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The lingerie must have cost a pretty penny, so fine and sweet was the material. Lace, mesh, gossamer, all in a pretty pink just a few shades above magenta- barely there, but strong enough to contain and mold his body. The little lace cups could have looked ridiculous over his flat chest- but the flowery slits in the middle let the little pink nubs of his nipples poke out until they looked like the heart of a very pretty flower. The straps around his hips and ass were wide and strong, cupping the swell of his ass cheeks into thick, juicy rounds. He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth- admiring the still healing bruise on the upper curve. He could no longer see the imprint of Boss’s teeth- but he remembered it vividly. Had (very, very briefly) considered getting the little indents tattooed. Noeul turned back around in the mirror, lightly trailing his own fingers all the way from his throat, over his pectorals, down his abdomen, to his crotch. He trailed his fingers around where his cock and balls were cupped in tightly. Not uncomfortably- that’s why it had likely cost so much, he imagined, because there wasn’t an ounce of discomfort despite the pretty pink mesh displaying his sex like an offering.
The rest of the outfit was just as impressive. Long swaths of material fell from either side of his hips and from bands around his biceps. There was a big decal of angel wings on his back, on either side of his spine, and fluttering material all around that, too. It finished off with a pink, lace collar and sweet stockings that ended in silk ties just above his knees.
Nouel spun in the mirror, admiring the fluttering, trailing material. He felt beautiful.
Damn that Chaikamon. He always knew how to please him.
The thought of Boss in the next room made his mouth flood with saliva, and hunger unleash in his belly like a man starving. He strode out of the bathroom without hesitation.
Noeul arrested at the end of the hall. Boss was reclining on his wide bed- barefooted and stripped to just a tight pair of boxer briefs. He had one knee up and was idly swinging it back and forth. It put all his fine musculature on display- not to mention his gorgeous, partially engorged cock. Noeul licked his lips and stepped forward. Boss’s beauty struck him every time. Noeul was naturally very masculine in his tastes- sports, cars, rap music. Boss always met him where he was. But sometimes- god, sometimes he looked so sexy and masculine that all Noeul wanted was to be the delicate feminine thing beside him.
So he approached Boss slowly, rolling his hips with every step, sticking his chin in the air like he was walking a runway. Boss’s head snapped up. He pushed himself up to sit, his jaw popping open. Noeul grinned. He could see- physically see- the way Boss’s cock was hardening with every step.
“Oh…tir.” He whispered.
“As pretty as you imagined?”
“Prettier. Much fucking prettier.” Boss opened his hands towards him and Noeul went into them. He molded his hips in his hands first, fingers digging in. He thumbed the tattoo on his waist, peeking out of the pink strap. His hands eased up the lines in his abdomen and shaped his slim waist. He plucked at the very tip of Noeul’s nipple and whispered, “Look at your cute little tits.” Noeul preened.
Boss reached down to cup behind Noeul’s knee, lifting his foot onto his thigh. He ran his fingers down the silk ties, down to his ankle, over the mesh around his feet. “Even your toes are adorable,” he almost cooed, giving him a little tickle under them. Noeul giggled, resting his hands on his shoulders.
“You have very good taste, jaeb.” He admitted. Boss kissed inside his knee. “But you haven’t even admired my-”
“I was getting to that.” Boss growled. He leaned in close and nuzzled his face right into Noeul’s crotch.
“Oh!” Noeul gasped, his fingers flying into his hair. He was shocked by how sensitive he already felt, the anticipation having built as he donned each piece of his outfit. Boss mouthed at the mesh cupping his sex.
“Good enough to eat.” Boss praised, sucking at his balls through the material, his mouth hot.
“You-you gonna eat me?” Noeul stuttered out- going for sexy and instead just sounding desperate.
“Until you’re fucking screaming, Noeul Lee.” Boss leaned back and ordered, “Turn around. Touch your toes.” Noeul spun expeditiously, excited. Boss made a little sound and touched his shoulder blades, admiring the wing applique. “My angel,” he sighed. Goosebumps broke out over Noeul’s skin, the praise sinking in deep. Boss’s fingers bumped down the knobs of his spine as Noeul bent right over for him, presenting his ass to his lover in all it’s pretty pink glory. Boss’s finger skimmed his lower back then trailed right between his cheeks before lifting away.
For a moment, all was still. Noeul’s fingers were wrapped around his mesh covered calves. Boss’s silence, the lack of touch- it was like catnip. Electrifying and drugging in turn. Spit collected in Nouel’s mouth. The lingerie had straps around the outside of his ass cheeks and a strip right down the crack of his ass- the thinnest strip to exist, hiding nothing, only accentuating the pink circle of his ass hole. Which his lover was now staring directly at.
“Tir…” Noeul pled.
His only answer was the scrape of the nightstand drawer opening. Noeul swallowed thickly, eyelashes fluttering. Anticipation coiled in his belly, tightening his balls, making his heart pound.
Boss favored him with a gentle touch- right on the little bruise on his ass cheek, Noeul realized.
“Do you want me to hurt you, sweetheart?” Boss asked curiously. “Leave you with more little marks to take with you when you go?”
“ Yes .” Noeul gasped.
“Yes…what?”
Noeul’s dick kicked. He rushed to obey. “Yes, Daddy.” He whined.
“You’re such a good boy,” Boss whispered, and blew a breath between his cheeks. Noeul’s sensitive hole twitched hard, nearly sending Noeul to the floor. Boss caught his hips- his hands like a brand, twisting up in his gossamer hip ribbons. “Bad boy,” he scolded. “Your knees are giving out already?” Noeul only whimpered in response. “That’s so slutty of you. I haven’t even touched your hole yet-”
“Please,” Noeul interrupted, jumping on the words.
“Please?”
“Please touch it- touch me-”
“Touch what?”
“Touch- my hole, please.”
“Just touch?”
“Touch- lick- fuck me, I don’t care, I need-”
“Fuck you?” Boss sounded affronted. Fucker was such a good actor, Noeul lamented. “I haven’t even warmed you up.” Boss blew another warm breath across him. He was leaning in a little closer- his breath was hotter. “I haven’t even spread this tight hole and you want me to just shove my dick in it?” He cupped his ass cheek, squeezing, jiggling it and Noeul moaned. “I’ve barely touched you but you’re already being so impatient?”
“Yesssssfuckyes, Chaikamon, yes please, I’ll take anything you give me-”
Boss yanked his hips back hard. Noeul yelped as Boss dumped him into his lap and spread his thighs over his own. “Filthy little slut,” he tsked. “Begging for it already. Who taught you-” Boss slapped his inner thigh, a quick swat with his fingers that stung and caused the skin to redden immediately. “To beg to get dicked down, huh?”
Noeul looped his arms up around the back of Boss’s neck. His cock was between his cheeks and Noeul immediately started to writhe on it, feeling the material of his underwear rub roughly over his asshole. “You did, Daddy,” he gasped. Boss rubbed one hand down his middle, admiring the way he rolled his slim body. He cupped the front of his pink panties, roughly jostling his package.
“I guess I did,” Boss murmured.
Nouel writhed in silence for a few seconds. Well- Boss’s silence. He was moaning, softer, then louder, pressing his lips up under Boss’s jaw as he did. Boss’s thighs were so strong under his, his hips the perfect cup to pour his trussed little ass into.
When a finger wrapped around his g string and peeled it away, Noeul’s eyes flew open. With no warning or hesitation, something blunt and wet was against his hole. “Ah-oh!” Noeul gasped, trying to look down at what Boss was steadily pressing into him. “S-shit!” Noeul’s back arched, instinctively trying to get away as the toy spread him open. Boss was right- he usually did open him up gently, even thought they fucked so often that Noeul’s body was almost always ready. But now Boss was feeding something into his body with an inexorable press, never slowing, giving him no time to prepare. It was long and getting thicker and thicker. Noeul forced himself to breathe out, bear down. It was some kind of gradiated plug, flared wide at the bottom. The body of the plug had some sort of shape to it- round and slightly tucked in. Like thick balls stacked on top of each other. Each one popped through his ring before allowing it to close slightly behind- then was forced open by the next. The toy was lubed very well- and the slide was easy once Noeul forced his body to relax. He lost some of the strength in his limbs, relaxing into Boss’s body with his breaths trembling against his throat.
“Last bit,” Boss whispered.
Noeul groaned. He tucked his knees in a little more and rocked. Boss held the toy steady- no longer pushing, letting his boy ease himself open on the last few centimeters. He grunted as the bottom of the toy popped into him and his body sucked it slowly in, the widely flared base remaining outside of his body.
And… oddly ticklish.
Noeul blinked his eyes open and looked down, shifting his hips and legs around a bit until he spotted- “A bunny tail?!”
Boss laughed. “Stand up,” he ordered, sounding thrilled.
Noeul’s legs were a little shaky, but he set his stockinged feet on the floor and stood- glancing over his shoulder at the fluffy pink tail.
“You’re out of your mind.”
“Fucking adorable,” Boss grinned at him. “You’re a,” he fluttered his hand at him, “fairy angel bunny!”
Noeul reached down to stroke the soft fur- and felt the answering tug inside him. The plug portion was big- not huge, but large enough that he felt every damn bit of it holding his insides open. Compounded with the abruptness of it entering him and he already felt like his nerve endings were scraped raw and exposed.
He was so fucking turned on. He felt so silly, and so pretty.
“Ok, so the tail didn’t come with the outfit. I’m pretty sure the lingerie designer would actually be pissed about the alteration. She specifically said the pinks don’t match. But I had to get it- I knew it would look so cute in your ass. And it’s the perfect size for you.” He raised an eyebrow and cheekily said, “Well, maybe I could go up a size next time.”
“Please don’t,” Noeul huffed, amused, exploring around the end of the plug. Touching his own hole made his eyelids flutter closed. He grasped the steel circle of the flared base with his fingertips and gave the toy a slow spin. Lubricant coated his walls and squelched inside him. Noeul moaned softly, rocking the toy a little, enjoying the odd massaging quality of the ball shape.
He heard the distinctive sound of a camera shutter. Muscle memory kicked in and he twisted slightly, posing for Boss’s camera.
“Good boy,” Boss murmured.
Noeul turned his back, fingers in his hair now, letting Boss’s camera capture his angel wings and tail, his blonde cap of hair twisting between his knuckles.
“Good. Come lay down,” Boss kept his voice low and soothing, the way he always did when they posed together. It made Noeul’s head buzz pleasingly, his thoughts and inhibitions fluttering away.
Noeul crawled across Boss’s duvet, a pretty pink and blonde fairy angel bunny in the middle of his black black sheets. He eased his chest to the mattress and looked over his shoulder- keeping his ass high and on display. Shk went Boss’s camera shutter.
He spread himself lewdly for the gaze of Boss’s camera, showing off his tail. Shk .
He dropped his hips, laying his stockinged heels on his ass cheeks. Shk .
He rolled, luxuriating in the black silk beneath him. He skimmed his hands up and teased the tips of his middle fingers into the slits on his bra cups- the barest brushes across the little pink nubs of his nipples. Shk . He cupped around his tits, showing off the little nubs poking out of the fluffy flower applique, his head tipped back in abandon. Shk . Both his hands cupped the front of his panties, shyly covering himself- the very tips of his fingers touched the base of his plug. Shk . He opened his hands- shk - he traced around his bulge- shk - his fingertip eased around the pink head of his cock, just beginning to peak out of the top of the panties- shk - he whimpered, a drop of precum wetting his fingers - shk - he traveled one hand around under his thigh and began to tap at the end of his plug- it felt delicious - shk - tapping his plug, teasing his leaking slit, Noeul started to whine, “More. Please. I need more.” Shk shk shk . “Daddy, please .”
He was hyper aware of everything Boss did. He felt relieved as soon as he heard the clatter of Boss’s camera going back into his nightstand drawer. It was short lived- Boss grabbed one of his knees, yanked it over the other, and brought his hand down on his ass in a loud CRACK.
Noeul yelped, abruptly on his belly with his ass cheek stinging and his hole clenching around the plug. “W-Wait!”
“Did I tell you you could play with what’s mine?” CRACK on Noeul’s other ass cheek.
“Oh- oh, god- wait-” SMACK this spank, Boss aimed upward on his thigh, so his whole ass jiggled. “Ohfuck.” Noeul moaned.
“What are your hips doing, huh?” SMACK. “You rutting against my sheets? Getting your juices all over the place, so I have to buy yet another set?” CRACK. “Filthy slut, what gives you the right?” Boss spread his ass, tugged his tail aside, and licked around the base of the plug. Noeul cried out, shocked at the pleasure when his ass cheeks were lit up with the fire of pain. Boss lapped all around the pink circle of his asshole, tugging the plug side to side as needed, heedless of how it rubbed around in Noeul’s body. Every time it brushed up against his prostate Noeul moaned loudly into the sheets, hips bucking.
Boss’s hand shoved in under Noeul’s hips, cupping the front of his panties. Noeul’s hands darted down to shove under his, holding it against his cock tightly. He humped his hand, feeling the texture of his fingers as he rubbed his cock into them.
“Ohfuck,” Noeul gasped. “Ohmyfuck, oh god, oh- GOD, Boss, right there-” Boss’s mouth slid down, sucking hickeys onto his ass cheeks before peppering his balls with kisses- then sucking him there, too. “Holyfuckingshit, Daddy.” Boss sucked his testicles right out of the confines of his panties, then bit his inner thighs. “Baby, baby, baby,” Noeul gasped, “please- the plug.”
“Your what?” Boss panted.
“M-my tail. Lick my tail, please? Again, please,” he begged. Boss growled and dove back into his ass, licking all around the base again. He grabbed the base and tugged it up- hard, then harder, so the base started to tug Noeul’s rim out and open. He licked him there, holding the plug steady. Noeul’s body fought it, muscles fluttering to try and close. He cried out into the sheets, clutching Boss’s hand between his thighs until his nails dug into him. Boss toyed with the plug, bumping the end up so it rocked into his prostate. “Mmffuckmoremoremore.” The largest ‘ball’ of the plug was finally slipped free of his body. His hole tightened around the slight indent beneath the second. But Boss was already applying pressure to that one, too, and his rim was spreading apart again. Noeul’s tongue lost all sense, spitting out just syllables and swears and whining pleas. Boss bit his ass cheek and thighs- which still burned with pink flesh from his spanking.
Noeul’s hips were moving faster and faster, and the bumps of his plug were being yanked free of his body under the stress of the movement. The last couple yanked out of his body in one movement, and Noeul wailed into the sheets, hips arching down.
Boss licked his hole as it gaped open from the toy. It was immediately beginning to close- but 3 of Boss’s fingers shoved inside him.
“Oh fuck.” Noeul gasped. Boss chuckled, fingertips slowly easing up the inside of his walls until he found the small bulb of his prostate.
Then he fucked him. Hard, fast shoves of his fingers right into the sensitive spot. Lights went off behind Noeul’s eyes. His cries became something like a scream, open mouthed and shocked. His spine tingled- everything tingled, from his trembling thighs to his flushing face. His toes curled up in his stockings. His hips lost all rhythm, all ability to move, all his muscles clamping down. Boss took over the stroking under of his cock, wrapping him in his fist and pumping him, propping his hips up on his knees to get the angle right.
“Come on, baby boy, come for me,” he growled. “I wanna fuck you in the puddle of your own spend. I wanna see you cry when I overstimulate you- I want it so fucking bad, Noeul, fuck I wanna see you cry. Come on, honey, give in.”
Noeul was helpless not to obey. “GonnacumDaddygonnacumso- fucking- hard- fuck- ohfuck oh…fuck fuck FUCK.” Noeul screamed, wordless, desperate. His whole body locked up, curling into a ball around Boss’s hands. His hole clamped down like a vice, so tight Boss aborted his fingerfucking and rubbed him in hard, mindnumbing curls inside. His cum flooded out of him, painting the sheets in creamy white and pouring over Boss’s fingers. Boss could feel his balls throbbing against his wrist, giving him everything, letting him milk them near dry.
“Keep coming baby, I know you have more, come on baby boy.”
Noeul’s muscles unclamped and his hips began to buck hard, desperately rutting through Boss’s hand, riding the fingers in his ass. Noeul tore one hand free and grasped the sheets, using them to shove himself back into Boss’s hands, cries tearing from his throat as his orgasm went on and on and on and on.
Eventually, Boss had taken everything from him, and he slowed. Noeul’s body was quickly losing strength. He trembled all over. Boss eased his fingers out of his ass, admiring the way sticky lubricant coated his fingers and his pink, twitching rim. It immediately began to tighten up. Boss bit his bottom lip, watching it twitch closed, hungry to feel it around his cock. He tucked his finger around his g string and placed it back between his cheeks. Noeul full body twitched when the fabric laid over his hole. Philosophically, Boss used some of his hip fabric to clean lube off his fingers. Then he opened the hand under him and gently flipped Noeul- lifting him slightly and laying him down beside the wrecked portion of his sheets, despite his earlier claims.
Noeul’s eyes were closed, his face bright red and his blonde hair sticking to his face and neck with sweat. The sheets were twisted up and coated with cum and saliva. Boss leaned over him and gently lapped drops of cum from his belly. He was panting hard, breaths stuttering. They stuttered even more when Boss lapped a lingering white drop off the head of his cute pink cock before tucking him back into his panties. Boss cleaned his other hand off in his ruined sheets.
Noeul’s eyes fluttered open as Boss settled himself over him.
“How are you?” Boss murmured, kissing his throat and jaw. Noeul only hummed in response, his arms draping over Boss’s shoulders, hands limp. Boss chuckled. He kissed his mouth. He was wet around his lips and on his chin- drooling while he came, Boss figured- and Boss lapped saliva from the corners of his lips. He lapped inside his mouth too- teasing his pallette, darting around, stroking across his tongue. He sucked his lips- bottom, then top. He kissed his cheek and his eyelids, and the tip of his perfect nose. Then he cocked his head and kissed him, kissed him breathless, kissed him until he finally responded, moving his lips under his. They kissed for long moments, Noeul’s fingers beginning to drift into the ends of his hair.
Boss broke away. “Are you with me?” He murmured.
Noeul nodded this time, smiling at him. “I’m with you.” His voice was a little rough from his screams of passion. His hand skimmed down Boss’s body, down his strong torso. Boss groaned quietly, watching, rolling his body under his hand as it explored. It twisted at the level of his hips. Skimmed over the front of his underwear. Noeul cupped him, then looked up at him through his dark lashes. “What are you gonna do to me now, Daddy?” He asked throatily.
“Only what you want,” Boss answered cautiously, eyes darting around his face.
Noeul smiled, “I want everything,” and fluttered his lashes again. Boss laughed softly.
“In that case,” he cupped Noeul’s cheek and traced his bottom lip with his thumb. He dipped the digit into his mouth. Noeul licked it. “You gonna let me use this hole too, baby boy?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Noeul breathed, his eyes so big and dark.
Boss grinned at him and swooped forward to kiss his nose. Then he pulled back, tugging them both until they were laying on their sides. He pressed Noeul down until his face was at waist height. Then he propped his head up on his hand and stroked Noeul’s hair with the other. “Go slow,” he ordered. “I want to watch you worship me.”
Noeul couldn’t help the hungry little sound he made at that. He yanked his underwear off- quite against what Boss had asked of him- and kicked them away.
Boss tsked, “Are you gonna be good?”
Noeul nodded, but immediately rubbed his face into Boss’s crotch, tonguing at him everywhere he could reach. He grabbed his leg and shoved it up, out of his way, mouthing at his testicles. He reached between his legs and squeezed Boss’s ass cheek, yanking him in closer, getting lost in his scent and taste.
Boss’s fingers tightened in his hair and yanked his head back. “I said slow,” he muttered. Noeul made a sound of annoyance. “I should’ve known you’d need some help to be good.” His fingers gentled in his hair, rubbing, even as he reached to Noeul’s bicep. “You’re such a filthy slut. Of course you’d go a little crazy when you’re offered the chance to suck me off. I’ll help you baby boy, don’t worry.”
Noeul watched, eyes wide, as Boss bound his wrists up in the fabric of one of the arm wraps from his lingerie. He figure 8-ed his wrists in the soft fabric, over and over until it held him with some small force. Noeul’s hands were bound palm to palm, fingers interlaced.
“Will this hold me?” He asked, curious.
“If you don’t fight me. Do you want to fight me, sweetheart? Because I can get ropes or steel if so.”
Noeul shook his head hard. “I won’t fight. I’ll be good.”
“I know you’ll try. Open your fingers.” Boss tapped the fingers of his right hand. He extended them. Boss wound his fingers between his, clasping both of his hands under one of his. Then he dragged their hands behind Noeul’s head, containing him handily. Boss cupped his cheek in his free hand. “Open.” He ordered. Noeul did as he was asked, opening his mouth wide, keeping his eyes on Boss Chaikamon’s eyes.
Boss teased him first, pressing his cockhead around his lips. Noeul’s tongue darted out to tickle it as he rubbed his slit into the corner of his lips, and massaged his full bottom lip with his glans. Noeul stuck his tongue out and let Boss rub himself all over it, staring up at him. He was still blushed pink from his orgasm. But he was clearly not satisfied- his eyes so dark with obscene hunger. Noeul mouthed at him, licking around until he got the correct angle to suck lightly at his skin- not quite as patient as he’d promised he’d be. Boss huffed a sound between arousal and admonishment. Then he dragged Noeul’s lips apart with his thumb and pressed his crown between.
Noeul’s eager little tongue started to flit about immediately, fluttering around and under the head, leaving teasing little licks all over. He closed his mouth around the tip every time he caught the slightest hint of precum and sucked. Boss rocked his hips, popping his head in and out of the ring of his lips. He had never been a quiet man- he groaned and grunted and moaned as Noeul sucked and licked him. Noeul moaned sometimes too, his eyes fluttering closed in concentration. Boss fed him, fucking his sweet red mouth.
“Look how pretty you are.” Boss groaned, rubbing his sensitive ear, toying with his earrings. “All pink and gold and that red red mouth. You look so sexy sucking on my dick. You know that don’t you?” Noeul moaned softly, eyes opening, alight with heat at the dirty talk. “Open up, let me in that throat. You know how to stop me?” Noeul squeezed Boss’s fingers, still twined with his. “Good.”
Then he slid back into his mouth and straight to the back, giving him more of himself. Noeul was nothing like his Phu, his once on-screen counterpart. Noeul did not gag, or struggle. He took him to the entrance of his throat and swallowed, making his throat flutter around Boss’s tip. He hollowed out his cheeks when he sucked. He groaned, watching Noeul breathe through his nose.
“Good boy,” he growled. “I should’ve grabbed the camera.” He pulled back, letting Noeul breathe.
“You have so many pictures of me like this,” Noeul gasped.
“Never enough. I want to see you like this all the time. You know that? You know what you do to me?” Noeul couldn’t answer, not with Boss thrusting into his throat. “You tempt me all the time. I can’t spend half our interviews half hard, Noeul, for fuck’s sake. But you don’t care, do you?” The look in Noeul’s eyes was answer enough. “You tempt me because you know I’ll end up fucking you the way you need. I bet your slutty little hole clenches every time you avoid my kiss, because you know I’ll be taking it out on your ass later.”
Noeul yanked his mouth away, gasping, clenching his eyes closed. He made a quiet sound and Boss leaned away enough to look down at him. He chuckled. “Getting hard again already? I knew it wouldn’t take you long.”
He pulled away, surprising Noeul, who blinked at him owlishly. Boss crawled back off the bed, standing beside it. Noeul followed. He reached for Boss, looping his bound arms around his neck and kissing his lips. They kissed slowly, passionately, sharing breaths and the tease of their tongues. Noeul broke away to kiss down Boss’s body- sucking his nipples and the divots of his muscles. Boss groaned, holding his head, rolling his body to his mouth- never one to be still. Boss dragged him up to kiss him one last time before murmuring, “On your back. Mouth towards me.”
“Noooo,” Noeul whined, his fingers tightening on his torso. “I want you in me. Please? Please please?”
“Mm-mm.” Boss kissed the answer into his mouth. “You gonna be my good boy?”
Noeul sighed, but did as he’d been asked. Boss shoved a couple pillows under his upper back, tipping his head back over them. Boss twisted the fabric off his wrists. Despite his complaining, Noeul winked at him cheekily and then opened his mouth wide. Boss teased around his full, red lips for only a moment. Then Boss slid into his mouth, straight to the back, now a straight shot into his throat. He pulled back, gauging Noeul’s comfort, waiting for his breathing to relax before pressing into his mouth again. When he held his breath, Boss eased into his throat, feeling the tightness around the tip of him and groaning loudly. “Fuck, baby, that’s so good.” He pulled back, Noeul panting under him. Then Noeul’s hands wrapped around his hips, pulling him in again. Boss gasped, then groaned loudly, as Noeul encouraged him back down his throat. He felt like heaven- incredibly hot and tight. Sounded like heaven too, little gags and moans falling free whenever he had breath.
“You sound fucking filthy, taking my cock down your throat.” He cupped the front of his throat, toyed with the lacy pink collar he wore. “What would your fans say? Their favorite rapper all dressed up like a slutty bunny, begging to have all your holes fucked.” Boss pulled all the way out of Noeul’s mouth. He tapped his cock on his cheek. “What would they say, hmm?”
Noeul panted, eyes already wet. But his voice was steady when he said, “If it was with you?...They’d all beg to take my place.”
Boss’s eyes flared wide with surprise, then delight. He leaned down, yanking Noeul’s head up to suck a kiss from his lips. He was still upside down- Boss sucked his tongue out of his mouth from this new angle. Noeul moaned hungrily, his hands moving all over Boss, trying to pull him in closer, hold him tighter.
Boss shoved him back down to the pillows, tipping his head back and stuffing himself back into his mouth. Noel grabbed his hips in his hands again.
Boss reached back into his nightstand. He pulled out a small black toy- a small targeted vibrator that he slipped onto his thumb. As Noeul gobbled him down, rocking his hips with his hands to fuck his own throat, Boss cupped his face. He tapped the little vibe on his cheek so he knew it was there. Noeul's thighs flinched closed- a good indicator that he knew exactly what Boss had and what he was going to do with it.
“Spread your fucking legs.” He panted. Noeul let his thighs fall open immediately. Boss waited for him to take a breath and hold it before pushing his cock down his throat, leaning forward, and slapping him hard on the inside of each thigh. He pulled back and Noeul gasped and whined.
“Sorry,” he gasped, coughing. Boss locked his hand around the back of Noeul’s neck and yanked him up, dropping his own knees onto the bed so he could pull the boy to his chest. Noeul’s head rested on his shoulder. Boss bit the sensitive shell of his ear.
“You didn’t want me to tease your cute pink cock in your panties?”
“I-It’s- sensitive.” Noeul whined, “I’ve already come once.”
Boss flicked on his fingertip vibe and rolled it along under Noeul’s sharp jaw. He slid the vibe down the vein in his throat, over the pretty pink collar he wore. “You’ll take everything I give you, jagiya.” He trailed all the way down to the tiny flowers on his tits. He rolled his vibe over them. Noeul moaned, and the little pink tips of his nipples popped out of the applique as they tightened. “Won’t you?”
“Yes,” he hissed, arching his back, presenting his chest for more.
“Why?”
“Be-Because-”
“Because?”
“‘Cause it feels so damn good.” He breathed. Boss caught his jaw in his hand and kissed his mouth hard, moaning into his lips, shoving his tongue down his throat.
“You make me crazy. Crazy.” Boss spun him, shoving his back into the bed.
“So do you.” Noeul breathed, reaching between his thighs to smooth his hands up Boss’s torso. Boss lifted one leg onto his shoulder, rubbing his little vibrator up his twitching calf muscle over his stockings. Noeul teased his fingers around one of his nipples- forcing a moan free- even as Boss kissed inside his ankle and along the arch of his foot.
“Cutest toes,” Boss murmured. He pulled free the silk tie at the top of his stocking and slipped it off. He massaged his thumb into the arch of Noeul’s foot. The silk tie, he wrapped around his hand and stroked down his leg. His mouth followed, slurping at the full length of Noeul’s lovely leg.
Boss traded buzzes of the vibrator between Noeul’s nipples. His lips curled when Noeul forgot his hands, both going limp and falling onto his belly. His lover’s mind was flying away on sensation again, his eyes starting to close. Boss grinned- except Neoul’s left eye always remained slightly open, watching him. Boss grabbed Noeul’s wrist and twined their fingers together tightly.
The other hand, the one with the vibrator, explored his abdomen busily. Noeul’s breaths kept catching. He twitched this way and that, flinching under the stimulation, gasping when Boss hit his sensitive spots. His hand slid into his own hair, gripping the golden strands at the roots.
“Chaikamon… please.” He begged.
“What do you need?”
Noeul rolled his hips in answer, his foot catching in the indent of Boss’s shoulder. “Touch me. Fuck me. Just- stop teasing me.”
Boss finally cupped the front of his panties in his hand, thumb teasing him down low. “I thought you were too sensitive, sweetheart.”
“N-no.”
“You’re not?” Boss circled Noeul’s balls with his vibrator- light strokes, tucking in behind them. The pink mesh was no barrier at all. His lover licked his lips but gamely shook his head. Boss cocked his head and flicked his thumb upwards. He was fully hard now- the tip of him poking out. Boss’s thumb drew circles up his shaft. Noeul’s breaths were just harsh pants now, his mouth dropping open, head going back.
Boss dips down without warning, cocks his head, and sucks the boy’s tip. Noeul lights up- his entire body rolling- a shocked yelp escaping. “Wait wait wait oh it’s- sensitive- oh, so good- I can’t-” he whines, but he can, and Boss proves it to him by sucking him harder, mouthing at this cock, while delicately tracing his shaft. Noeul’s fingers dig into his hair. “Suck me- suck all of me-” he begs. Boss whips the front of his panties down and sucks him right to the base, taking him into his throat in one suck. Noeul goes mad. Pumping his hips, crying out, yanking Boss’s hair to force him still so he can fuck his face. His other hand digs into Boss’s- little bites of pain where his nails cut in. Noeul’s cries bounce around the room. Boss’s mouth is so hot, and every stroke soaks his cock in saliva until it’s pooling on his pelvis, slickening his balls. Boss’s long hair is like silk in his hand and he twists it in his fist. If he gags, Noeul hardly notices except for yet another spike of pleasure.
Boss gave him everything he had- and then yanked his hand out of his hair and held it to the mattress. He slurped off his cock.
“No no no-” Noeul begs, humping the air, one heel behind Boss’s back and one digging in against the sheets- and both trying to yank Boss’s mouth back onto his cock. Boss pulled away farther, grinning, biting the inside of Noeul’s knee. Then he slipped the vibe off his finger and tucked it into Noeul’s g-string.
“Ohssshit-” Noeul arched, the vibrator caught right up against his hole, streaking lightning to his spine. “Fuck-” he mouthed, barely any sound escaping, oxygen abandoning him. “You- asshole-” His knees came together tightly as he shuddered.
Boss snorted and grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand, coating himself liberally. He fastened one hand behind Noeul’s knees and pressed them up to his chest. As soon as he removed the vibe, Noeul went limp, gasping into the sheets, hair stuck to his face and catching in his lips. He twitched when Boss smeared lube over his hole. Boss spread his legs and pushed them up high, displaying his ass with it’s lovely, tight straps across his skin. Noeul lifted himself onto his elbows so he could get a good look, too.
He locked eyes with Boss and trailed his hand down, tickling with his fingertips. He brushed over his cock with the lightest touch. Then his fingertip rolled around his lubed entrance and slipped inside. They both moaned softly as his single fingertip dipped in a couple inches and then slid back out. Dipped back in- squelching lubricant inside him- and slid back out. Boss’s eyes were like two black pools, locked on what he was doing. His breaths were haggard- his powerful chest expanding and contrasting in jerks.
“Are you teasing me,” he asked, “or yourself?”
“Both?” Noeul grunted. “I’m just- spreading the lube for you, Daddy.” And he grinned- flashing those white teeth and doe eyes, licking his swollen mouth with a tongue that still tasted like the precum Boss had fed him.
“You make me crazy,” Boss snapped- an apology and a defense in one as he yanked Noeul’s hand away and shoved his cockhead against his hole. He didn’t hesitate. He shoved his hips and pushed right past Noeul’s rim. His head dropped back- a groan just a bit under a cry escaping.
Boss shuddered- Noeul was still soaking wet inside from the lubricant on the toy. It was so slick around him. The heat of him, the tightness, the way his rim suckled at the head of his cock as it tried to twitch closed and seal him out. Boss groaned deeply as he stuffed another couple inches inside him. He rocked his hips, sliding those few inches back and forth, working the sensitive nerve endings around the entrance to his body. Noeul mewled, hips jerking around, impatient for more. He canted his waist, snatching the sheets up in his hands to use as leverage. His ass gobbled in a few extra inches of cock before Boss grabbed him behind the thighs and shoved his legs back to his chest, holding him open and still.
“Greedy thing,” Boss scolded. “I can always go slower.”
“No no please-” Noeul pleaded, mindless. “Fuck me- hard, fast.”
Boss fed him those last few inches- slow, so slow, while Noeul’s eyes fluttered and he whined in his throat. He filled him until Nouel’s frills were rubbing inside his hip crests.
Noeul panted, blinking hard as stars popped off behind his eyes. Boss felt huge inside him- surpassing his bunny tail, even, and by quite a margin. He’d wanted it all and had been given it. A tingling was starting in the lower part of his spine. When Boss began to drag his cock out of him, Noeul wanted to bounce on him, feel him pounding him inside. But Boss held him with an iron grip, limiting his movements, until Noeul’s chest felt like it would crack open with frustration as every slick, thick centimeter pulled his rim out as he retreated in one devastatingly slow pull. He felt everything- veins in his cock, the wide flare of his head pushing him open. Noeul didn’t even realize he was voicing high, sharp cries as Boss finally popped his head free.
Boss breathed. Noeul squirmed. His hole started to furl closed.
Boss groaned loudly as he eased inside him again, spreading him all the way open again. Noeul whined. His fingers caught in the sheets and wrenched at them. His head flung back and forth. Boss bottomed out in him. Pressing down on Noeul’s tight belly, he said, “You’re so slim, baby. I can see me in you. You feel me? Right here?” Forcing his hips down and Noeul’s high, he could feel the bump of him in his belly, sending shockwaves through his muscles as he thrust slightly. Noeul nodded disjointedly, choking with the stimulation. He used his hand and hips to rock the boy back and forth on his cock, watching and feeling the little bulge in his belly appear and disappear. “Rearranging your fucking guts, Noeul Lee.”
“‘S what it feels like.” Noeul slurred.
“I didn’t know you had any precum left to give me,” he teased, swiping his fingers through the little pool gathering on Noeul’s belly.
“Is- your fault.”
“It’s my fault? I’m hardly moving. It’s your tight ass that’s milking itself on me.” Boss sucked it from his fingers then laid over his boy and fed it to him, stuffing it into him with his tongue. Noeul swallowed obediently, twining his tongue sweetly with his.
Boss’s abs were catching on his cock now, rubbing him with every movement. Noeul circled his neck with his arms, nearly limp under him. “Chaikamon,” he whispered, voice shaking, thighs shaking. “Finish me.”
“You’ve had enough, baby?” Boss kissed him harder, sucking his swollen lips.
“Can’t take anymore.”
“This what you need?” His hand sliding down between them filled Noeul with a heady sense of relief. Rubbing him through his panties had him so close, so fast.
“Yes yes yes,” he sobbed.
Boss’s thumb dragged up to the tip of his cock where it had extended past his panties and swirled over the spongy tip, spreading his thick precum around and around the head of him. Then- it momentarily disappeared.
Noeul’s eyes flew open when he heard Boss’s damned finger vibe start up. He was shaking before it even touched him. Noeul’s body arched sharply when the vibe smeared across his cockhead. “Too much- too much!” His hips jerked. Boss slammed his hips against his- keeping him full straight to his balls, grinding inside him.
“You can take it,” he gritted.
Noeul wasn’t sure. His brain whited out until he was all sensation- powerful, breaking sensation. Everything inside him turned to liquid fire. Every inch of his skin felt pricked with intensity. He was crying out- and crying, and not aware of either. When the vibe started to massage over his frenulum, real tears dripped into his hair- or were kissed away by Boss, who groaned in satisfaction.
Boss held him on that precipice- not stroking him, inside or outside, hardly moving, watching Noeul fall apart under him. A sobbing, shaking bunny all trussed up in pink, gold hair dampening and darkening with his tears, and keening from that sweet red mouth while his tumescent pink cock strained and strained to cum- overstimulated, exhausted, precum pouring out like a dozen small orgasms. Noeul’s fingernails dug into his back, his heels into his ass.
Noeul choked, arched, and came messily between their bodies. Boss lost every bit of his iron control and joined him, dragging them both through their orgasms with his hands and hips until Noeul’s cries devolved into whimpers.
It was Noeul who tore the vibrator off his skin and whipped it across the room before collapsing. Boss choked on a laugh- and then let it loose, pressing his sweaty face into Noeul’s throat.
“I think…I hate that thing.” Noeul muttered.
Boss nuzzled his face, kissing away more tears. “Made you come like a faucet, though.”
“Everything is-” he shifted and his breath caught, remembering Boss was still semi hard inside him. “Tingling. Feels far away.”
Boss kissed his mouth. “You’re high,” he chuckled. “Tub?”
Noeul nodded. Sliding out of him made him whimper and increased his shivering. Boss lifted him into his arms and carried him into the bathroom, settling on the edge of the tub with him in his arms as he ran the water hot. He stripped him as they waited for the tub to fill, leaving his lingerie in a pile on the floor.
“Wasn’t that expensive?”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll be getting you 5 of them.” Noeul laughed as Boss dumped them into the tub.
“One in every color?”
“Mm.” Boss circled his face with his hands. “How do you feel?”
“Tired.”
“Still floaty?”
“A little.”
He kissed his mouth. “You did such a good job, jagiya.”
Noeul grinned, the way he always did when Boss spoke in Korean. “Was I pretty?” He sighed.
“You were fucking exquisite.” Noeul laughed, turning his head to kiss his palm.
“Good,” he murmured, tucking himself back into Boss’s arms.
Boss’s hands skimmed down his back to his ass and rubbed him gently. “Sore?”
“I think I will be,” Noeul sighed. “They’re gonna edit me again.”
“Who? Will do what?”
“Edit me. They,” he fluttered his hand, spraying water, “make edits about me. Like, if I have trouble sitting.” He should’ve known that would crack Boss up. He slapped his chest.
“Sorry, sorry,” Boss jiggled his ass cheek. “Or should I say you’re welcome?”
“Asshole.” Noeul bit his bottom lip in punishment.
“I can’t wait to see you try to sit down tomorrow,” he said evilly.
Noeul just sighed.