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It had been a terrible week for Noel. His mother was away on a business trip so he was all alone in the house, he narrowly escaped getting beat up by one of the homophobes in school on Tuesday, and he was working every day this week. Now it’s Friday and he’s sitting in choir while Ocean bitches at him for not singing loud enough.
“I’m sorry I don’t want to sing this terrible fucking kiddie song for the millionth time,” he snaps at her.
“Noel you are in choir for a reason,” she lectures him, “and that reason is to sing! So how about you actually do it instead of making things difficult for everyone around you?”
“I’m making things difficult? Ocean, you scream at this choir every day and make everyone miserable, how am I the problem here?”
“Just because you’re upset today doesn’t mean you can take it out on the rest of us,” she shouts.
“Ocean maybe you should back off a bit,” Constance weakly suggests.
“I will not let Noel bully me into allowing our choir to be mediocre! He’s acting like a child,” she snaps.
“Our choir, even on its best day, is terrible,” Noel argues, “me singing isn’t gonna change that.”
“Noel, let’s go for walk to cool down,” Mischa suggests calmly.
“Mischa stay out of this,” Noel snarls, “this is none of your business.”
“You are yelling about choir in front of choir,” Mischa deadpans, “that makes it our business. Also you are my boyfriend and I don’t want you upset; please just come with me.”
“Fuck off,” Noel snaps, eyes instantly widening as soon as the words leave his mouth.
“Noel,” Mischa says sternly after the moment of stunned silence, taking his hand, “let’s go.”
Noel is silent as Mischa pulls him out of the room. He knows that Mischa isn’t upset with him but he also knows that saying “fuck you” to him wouldn’t go over well. The only times Noel ever says those words to him are when he wants to get himself into trouble.
“Mischa I-“
“Quiet,” Mischa commands him as he pulls Noel into an empty classroom, closing and locking the door behind them.
When Mischa turns to look at Noel for the first time since they left the chorus room, Noel notices that his pupils are blown wide as he glares at him. Noel’s demeanor softens a bit, instantly recognizing that Mischa isn’t angry at him, he’s just putting him in his place, and what better thing to fix a shitty week?
“Sorry…” Noel murmurs, his eyes downcast. Mischa steps closer to him so they’re only a few inches away, Noel cowering under the larger boy towering over him.
“What for?”
“For being disrespectful,” Noel says quietly, “and for being a brat to you in front of our friends.”
Mischa sighs and reaches a hand out to softly stroke Noel’s cheek, the calluses on his large hand tickling the skin beneath it.
“You cannot be rude just because you had bad week,” Mischa says gently, “that goes for me as well as our friends.”
“I’m sorry, daddy,” Noel whispers, tears building up in his eyes.
“Oh ангел, come here,” Mischa sighs, taking Noel into a tight embrace. Tears slip down Noel’s face as he cries softly, clutching the back of Mischa’s shirt.
“This week has just been so shitty,” he complains, “I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“It’s okay, my love,” Mischa reassures him, “but you know I can’t let that behavior slide.”
Noel nods understandingly, his tears drying already, a small smile appearing on his lips.
“Yes sir, I understand.”
“Good,” Mischa says before pushing Noel down to his knees in front of him. “You look so pretty down there,” he murmurs, “why should you use your mouth to be rude when it is so good at other things?”
Noel just looks up at him with wide eyes, his mouth hanging slightly open as he practically drools for what’s coming. Mischa laughs at his cock dumb expression, grabbing his own developing boner through his pants, watching how Noel’s eyes follow his hand.
“You are drooling over it even knowing what I’m gonna do to you,” Mischa taunts, “if you want it so bad then ask for it nicely like the sweet slut I know you can be.”
“Please sir,” Noel whines, “please let me touch you.”
Mischa thinks for a moment at this and then smirks.
“No, I don’t think I’ll let you,” he finally says.
“…what?”
“You have not been good, why should I reward you?”
“But then how are you gonna use me, sir?”
Mischa smiles sweetly at him, leaning down to press a kiss to Noel’s forehead. A second later, Mischa is taking off his belt and circling behind Noel, pulling his arms back to tie his wrists together with the belt. Noel leans his head back so he’s looking up at Mischa, smiling a bit, so Mischa grabs his hair as he walks back in front of him and yanks his head forward to look at him.
“This is much better,” Mischa chirps, freeing his fully hard member from its confines, “now I get to really use you in whatever way I want.”
With those words, Mischa pushes Noel’s head close to his dick and the smaller boy automatically opens his mouth and takes Mischa inside of it. Without his hands, Noel has zero control over how deep or fast Mischa’s thrusts are. He feels precum leaking from his tip just from the thought of being face fucked so mercilessly.
“Good boy,” Mischa groans, throwing his head back in pleasure as he moves Noel’s head back and forth on his dick. “God you take it so well, such a pretty whore,” Mischa punctuates the last word with a sudden thrust of his hips. Noel gags a bit but dutifully stays open as Mischa holds him there, the tip of his nose pressing against Mischa’s groin. Eventually, Mischa pulls back out and gives him a second to recover before snapping back in again.
“You like this? Being treated like the fucking brat you are?” Mischa taunts Noel as he fucks his throat, gripping the other boy’s hair tightly. “You’re lucky I have use for you otherwise I would not put up with your bad behavior.”
Noel moans at the degradation, sensing that Mischa is close to finishing as his thrusts hit harder and Mischa’s voice becomes more tense. Tears spill from the corner of his eyes as he gags on Mischa, but the only feeling in him is pure ecstasy as he chokes. If he were to die right now from choking on his boyfriend’s dick in a classroom, Noel thinks he would be okay with that.
As tears soak his face, Noel shifts his eyes up to stare directly into Mischa’s. Seeing Noel on his knees, tears dropping from his perfect brown doe eyes was enough to send Mischa over the edge. With a small gasp and one last thrust, Mischa is cumming down Noel’s throat.
“Thank you sweetheart, so good for me, such a good whore for daddy,” Mischa moans as he holds Noel’s head tight.
Noel makes sure to not spill a single drop of Mischa’s seed as he coaxes him through the orgasm, never looking away from him.
When Mischa finally comes down from his high, he pulls Noel off him and tucks himself back into his pants. Kneeling on the ground next to Noel, he undoes the belt and throws it to the side. Once free, Noel crawls onto Mischa’s lap and lays against his chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around him. Mischa presses messy kisses all over Noel’s face and head as he tries to catch his breath. The more kisses he gives, the more Noel makes little whining noises.
“What’s wrong, ангел?” Mischa asks softly, brushing the hair out of Noel’s face.
“I wanna cum, daddy,” Noel whimpers, looking up at Mischa with pleading eyes.
“Do you really think you deserve it after the way you acted earlier?”
Noel whines but moves to straddle Mischa instead, leaning down to kiss Mischa. Mischa’s hands pull Noel closer as he deepens the kiss. Nothing will ever beat this feeling, his boyfriend in his arms and kissing him like there’s nothing else that matters in this moment. Mischa is so distracted by the electricity buzzing in his lips that he almost doesn’t notice Noel grinding against him, his bulge pressing against Mischa’s stomach. Mischa quickly pulls away and swiftly grabs Noel’s throat, pressing in the right places that makes Noel gasp with shock and pleasure.
“What did I say, baby?”
Noel whimpers and yet his hips still stutter against Mischa’s abdomen, the choking only contributing to the flow of blood down there.
“Poor pet can’t even listen,” Mischa coos, using his other hand to stroke Noel’s bulge over his pants, “what am I gonna do with you?”
“Please…” Noel whines, bucking against the friction.
“Okay fine, sweetheart, cum for me since you took my dick so well earlier,” Mischa relents with a sigh, holding back a grin as he watches Noel fall apart in his hands.
Noel cums with a whimpering moan, semen soaking his underwear as the touch of Mischa’s hand burns into his erection.
“Daddy, thank you,” he breathes out between moans, eventually leaning forward and collapsing against Mischa. The taller boy simply chuckles and wraps his arms around Noel, pulling him close as he rides out the tail end of his orgasm.
As Mischa holds the other boy in his arms and hums softly, sensing that Noel is gonna fall asleep any second, he hears the ding of his phone.
He picks it up, careful to not move too much and disturb Noel, and reads a text message from Ricky.
“When are you guys coming back? We’ve been waiting for you two!”