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Boss understood that the weather was too bad to drive back from the studio where they were doing a promotional shoot, but that knowledge didn't cure the irritation that he couldn't work out in the gym of his apartment building in peace.
Yes, being an actor was his dream, but it was also a very nerve-wracking profession, especially given how early on they were in production. They hadn't even filmed a scene yet; only the pilot clips had been shot. Thankfully, those had been well received but there was a lot left to be done. Working out was Boss' favorite way to relieve that stress. The physical exhaustion forced his brain to shut down in a way he found quite blissful.
Today, however, he couldn't do that. The hotel the main four cast members had ended up in with P'Mame and P'Chen had a gym, but it was packed. Apparently, everyone in the hotel decided to work out because they couldn't go anywhere else. His routine took forty minutes at most on a regular day but having to wait for every machine nearly tripled that time. Hell, he had texted Noeul to just order dinner without him because he knew it would take so long.
Still, Boss tried to persevere, and he had made it to what would normally be twenty minutes into his chest day routine before his next obstacle appeared.
"P'Boss!" a shrill voice called across the gym loudly enough to be heard over his headphones. Boss had figured he was relatively inconspicuous in the black muscle shirt, dark green sweatpants, and a baseball cap pulled low on his face, but apparently, that wasn't enough.
Boss pulled one earbud out and whipped around from where he had just sat down on a bench. He recognized the man nearly immediately. He was another streamer, Winnie. He and Boss had occasionally featured on each other's stream. Despite Boss being bisexual and Winnie openly flirting with him on a semi-regular basis, Boss felt nothing for him romantically. He just wasn't his type.
Winnie was petite, twig thin, had exceptionally pale skin, and had prominent Chinese features. His hair was cropped short on the top and even shorter on the back and sides. He was wearing tight blue leggings and a matching jacket.
"N'Winnie. Hi," Boss forced out politely trying to ignore the stares Winnie's wail drew. The thin man landed with a bounce in front of Boss, who was still seated on the bench.
"What are you doing here? I thought you would be too busy with your new show to take a vacation," Winnie started while playfully squeezing Boss' arm.
He wouldn't be able to tell you what exactly about Winnie's touch made his skin crawl, but Boss couldn't ignore the feeling in his gut that only one specific person should have their hands on him, and it wasn't Winnie. Prying the hand off gently and going to lean back to continue his workout, he answered, "Not on vacation, nong. Just got stranded out here by the weather. The roads are flooded."
Winnie seemed to only take minor offense to Boss knocking his hand off, but the clipped tone and lack of undivided attention were the prize offenders. "Wow, Phi. You get one acting job, and you get all high and mighty on me." That was another thing about Winnie that never quite worked for Boss, his uncanny ability to tear others down if he thought they got too proud. It was laughable given how much ego it took for him to think he was the moral authority on pride.
Boss pushed the weight back onto the rests after only two reps with an annoyed huff, sitting up to face Winnie, "That's not it. I just want to finish my workout so I can shower, eat something, and watch the ManU game with Noeul. Though, at this point, I might have to skip showering if I don't want to miss the beginning."
Something in the face Winnie made when Boss said Noeul's name made Boss cringe internally like he'd made a fatal mistake.
"Noeul, huh? Your rich little Korean idol-trainee boyfriend, right? Poor choice in casting in my opinion. He's not pretty enough to be an idol; what makes him think being an actor is a better idea?" The demeaning look as he spat the second question ensured Boss was done with the conversation. The additional jabs at Noeul had him seeing red.
Rising to his full height, Boss stood a full head and then some above Winnie, "Don't even start, Winnie."
Boss began to put away his weights as he had decided he was done with this whole gym. The irritation from the slowness of the gym compounded with the blind rage simmering in his chest at the cock-hungry attention whore was a recipe for disaster if he didn't get out there.
"Why not?" Winne taunted, clearly turned on by Boss getting aggressive with him. It was for that reason Boss didn't even spare him a second glance as he gathered his towel and walked away.
Boss knew how people felt about eye contact with him, even when he was angry. P'Mame had called it "deadly to any creature attracted to men," more than once. He wasn't going to give Winnie the pleasure nor the privilege of it.
As Boss trudged out of the gym and toward the elevators on the other side of the lobby, he couldn't help but feel his blood boil. He couldn't disagree more with Winnie's opinion on Noeul. He was absolutely stunning, perfect even; a damn good match for Rain going by their rehearsals and workshops. He was built for the role. If he wasn't Boss' partner, Boss couldn't think of a single person who could be. Nothing Winnie said held water. He was jealous, Boss figured.
Boss knew better, but he could have knocked Winnie down a peg or two. All he had to do was tell him a simple truth; Noeul was everything Boss wanted, and Winnie wasn't.
Noeul's height was a comfortable match to his own. He had a body full of tight muscles from years of dancing and had recently started bulking up a little more. His skin was a beautiful shade of caramel that Boss tried to hide his enthusiasm about being able to kiss and lick during workshops. Even with his recent haircut and dye job, his hair was still long enough to play with and soft to the touch. His voice wasn't grating and shrill like Winnie's. It was perfectly deep especially when he spoke Korean or English. His beautifully blended Thai-Korean features created a drool-worthy man.
All that and his personality was stellar as well. He always suggested new places for them to go and try together. He made a concerted effort to develop their chemistry beyond just work. He challenged Boss back when he teased. He comforted Boss when he was unsure. He turned to Boss when he needed help. They both loved football and cats.
Boss tried to shake himself out of that train of thought as he entered the elevator and pressed the button for the eighth floor. He knew better than to indulge in his feelings for his co-star. Noeul had playfully flirted at most, but he did that with Peat and Fort as well. He knew it meant nothing. Even if Noeul was attracted to men, it wasn't suitable for their work long term. The chances of them staying together long-term outside of additions to Mame's universe were slim at the moment.
Boss had gotten so stuck in his internal conflict about his attraction to Noeul that he hadn't turned off his music as he walked to the far end of the hall toward his and Noeul's room. If he had he might have heard the moaning when he opened the door to the suit. However, because he didn't pull his earbuds out until he opened the door to the bedroom, he walked in on a waking wet dream.
Noeul was on his back, naked, sweat glistening off of his caramel skin as he was bathed in the last light of the sunset descending behind dissipating storm clouds. His smooth legs hung in the air, spread to a degree that his years as a dancer had to have helped him achieve. His lower lip was spit-soaked and caught between his teeth. His hair was messily falling over his half-closed eyes. His left hand was gripping the towel next to his hip, and his right was working a clear silicone dildo in and out of his ass at a leisurely pace. A small pool of pre-cum was forming on his abs as his dick twitched, in desperate need of attention, with each push. Noeul looked like an angel, albeit an erotic one.
Boss was about to turn and leave, but Noeul's voice stopped him. In a dazed pant that wasn't even actually directed at him, he heard, "Boss...ah..fuck."
Boss froze. In some combination of shock, lust, and a sudden lack of blood flow to his brain, he physically couldn't make himself move.
Boss wasn't sure what he expected to come back to. Maybe his screen partner playing an online game on his phone or scrolling through social media. But Noeul fucking himself with a dildo and moaning his name was most definitely not it. He stands there for a solid ten seconds before Noeul notices him when his head lulls to the side after a particularly well-angled push.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Noeul yelps, grabbing the edge of the comforter and wrapping himself up in it. The sudden flurry of movement snaps Boss back to reality and he turns to face the wall, one hand covering the sizeable bulge growing in his pants.
"I'm so sorry for staring! I was just in shock," Boss immediately states. It's not a total lie but he couldn't really admit the rest.
The room went dead silent apart from the heavy bass of the rap music still playing from Boss' headphones which he quickly silenced. Neither of them knew what to say or how to continue. Boss was desperately fighting to suppress the now very vivid memory he would almost certainly be jacking off to later. Noeul was dying of embarrassment, presumably with the dildo still deep inside him. That thought did absolutely no favors for Boss.
Noeul broke the silence first. Barely a whisper, but loud enough in the still room, he asked, "How much did you hear?"
Boss spoke before he thought better of it, "The last ten seconds or so. My name..."
If the pained sigh made Boss regret not lying and saying he just walked in, the tears in Noeul voice when he spoke made him wish he could throw himself down a flight of stairs, "I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean t-to. I-I know I ruined us being friends, b-but I won't make things weird. I promise."
The sobbed rambling restarted something in Boss that finally let his feet move. He could feel the despair rolling off of Noeul in waves, and he couldn't stand it. Casting aside his hat and everything in his hands, he rushed to Noeul's side.
Half-kneeling on the edge of the bed, Boss held Noeul's face in his hands, "Hey! Hey. Noeul!" Boss tried to get his attention but he couldn't. No matter how he wiped away tears or moved his hair out of his eyes, Noeul was drowning in his own guilt. He wouldn't stop sobbing that he had ruined their friendship and made things hard for them before they had even started filming.
Boss didn't know what else to do, so he dove in and kissed Noeul. It was the only thing he could think to do to get Noeul to stop talking and reassure him nothing had been ruined yet. Boss was already so deeply infatuated with him. If he and Noeul were on the same playing field, then at least he could be completely honest with him.
The kiss was consuming and slow. The sobs died in favor of needy whimpers. Boss couldn't help his own noises of deep content as he bit and sucked on Noeuls plush lower lip and tongue.
Eventually, Noeul pulled away, eyes blown and dilated but very confused, "What? Why?"
"You didn't ruin anything. I've done my fair share of thinking about you, too, Angel. I'm not upset. I'm actually flattered," Boss said the last part as light-heartedly as he could manage to lift the mood a little. He hadn't even caught the pet name that slipped past his lips. Noeul did, however.
His face went on a journey with Boss's words, but his lips quirked up at the name, "Angel?"
Boss hated how that flustered him. "How hot you looked with the sunset behind you was basically a religious experience," he rambled falling back on wordplay since it was the way he had always teasingly flirted with Noeul up until this point.
Noeul smiled at that but quickly got serious again, "What do we do now?" Boss could see both hope and fear in his eyes. He had something in mind, but he was asking Boss' opinion first.
"You know me. Whatever works for you is good for me," Boss answered the same way he does when Noeul asks him about what he wanted for lunch.
Noeul smacked Boss' arm, "This is not the time to indulge me like I'm asking you if you want Thai or Japanese food."
For his own sanity, and Noeul's safety, Boss grabbed the edge of the blanket Noeul had let slip to hit him and covered him back up, "You're the fussy one."
"SO?! You're telling me you don't have an opinion on what you would like to see happen?" Noeul asked incredulously.
Boss shrugged, "Obviously, yeah, but I'll be okay if I don't get any of my top three solutions. Can you honestly say the same thing?"
Noeul opened his mouth to fight but stopped because he knew Boss was right. It happened whenever they went somewhere to eat. Noeul would get annoyed if Peat, Fort, or Mame decided against what Noeul wanted to eat. Chen and Boss usually gave in to him because the places he liked always had something everyone liked. Noeul would make sure of it before even making the suggestion. The other three, however, were less cooperative to varying degrees. Boss could extrapolate a bad attitude that lasted a few hours because of one meal to Noeul's reaction if he didn't solve this his way.
Something in his train of thought suddenly became very funny, as Noeul's demeanor suddenly changed from resigned to pensive to realization to breaking out into a fit of giggles. The fit of giggles near instantly became a tug-of-war between Noeul's ability to laugh and choked whimpers of pleasure.
Boss was very confused for a long few seconds before it dawned on him. Noeul still hadn't removed the dildo. Boss couldn't help but laugh as well. Noeul smacked his arm again, "Don't laugh!"
Noeul flopped onto his side partially to relieve the pressure of sitting up and also to hide further under the comforter.
Boss didn't realize he still had a grip on the edge of the blanket, so when Noeul fell to the side, it didn't cover nearly enough of him, exposing his chest and stomach to the other. The sticky mess of pre-cum on his stomach glistened wetly.
Desperate to fight the intrusive thought of licking his way from Noeul's navel to his exposed nipples, Boss stood up suddenly.
Noeul seemed to understand well enough that Boss was fighting doing something to him, and, the minx that he was, clearly found the fight pointless. He rolled himself onto his back where Boss had found him, still covered from the waist down.
Boss shivered as the angelic display returned, "Noeul, you better be sure." It was all he could really get out. He was at a precipice. Either he backed away, or he went over the edge. There was no return from the latter.
Instead of a verbal answer, Noeul pulled the comforter the rest of the way off and lifted his knees to his chest. The toy was still very much in place and a large amount of thick lube drenched his hole, creating strings of viscous slick between his plump cheeks. His dick was trapped between his thighs and his stomach, but his cute, swollen balls sat heavy and red on the other side. It was clear that he was in need of an orgasm or two. Maybe three...
Tossing his shirt to the side in one quick motion, Boss quickly began discarding his own clothing until he was only in his underwear. He could make use of Noeul's mouth later. At that moment he had other plans; ones that included tasing his angel.
Standing over Noeul, Boss gripped the base of Noeul's thighs and pulled his legs open. Noeul took it in stride and spread himself to an obscene degree. Boss was almost drooling at the sight, but he needed confirmation, "Angel, are you sure?"
Noeul nodded rapidly, hips rolling as if to entice Boss into finally doing something besides staring at him. Boss was many things but stupid was not one of them. There was no way in hell he'd turn down an offering like this.
Slotting himself comfortably between Noeul's thighs, Boss leaned in and kissed him again. This kiss was more hungry and messy. They took turns licking and sucking each other's tongues and nipping at the other's lips teasingly.
Once Boss was sure Noeul was lost in the kiss, he reached between them for the base of the toy and gently pushed it ever so slightly deeper. He drowned out Noeul's needy whimper with his tongue similarly pushing deeper into him. Boss set a deliberately slow pace, twisting his wrist languidly to angle the toy. After a few probing strokes, Noeul suddenly gasped and his hands roughly pulled on Boss' hair, the younger man clearly having met his mark.
"Oh my fucking god, there. Please, there. Harder," Noeul begged almost shaking with the sudden overwhelming wave of pleasure.
Boss sat up on his heels and watched Noeul scramble for purchase on the sheets next to him as the teasing strokes continued. He was absolutely in awe of the man under him and how beautiful he looked chasing the pleasure Boss was giving him. That was the moment Boss decided he didn't just want but needed to see Noeul cum for him; Boss needed to see his Angel fall.
Much in the way they had practiced in workshops, Boss' mouth found the sensitive spot just below Noeul's ear that completely short-circuited the older man. Leaving a wet, open-mouthed kiss against Noeul's pulse, Boss whispered, "Harder?"
The question was met with a whimper and a small nod that came across more as Noeul offering more of his neck to be kissed than a response. Boss tsked and rose only slightly, just enough to make eye contact, their foreheads nearly pressed together.
"No, Angel. I need you to keep speaking to me. I need your words when I ask you a question. I'll ask again; harder?" Boss teased twisting his hand slower but applying more pressure.
Something about the challenge woke something in Noeul. His eyes changed. He wasn't a siren calling for him anymore. Noeul was present but not; like the friend Boss had known for some weeks that play-fought with him and teased him endlessly was asleep, and in his place was this angelic and attentive man that responded, "Yes, please...Daddy."
That need in his chest flared dangerously, and everything else faded away. They were in private and had all night. Boss could spend hours pulling Noeul apart, and that was what he had resigned himself to do. Even his own pleasure felt inconsequential to the allure of the pride he knew he would feel if and when he succeeded.
The next twist of Boss' wrist was sudden, rough, and well placed, "Good, my Angel." He began a slow pace, pulling the toy out slowly only to shove it back in hard and fast, leaning over his face and watching him get sent flying closer and closer to the edge.
Gasping, stuttered moans and babbled pleas for Boss not to stop fell from Noeul's spit-soaked lips as his hands found purchase in Boss' hair again.
Boss' mouth found its way to Noeul's neck again, kissing and licking his way down to his collarbone and further to his chest. Laving his tongue against first Noeul's right and then left nipple, Boss went back and forth. He'd occasionally nip at the small buds and soothe them after letting them sting for just a moment.
He did his best to ignore the rising annoyance at the fact that he couldn't leave marks on Noeul in any obvious places, so he'd have to make do with places no one else would see until they filmed their NC scenes in a few months. The gathering list of places to mark brought something back to Boss' attention.
Looking down at Noeul's dick twitching restlessly on his belly, Boss noticed the slick mess of pre-cum had grown noticeably, and Noeul was practically running like a faucet.
Licking his way down Noeul's chest and stomach, Boss appreciatively hummed against Noeul's skin, "Am I making you feel good, Angel?"
Noeul nodded erratically, hips rolling to meet the thrusts, "Yes, Daddy. So fucking good."
Pride flared in Boss' chest as his mouth hovered centimeters above the growing puddle, "I can see. Now, I'm wondering how you taste." Boss licked lightly at the tip of Noeul's dick, tongue digging into the slit, before lapping up the puddle on his stomach.
The whined moan that followed was the loudest sound Noeul made, yet. Boss had timed his tongue coming in contact with Noeul and a particularly rough thrust of the toy. Noeul's grip on Boss' hair pulled tighter again, causing Boss' slick lips to part in a gasped moan of his own against Noeul's stomach.
Boss liked the pain of giving pleasure. Having his hair pulled or his back scratched because his partner couldn't handle the pleasure he was giving them did something to him that he couldn't quite understand. Boss didn't let his ego and pride run his life, but it did when it came to sex. He never understood how the prideful monster stayed so well hidden in every other aspect of his life except that part. The monster needed to be lauded and praised with moans and orgasms or it would rip Boss to shreds with his insecurities about failing the people he was meant to be caring for.
Boss eyes flicked up to Noeul, who was looking down at him open-mouthed and panting, and he decided his angel had been teased enough, and it was time for him to fall apart for the first time but definitely not last if Boss had any say in the matter.
Under the guise of continuing his ministrations against Noeul's stomach, Boss left a small love bite just under Noeul's navel and gathered a mouthful of pre-cum and saliva. With a few more thrusts of the toy, Boss switched hands so he could use his dominant hand to suddenly guide Noeul's dick into his mouth, immediately letting the liquids in his mouth flow messily down the member.
A choked-off gasp was all that the noise Noeul could make. His eyes were blown wide with intense pleasure. He couldn't help but roll his hips chasing both the back of Boss' throat and the head of the well-angled toy. Boss had found a rhythm that left Noeul constantly stimulated at one end or the other. When he would withdraw the toy, his head would descend, taking as much of Noeul down his throat as possible. Just as he would come up, the toy would return at full force.
When he finally could make a sound other than a whimper, Noeul begged, "I-I'm gonna cum if you don't st-stop. I want to c-cum for you, -Oh my fucking god- not the toy. I don't want t-t-please- I don't want to stop yet."
Boss pulled off, smirking with spit-soaked lips and drool and pre-cum running down his chin, and said, "Oh, my Angel. It's cute that you think this ends when you cum the first time," before immediately returning to the sloppy blow job without allowing another word from Noeul.
The gasped 'what' was promptly ignored, as Boss sunk his entire focus into reading Noeul's reactions. With such dedicated attention, Noeul lasted less than a minute.
Without complaint, Boss swallowed everything Noeul gave him, stroking him with his hand and sucking what his hand couldn't cover like he was drinking a very thick milkshake. Only when Noeul's grip on his hair went from pleasantly painful to actually hurting did Boss release him with a wet pop and gently pull the toy from him and leave it on the towel. Actually seeing the full thing for the first time, Boss noted the size was still smaller than his dick in girth and length but only slightly, probably not even a full centimeter in either direction.
Noeul was gasping for air, arms and legs falling limp as he tried to come down from his orgasm. Little shivers ran through, aftershocks making his abs tighten every few seconds.
Boss crawled back up his body, placing gentle kisses all over Noeul's body; up his legs, on his stomach, up his arms, across his chest, and up his neck. With a whispered, "You were so good for me, Angel," Boss captured his angel's lips. Noeul sighed contentedly into Boss' mouth as their tongues met, seemingly entirely unphased by the taste of his own cum.
Probably because he was so lost in the kiss and the first rush of pride, Boss completely missed that his mischievous friend had partially surfaced again. Without warning, Noeul's hand slipped between them and gripped Boss' dick through his boxers.
Boss hissed, accidentally biting Noeul's bottom lip more roughly than intended, as he was reminded of how painfully hard he was. Burying his face in Noeul's neck, Boss began to grind into the grip, "Oh fuck."
Noeul wrapped his legs around Boss' waist to pull him further into his hand, "It's your turn, Daddy. You have to cum for me."
Boss lifted his head to look at Noeul properly only to get immediately distracted by his lips. Kissing him once before lifting one hand to trace his lips gently, he asked, "Can I do it here?"
Noeul caught Boss' thumb between his teeth biting lightly before sucking on it. Boss felt the sensation in his dick, partially because of his imagination, but mostly because Noeul had squeezed him as his tongue caressed the pad of his thumb.
"Keep doing things like that, and I won't last nearly as long as I want to," Boss warned lowly pulling his thumb from Noeul's lips.
A challenging smirk rose on Noeul's lips, "Oh, Daddy. It's cute that you think this ends when you cum the first time."
Boss' eyes lifted to meet Noeul's, and he could tell that the angel and the siren had found their balance and become one; the angel, so dedicated to being good for him, and the siren, making it very clear Noeul wasn't just a doll to be played with.
Boss was understanding the dynamic they were building very quickly, and he was well aware they would need to discuss it later amongst a million other things, but at the moment, all he cared about was making sure Noeul knew Boss would only relinquish so much control.
"Just for that..." Boss trailed off rising to pull off his boxers, freeing himself with a sigh of relief, only to return roughly spreading Noeul's legs again.
Noeul's eyes blew wide, "I thought you wanted me to blow you."
Boss leaned in again so his face was centimeters from Noeuls, "Oh, I do, Angel." He grabs Noeul's chin, "But you need to learn who's in charge. Maybe cumming in this cute little ass of yours a few times will teach you." Nouel looked both nervous and incredibly excited by the threat.
Boss spent a good few seconds reading Noeul's face to look for any signs of actual discomfort, and when he found none he sat up again and reached for the bottle of lube that had been cast aside by Noeul before Boss had arrived. Wasting no time, he poured a good amount of the very viscous liquid into his hand and tossed the bottle back where he had found it.
Closing his fist around himself and rocking into it, Boss looked to Noeul only to find him staring at Boss' hand and dick with his lip caught between his teeth. Lowering the head to line up with Noeul's hole, Boss decided to tease him a little more, mostly to buy himself time to calm down so he didn't cum immediately.
"Look how bad you want me, Angel. Was the toy not enough?" Boss teased, his free hand lightly scratching up the back of Noeul's thigh.
Noeul whined high in the back of his throat, clearly shy.
"Don't get shy now, Angel. You were the one fucking yourself and moaning my name," he continued rubbing the tip of his dick against the hole but never applying any real pressure.
"Daddy, please," Noeul begged, knowing Boss would understand that it meant both 'please, stop teasing' and 'please fuck me already'. And Boss did understand, but he didn't care. Teasing and playfighting was their language.
Ignoring the plea, he continued, "You know, I'm curious. How many times did you have to sit on my lap to get that close to my size? How many of those times when you said you got 'lost in thought' was really you thinking about the way my dick was so close and yet so far from your little hole?"
Noeul covered his face with his arms, too embarrassed to verbally respond. However, it became abundantly clear to Boss that Noeul was still very turned on as his dick began to fill out again.
Deciding that he was done teasing, Boss used his free hand to pull Noeul's arms off his face and then brace his weight next to him, "If you wanted me, all you had to do was ask, Angel."
With that, Boss pushed into Noeul, moaning into his mouth as he kissed him. The slide was hot, wet, and easy. Noeul's arms, legs, and tongue wrapped around him like ivy as his fantasy became reality, a responding moan sounding at the fullness he was feeling. Boss felt dizzy with how tight Noeul was around him. The toy had worked him open so the entry was painless for him, but Boss was certainly larger than it.
Much in the way he had probed with the toy, Boss rolled his hip, grinding inside of Noeul trying to find his prostate. And in nearly identical fashion, Noeul gasped and pulled his hair when he had found it. This time, however, Boss didn't give him a chance to beg for more.
Bracing his weight on one forearm and slipping the other under Noeul's waist to make the angle easier to maintain, Boss set off at a punishing pace.
Noeul couldn't get out anything more than gasps and hiccuped moans as he clung to Boss. Boss kissed and licked his way around Noeul's neck as he fucked him, so there was little else he could do besides hold on and drown in the pleasure. The slick pounding was met with Noeul's nails digging into Boss' shoulders and a chorus of moans and wet slapping as the lube made a sticky mess between Noeul's ass and Boss' thighs.
Boss was determined to make Noeul cum one more time before he did, so he held Noeul to him tighter, trapping his dick between their abs. The steady leak of pre-cum from Noeul had started again, making the slide easy. Boss prayed it would be enough because the wet heat that was swallowing him whole was dragging him toward his orgasm and was getting him dangerously close to going over the edge. His own daydreams about fucking Noeul that he had jacked off to at least twice a week since the day he met him did the real deal absolutely no justice.
"Come on. Be good and cum for me," Boss panted against Noeul's neck. Noeul pulled his hair to lift his face. Something about the eye contact sent Nouel over the edge, and the sudden death grip his entire body had on Boss sent him falling seconds after.
Boss lost a few seconds, his entire body locking up as every hair on his body felt like it was standing on end as Noeul's orgasm milked his for all it's worth.
When he could finally perceive something other than his dick, he realized he had his forehead pressed to Noeul's who looked dazed and barely conscious.
"Shit. Noeul!" Boss shook him panicking, "Hey! Wake up!"
With an exhausted but conscious eye roll, Noeul pulled Boss down onto his body, "I'm awake. Calm down."
Boss sighed in relief but resisted the cuddle, "Good. Are you okay otherwise, Angel?"
"Mmhm. Now hold me. It's cold in here." Boss chucked at Noeul's demand but complied, holding Nouel as close as possible and grinding himself as deeply into Noeul as he could get despite the quickly waning erection and the oversensitivity.
Both cuddled into each other and caught their breath until the last rays of the sun had dipped below the horizon, and the pinks and periwinkles of dusk were all that was left of it. With the room significantly darker, Boss felt himself getting tired enough to sleep. He only stopped himself from doing so because he needed to clean both of them up, they needed to eat, and they needed to talk.
As the sun departed, so did the monster. Boss' common sense returned fitfully in their absence. The reality of how fucked of a situation they might be in was threatening to crash in, so instead of thinking, Boss decided to take care of the immediate and fixable issues like the mess and food.
"Angel?" Boss coaxed gently, unsure if Noeul had actually fallen asleep or not.
"Is that what you're gonna call me from now on?" Noeul asks teasingly without opening his eyes clearly awake.
Boss huffs a small laugh, "Depends on how the conversation we need to have goes."
The sated smile on Noeul's lips falls and he opens his eyes. Staring at the ceiling, he says, "You said you had a top 3 options for how this workout. Can I hear them?" Boss thought about it but decided this conversation was best had with clothes on and food in their stomachs.
"I don't think we should have this conversation while I'm still inside of you."
"OH MY GOD! How do I keep forgetting!?" Noeul groans and begins to laugh at himself. Boss laughs with him as he rises from where he had been basically crushing Noeul.
"P'Peat would lose his head if it wasn't attached to him. It's okay," Boss commented leaning in for a kiss. Noeul happily met the kiss before snorting at the comment. "N'Fort would be right behind him with it. He'd be fine." As much as Peat took care of the rest of the crew since he was the oldest, Boss could tell just how much he loved the way Fort tried to pamper and help him.
Before slowly pulling out, Boss gave a squeeze on Noeul's thigh as a warning. The slick flow of lube and cum immediately followed. Noeul tried to close his legs shyly, but the grip Boss had on the back of his thighs kept them firmly open.
Boss appraised the mess he had made of Noeul and himself and was quite satisfied. Noeul's hole was a little swollen from the rough use but it looked so pretty leaking Boss' cum and surrounded by skin slick with lube. His stomach was covered in his own cum, as was Boss'. One little lovebite on his stomach had deepened to a pleasant shade of dark red. A deep blush of embarrassment had bloomed on Noeul's neck and cheeks, and his swollen bottom lip was caught between his teeth again.
Boss felt himself filling out again and knew that if he didn't move right then, they wouldn't talk for another half-hour or more. So with a shake of his head, he let go of Noeul's legs and reached for his boxers which he'd thrown on the ottoman at the end of the bed.
Noeul wrapped the towel around himself and tried to rise before his legs gave out under him, "Oh shit."
Boss was thankfully quick and pulled him back onto the bed, "Maybe just stay still. I'll get this all cleaned up."
Noeul nodded, mildly annoyed at not being able to be independent, "Yeah. Normally, I'm not this sore."
Boss tried to ignore the blooming jealousy in favor of his concern, "Sorry. I was too rough wasn't I?"
"No! Not at all. Don't apologize," Noeul immediately assuaged.
Boss caressed his cheek and searched for any sign of a lie, "Are you sure?"
Noeul pulled him in for a soft peck on the lips, "You were perfect."
Not detecting any lie, Boss relaxed. "You were pretty damn stunning yourself, Angel," he praised before rising to get a warm washcloth from the bathroom.
"Can I order dinner?" Noeul asked rolling to grab the menu and room phone.
Boss responded just before turning on the water, "Yeah. Order me whatever. You know what I like."
And as the water ran, slowly heating up, he hoped Noeul knew that applied to more than just food.