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NOEL

Alex draws on his sketch paper while his head is on my stomach. I watch him scrunch his eyebrows in thought, nibbling at his lower lip. It's two people fencing, one with their shirt off. He spends our time together drawing, and I do homework. We're on his large bed snacking on chips and soda after a long day at school. After half an hour, he places his pad down and gets up to use the restroom.

The art pad is open to his recent drawing. I pick it up and flip through the pages, curious if he's working on more anime scenes. My eyes bug out of my head when I stop on a page near the back.

It's me, from a back view. My head is turned around though, so I know it's me.

But that's not the shocking part.

I'm wearing panties. They're thin and stringy with some crisscross design with a little bow at the base of my spine. My ass is the main focus of the drawing as I'm sitting seiza-style, kneeling on the floor, my legs folded to touch my thighs, heels touching my butt. My toes peek out from under my cheeks in a pretty V shape. My hips are turned slightly so I can look over my shoulder, eyes large and innocent-looking. I have on a baggy shirt that falls over my shoulder, the short sleeves practically sliding down to my elbow. It's bunched up in places to show off my slim waist. It's all very… erotic.

My entire body heats up in embarrassment knowing that Alex drew this. I quickly close the sketchbook and attempt to even out my breathing by thinking about something else.

Is this what he wants from me?

Would wearing that please him?

I don't dwell on it, but I catch myself smiling, knowing I'm on his mind.

When he comes back, he doesn't touch the sketchpad. Instead, he climbs over me and kisses my cheek.

“I'm bored,” he tells me while kissing my neck. I shudder with a sharp inhale through my nose.

“What do you want to do?”

He kisses up my jaw to my mouth. “Kiss.”

I smile and place a hand on his jaw, opening my mouth for him to lick inside.

We make out on his bed for a long time, just touching each other over clothes. He doesn't take it any further than rubbing his erection against my thigh while I kiss up his neck, down his throat, and back up to his mouth again.

After a while, I want more. And it's going to be me that makes the next move.

I slide down his body, nuzzling along his stomach and then the bulge of his dick. I lick at the fabric, where the wet crown is, and he drops his head back with a shaky sigh. I finger at his waistband, pulling down until his cock bobs freely, leaking sticky precum. His hand cradles the back of my neck while the other touches my cheek. “You sure?”

I stick my tongue out and lick the tip as an answer. Alex moans before his breathing turns to little pants. His cock enters my mouth slowly, sliding down my throat in small movements, working its way down until I gag and he pulls away.

“Keep going,” I say, coughing as I have to catch my breath already.

“Just play with it; you don't need to take it all down your throat. I like how you tongue it.”

Alex's thumb traces my lips, sliding it inside suddenly and hooking into the side of my cheek. He replaces it with two fingers, sliding them over my tongue in a sensual, erotic movement that has my dick perking right up.

“I want to taste you… feel you come…” I plead, sounding deranged. I happen to feel that way more often than not nowadays. Everything we do together makes me delirious. I'm in a constant state of arousal most nights. Even a simple, innocent touch has turned me ravenous for his kisses. Just yesterday, he flicked my cheek in annoyance, and I got hard.

He exhales roughly, his face devoid of any sign that he actually likes any of this. But his dick is proof enough. “How the fuck are you so dirty?” he asks me, shoving his fingers down my throat, and I gag before he removes them entirely. They're wet from my saliva when he places a hand back on my throat at the same time his dick is shoved in my mouth. I suck on it while my eyes roll back, the taste of him so strong and hot that my saliva works up quickly, my mouth overflowing as I drool over his cock.

“Such a slut for it,” he forces out through clenched teeth. I think he's upset by how much he likes it. I preen at the comment, not sure why it makes me feel floaty.

I take in the heavy weight of him, having just the tip on my flattened tongue. Using my hand to slowly jack him off, Alex's hips jerk up with a whine. I salivate around the thickness, curling my tongue around the slit and lapping at the pre-come that spurts out.

I pull off just to hold the length in my fist, nuzzling my face against it.

He tenses up with a broken off sound from his throat.

It takes a long time for me to work all of his length down. Lots of gagging and choking, but it finally happens. His hips push forward as he meets the very back, past my gag reflex, and I feel the way it bulges as I'm stuffed full of him. I'd give anything to have his balls enter my mouth too. I want all of him inside me. I stick out my tongue as much as I can, feeling the underside of his cock. His balls are right there for me to touch with the tip of my tongue. I hear his stuttering breath, and I gag, pulling back slowly, breathing hard through my nose.

“Noel,” he whines raggedly, his wrecked moan is everything to me.

I swallow him back down, focusing on having him in my throat, but I can't work through the motion, so I settle for raising my hands to his hips and pulling him even closer to my face. He gasps with a whiny groan. I'd smile if I could move my lips. But they're stretched open so wide around his width that I can't do anything but take his dick.

“Shit.” He’s breathing fast. His fingers feel around my mouth, and I have to pull back to prevent myself from gagging again. I cough, but it's only a couple times. I think I'm getting used to this.

When he shifts back to give me space, I watch him as he jerks off above me.

“Look up at me,” he pants. I do as he says. His expression is so pretty. His eyes were hooded, while his face flushed pink, and his breath was labored in desperation. “Do you think you can handle me coming in your mouth?” He pants, raspy, and low.

I nod, but it's jerky at best. “Yes, please do it; come in my mouth. I want to taste it.”

His finger’s part my lips, and the first jet of his semen hits the back of my throat. I open as wide as I can for him, wanting all of his release. I breathe through my nose, using my tongue to block the back of my throat. I let his cum accumulate in my mouth. Of course I'll do anything he asks of me, including this. I know he wants it, which is why I want it too.

I listen to him gasp, his body trembling and hands shaking as his cum spurts on my tongue. My eyes flutter close as pleasure hums through my body, content and blissed out on his orgasm. It tastes bitter and hot, but I don't mind it. It doesn't taste good, but something about it being his makes it bearable.

My throat aches from taking him so rough, but I'm finding it's so worth it to see him like this. To feel his bliss radiate around me.

He finishes, and I swallow down the large load. I can feel some dribbling from my mouth, spilling over my chin slowly, and I go to swipe at it, but Alex's words stop me.

“Oh, shit, you missed some, doe eyes.” Alex leans down while pulling my face up to his, licks up the line of hot cum from my jaw, and uses his hand on my chin to open my mouth back up.

He spits his own cum back in my mouth, and I whimper. My throat works it down with a lazy swallow, and my eyes are watery and hazy. I know I look rung out in the best way, like I want to take another shot of his load.

Alex watches me, saying nothing else, but his pupils are so big that it's like his eyes are completely black. I sit up slowly, but rough hands push my shoulders down to the soft bedding, moving me quickly. He towers over me, straddling my body with his. Wet lips meet my own as he kisses me with gentle but firm pressure. It's slow, languid. I like it when he treats me this way. Like a tiny, fragile thing that needs protecting. Like I'm his. I whimper, sighing happily, and Alex eats that up greedily, like he likes the taste of his lingering cum on my lips.

I love the kind and gentle side of him, but I love it when he treats me like his little whore, too. I know he's teasing and he knows it turns me on. It's shameful to admit that's what I like. But it's just how Alex is.

Raw and untamed.

Mean and blunt.

The other night, when I got hard thinking about him and I kissing; I ended up texting him my dilemma, and he made me masturbate. Well, he didn't make me . I wanted to. It's still surprising to me how easily I'm turned on by someone. I asked if I could go to his place and jerk him off again, but he told me no and that he wanted me to orgasm while pleasuring myself, so I did. And then sent him a picture of what happened after with my cum covering my stomach.

He texted me that he wanted to slurp it up, lick me clean, and suck it off my dick.

I jerked off a second time after that, much to my own surprise.

I'm brought out of my dirty thoughts as Alex's tongue prods the inside of my mouth, licking at the taste of his own jizz that's still on my tongue. I'm still massively hard in my cotton pants, so I shift it around from its confined prison in my underwear of sticky precum.

I've been leaking for the past half hour, so everything is a slick, sticky mess down there.

Alex bites my lip the same moment he shoves my hands over my head, trapping me against the bed, and my hips jerk up involuntarily. My dick rubs against his and I gasp when I feel his stiff erection. I faintly register a clicking sound over my head as he uses one hand to open something.

“I'm still hard for you. I can taste myself on your lips.” Tongues brushing together aggressively, I moan into his mouth. He shifts above me, up and down, a rhythmic motion where I can rub myself on any part of him I can get. He makes it easier for me when he reaches down and frees my dick by shoving my pants and underwear down my thighs. He takes me in his fist and pumps me with quick, hard strokes.

“Ah!” I keen. “ Fuck.” It comes out like a chant. And he keeps stroking me using just the right amount of pressure. His hand is soaked with something, probably lube from the bottle he opened. It's incredible. It's so warm and wet, the perfect texture slipping up and down my cock, jerking me off with fast strokes.

Alex licks a long stripe up my throat and then latches on to a very sensitive area of my neck that has me seeing black spots right before I climax in his tight fist. I'm trembling beneath him. My nerves explode into a constellation of pleasure, seeing stars behind my eyelids.

His hand continues sliding over my shaft, cum shooting up to my stomach while I shudder and twitch. His lips leave my neck as he moves down a little, licking at the wet spots over my flexing stomach.

Alex devours my orgasm, slurping at my cum with filthy sounds.

“Don't.” It comes out tired and pathetic, barely a demand at all. He doesn't listen to me anyway. I watch him clean my entire stomach. Licking at every crevice and dip. I run my fingers through his hair while he does. Then he cleans the tip of my glistening, sensitive cock with a swirl of his expert tongue while I shiver.

Fuck, I love this.

His hooded eyes watch me while he raises a hand to his face. Like a cat cleaning its paw, he's meticulous in each swipe, the flat of his tongue scooping it up, never flinching at the taste. Alex's eyes don't even wander. His gaze is fixed on me—on my reaction.

My breath hitches. Why is this so hot? I watch him as he watches me. He licks between his pointer and middle finger and swallows everything he's collected with an exaggerated moan.

I swat at his hand. “You didn't have to do that. I would have gotten you a towel, or you could have wiped it on my pants or something.” My face heats, a furious blush taking over my face in embarrassment and arousal.

He huffs, eyes glimmering in mirth with a mischievous grin. “I like it though. I told you the other night when you finished that I wanted to lick you clean.” He sucks his bottom lip, giving me a show before he kisses me once, softly. “Little bit salty, kinda sweet too.” He quirks a half smile before showing off teeth that glimmer in the dim lighting. “You taste like a slutty virgin.” Cheeks warm, I glance away.

“That doesn't even make sense.” I give him a playful shove.

“You're a virgin that sucks cock like a slut.”

“God, Alex, shut up!”

We both laugh. There's no longer any obsessive need of want or lust, but with a content, relaxed vibe between two friends. Wait, scratch that. Boyfriends . We’re boyfriends that eat each other’s cum while we kiss.

Yup.

“Do you want to fence?” I blurt out, looking like I ruined the moment by the way his brows scrunch together before he shakes his head with a smirk.

“You're weird as shit. How can you still have energy after that?”

“Um. Because I have high stamina?”

He laughs. A genuine, adorable chuckle that's loud and carefree, crinkling the corners of his eyes while showing off his teeth.

I stare in awe, fascinated at his easy warmth and contagious laugh. He's shining, and it's like I have my very own star burning brightly right in front of me. My smile widens, and I laugh softly, watching him with absolute joy in my heart.

I want him like this more often.

It makes me feel like I shine, too.

“Up yours. I have stamina.”

“I didn't say you didn't,” I tell him, still grinning at his happy expression. “But you look like you could use a break…” The teasing is unexpected coming from me, but it feels natural right now.

“Fuck you,” he says without any heat or malicious intent. It's teasing and warm. I'm getting better at deciphering when he's serious and when it's sarcasm.

“You could, you know.”

Alex nuzzles his nose into my neck, making me flinch before I sigh contently at the contact and expose more of my neck for him. “Could what?” He asks while placing kisses on my throat and up to my chin with little licks and nibbles.

I close my eyes with a shiver. “Fuck me.”

He stops kissing me, pulling back slowly, and I open my eyes, hesitant to see his reaction.

Alex's jaw is clenched, cheeks flushed pink. I reach a hand out to touch his face, feeling the warmth from his blush with my fingers. “I thought we were taking things slow.”

I blink, not really sure what this is about. “Yeah, we are; I’m just saying, in case you didn't know already, that I want you.” My cheeks feel like they're on fire.

There's a serious, stern expression on his face, with his eyebrows pulled together and his lips set in a firm line. “Just because we’re together doesn't necessarily mean you have to… bottom. I know you haven't ever done anything before, and I'm worried you're just saying this because you think it's what I want. So… if you end up hating it… I just… don’t want you to feel bad about it.”

This is the most serious I've ever seen Alex before, and I'm stunned by his words. It's so thoughtful and kind of him to think this way. To tell me that even if I don't like it, I don't have to do it. It won't change who we are to one another. Whatever that may be.

“You're so incredible, Alex. It's okay; if I hate it, I'll tell you. But I want to try it. I want you inside me.”

His jaw clenches, swiftly running a hand through his already disheveled hair.

“What is it?” The worry seeps through, feeling exposed and vulnerable. Does he not want to fuck me? Oh... he might not be into doing that with me.

“I'm still hard,” he tells me.

I glance down at his sweatpants and see a bulge. “So, you do want to have sex with me then?”

Unamused, he cocks his head to the side. “Of course I want to, Noel.”

Smiling, I bite back the show of excitement. “Yeah? Okay, that's good. Really good.” Nodding my head a bit excessively, Alex rolls his eyes. “Should we start now?”

“No, we aren't starting now.” He shoves my shoulder playfully, knocking me over sideways. “Let's go fence. I need to stop thinking about this. You're so fucking innocent with your stupid anime eyes that are too big . ”