Noah's fingers sliding closer to his hole, tugging him open, teasing him, but the less lucid part of his brain won out and he moaned. Noah maneuvered the tip of his tongue to stroke along the underside of his cock and Noah moaned encouragingly when he could get enough air.

"Jesus," Tobias gasped. "Close, pet. God." He threw back his head and thrust again and again, reaching for his orgasm, his body screaming for it, his cock solid and aching, his hole spasming.

Noah pressed harder with his tongue and with a grunt he abruptly shoved a dry finger in an inch, just past Tobias'

muscle. It was enough, and the roar that had been building since Noah had left his apartment that morning rang free as Tobias came in spurts, his hands holding Noah's head still.

With a final gasp he pulled away and fell back onto the couch, boneless.

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Noah sat back on his ankles, panting hard. He reached out and laid a hand on Tobias' knee, squeezing it lightly, but still a little too breathless to say much of anything. When he'd calmed a bit he scooted forward and leaned against the couch and pressed his forehead into Tobias' knee. "So fucking hard, sir," he moaned pitifully. "Please, please."

Tobias took deep breaths as he pretended to think about it. His boy was indeed hard, his erection becoming redder, the head gleaming with fluid. He would have nodded under other circumstances, but he had something specific in mind and he wanted to be calmed down enough to enjoy it. Noah waited, his head down, but Tobias didn't draw it out any longer than he had to. As soon as his heart rate approached normal, he sat up a bit and touched Noah's shoulder.

"Give me a show, sweetheart."

Noah exhaled heavily. "Thank you. Thank you, sir," he said, shamelessly relieved. He stayed on the floor and shifted back a couple of feet so Tobias had a clear view of his body.

He sat on his butt, with one leg bent up and one out straight, and leaned back on one arm as he shifted his gaze to his straining cock. "Don't know how long I can make this last, sir," he warned as he wrapped his fingers around himself and sighed. "Oh, yeah..." he groaned and started to pump, keeping it slow and breathing through the urgency. "Thank you, sir, thank you..."

"Talk to me, pet." Tobias said softly, his voice deep and satisfied. He made himself a little more comfortable on the couch, ignoring the disarray of his own clothes. "Tell me what 343

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you feel, what you think about. Show me how much you need to shoot and tell me why."