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NOEL

I run to the dryer and open it. The dark blue panty set is wrinkle-free and smells like lavender.

I take it out, go to the bathroom, and lock the door. I do all my nightly tasks first, like brushing my teeth and washing my face, then I undress and gently put the top on first, clasping it from behind like Ace showed me, then slide the panties on. I have to arrange my dick behind the satin fabric, but when it's all done, it feels good. I check myself out in the mirror, and I look… sexy.

I throw back on my sweats and shirt, hiding the surprise, and walk to my bedroom door that's still shut. I knock once.

“Ready for me?”

“Come in, Stargazer.”

He hasn't called me that in forever.

I open the door and find that my ceiling is filled with stars. There's a galaxy on my ceiling. “What the…” I shut the door behind me. Alex is on the bed, watching my face with a grin.

“Like it?”

A bunch of shooting stars fly across my ceiling. “Where is this coming from?”

He points to the floor, where there's a tiny black projector. “There's a few other settings, but this one was my favorite.”

I continue to watch the stars above me, in awe of it all. “This is amazing, Alex.” I rush over to him and jump on the bed, kissing his face over and over. He huffs out a laugh, hugging me close.

“I'm ready for my surprise.”

I pause mid-kiss, a little unsure about it all now. Could my surprise even measure up to this? I mean, mine is just clothing.

Ugh, crap.

“It's not a competition, Noel,” he says as if he's reading my mind.

“How can you say that? You make everything a competition.”

“Not when it comes to this. I haven't ever been gifted with surprises, so this means a lot to me. It doesn't even matter what it is; I'm already grateful to you for even trying.”

I swallow, my chest clenching up in pain for him. Alex has had such a horrible life. I want to give him the world.

I take his hand in mine, straddle his hips, and place his palm over my chest.

Slowly, I take his hand down a trail of my chest and stomach until it reaches the bottom of my shirt. I pull his hand under the fabric, his fingertips brush at the material of the bra, and he gasps quietly.

“What—?”

His thumb traces around my nipple that's covered with a triangle of satin.

“I saw your drawing,” I whisper. “I loved it.”

Realization dawns on him and his eyes widen, quickly glancing down at my shirt as his cheeks turn red.

I grip the bottom of my sweatshirt with both hands and take it off for him.

His breathing changes. The hand on my chest starts to tremble.

I lean down to his ear, speaking softly. “The panties match, too.”

He groans, tightening his hold on my waist. “ Shit .”

“Yeah, I thought you'd like that,” I chuckle.

“I can't believe you're wearing this.” His hands roam over the top and under the fabric. He makes a circle with a thumb and pinches my nipple, making me fall forward with a breathless moan.

“Oh my God, Alex.”

“Don't moan like that; I'm already at my limit.” He thrusts his hips up, and I feel his hardness.

“But you haven't seen the panties yet,” I tell him, climbing up his body and pulling my sweatpants down to expose my bare ass that's in a thong.

Alex has to close his eyes to fight back a full-body shiver, as his breath hitches. I laugh softly as I work the pants down and off my legs while staying on top of him.

His eyes open, dilated and fully black. He pushes me off him, pulling me under his body in a lightning-fast move.

I stare up at him as he sits back on his knees to look at my body.

His gaze is drawn downward, and a hand slides over my crotch, thumbing a circle around the tip of my hard dick. “You are breathtaking,” he mumbles like he's talking to himself.

But it's my breath that's stolen by his words.

My eyes fill up with tears. I bite my lip to hold back any noises I might make.

“What do you want to do?”

“I want you.”

“Yeah, you say that every time I kiss you.”

I place my hands on his face, demanding his attention. I speak low, serious. “I want you to fuck me this time.”

There's a moment of silence. “Are you sure?”

I almost roll my eyes. “Yes. I have everything we need right here.” I reach a hand across the sheets, straining to touch the little box under the bed where I've stashed condoms and lube.

I toss it to him.

Alex doesn't do anything with the box; he just leans back down to kiss me like we have all the time in the world. Lazy, slow kisses where he doesn't rush into anything other than our mouths staying connected.

Eventually it does shift into something deeper.

His hips press against mine, eliciting a sharp gasp from me.

He moves a hand down to my dick, but he doesn't stop there. He slowly explores under my balls. I tense up when I feel him push aside the thong and slide his finger over my hole.He moves to my side, sliding down past my chest and my leaking tip to situate himself at head level with my bare ass.

He shifts my legs over his shoulders and pushes them up, so I'm showing off my asshole for him with my knees up to my chest. His tongue licks a stripe from the bottom of my hole to under my balls, moaning in the process. I gasp at the warmth.

My face heats up, embarrassed to have him do this to me. It's so nasty, but I can't help but like it. I don't want to push him away.

My head drops back with a pitiful whine as he continues to swipe up and around, again and again, until his tongue really gets to work.

“ Baby,” I whine, dragging out the pet name in pleasure. “Fuck, yes, that feels so good.” My fingers find his unruly hair and tug.

His saliva drips past my crack, soaking the bed, while he lazily circles my rim, softening me up for the main event.

I grip the sheets beside me, watching him eat me out like it's nothing.

His hand reaches into the box, grabbing the small bottle and squirting some lube into his palm. I don't feel any hesitation at what he might do next, only excitement.

A wet finger circles my hole, and I clench up. He pauses his movements to let me adjust to having them there.

“It's going to feel weird the first time. Try to relax, and I'll make it good for you. I promise.”

“I know you will.” I grab at his face and pull him up over me so I can kiss him.

“I should brush my teeth so we can—”

“I don't care,” I tell him before crushing our mouths back together. I wrap my legs around his waist. He has one hand wrapped around my cock and the other about to breach inside me, petting me lazily as I become accustomed to the feeling.

I prepared for this; I read everything there is to know about the art of anal, and yet I wasn't ready for the overwhelming emotions that would hit me. How I'd feel when I had him over me, slowly jerking my dick off with a tight, wet fist, kissing me like my lips were his source of life, his cheeks flushed and pupils blown because he's giving me pleasure. The room is dark with stars on my ceiling, and he's with me on my bed as we finally take the step I've waited for.

Everything about this feels so right.

I want it all.

I want to come while he rides my ass so hard

he collapses over me, shaking from the orgasm that only I can give him. I gasp, my eyes shutting tight, when Alex finally slides a wet finger inside. My dick jerks, pulsing a drop of cum from the tip that glistens in the overhead projector light. I moan, my breath coming out in little gasps. My ass squeezes him, and I find myself shoving more of it inside me as I slide further down the mattress. I bite his bottom lip, and he grunts.

The hand on my dick stops pumping and is placed on my throat, giving me a warning squeeze. “Don't rush this.”

“I'm not.” Alex crooks a finger inside me, and I flinch a little.

“You are. You want more than you can handle, chill out.”

“I want all of you,” I moan again, not ashamed to say what I mean. “I don't care if you hurt me, Alex.”

He stops moving, shaking his head. “I knew you'd be like this. Who would have thought sweet, quiet Noel would be a whiny whore in bed?”

“Only for you,” I whimper, eyes rolling back as Alex slides another finger past my rim. It's too tight, though. He doesn't force it, but he moves them slowly and meticulously to stretch me.

I place a hand over his while he fists my dick, moving with him as his thumb rubs circles over my crown, spreading my wet, sticky precum. Experimenting with what feels good for me.

“Oh fuck, Alex,” I groan.

“You gotta stop talking like that,” he pants.

I pull my legs back even more, exposing myself unashamed and fully spread. I try so hard to keep quiet, but Alex's fingers hit a spot deep inside that causes my eyes to roll and my breathing to stutter. I reach a hand between my legs to grasp his wrist, pulling at him to get closer inside me.

“ Yes , add more fingers.”

He shoves his fingers in and scissors inside my ass roughly, and I cry out, his lips covering mine as he kisses me hard to shut me up. My tongue dives into his mouth, licking and sucking while he fucks my ass using only two damn fingers.

“Please fuck me,” I whimper, kissing his cheek and jaw. He stills above me.

“Have some patience, would you? You're not ready.”

“I am.”

Alex pulls back and glares. An expression I know very intimately. “Your ass can barely handle two fingers. How the fuck do you think you can handle my dick?”

Swallowing back a wave of desire, I shake my head. “Wow, Ace was right, you're so mean.”

“Ugh, don't talk about Ace while I'm two fingers deep inside you.”

“Aleeeeex,” I drag out his name with a frustrated noise. “I want you. I'm tougher than I look.”

“Well, that's not saying much; you don't look tough at all,” he says with a loaded sigh, fingers still deep inside my clenching insides. Gently, he slides them out and wipes the excess lube on a hand towel beside the bed.

“You're not funny.”

“Fine,” he says, ignoring what I just said, and I perk up.

“Yeah?”

He places a hand on my chest and pushes me back down. “Stay.” He stands, scowling at me while his arms lift the hem of the shirt over his head. His muscular stomach has never caught my interest before in a way that wasn't simple admiration at his obvious toned body.

But now?

It's the absolute hottest thing I've ever seen. His lower abs are flat and firm. The cut of his hips jut out the slightest amount, showing off sharp, prominent bones. Evidence of his muscles. He's tight all around, with a splatter of freckles on his chest and arms like my own universe of constellations. My lips want to kiss each one.

Dips and bumps showcasing his strength. I notice that our stomachs and overall physique are similar—the same size and shape. Even our dicks are close in color and size… Which makes my cheeks heat the more I think of it.

Alex unbuttons his pants and unzips, slowly pushing pants and underwear down his thick thighs and toned legs. When his cock springs free, my heart stutters. It glistens at the swollen crown with precum, and I can feel my mouth water for a taste. I want to swallow him whole, choking on that thick, pulsing length down to the blond nest of shaved hair.

“You're really sexy.”

He kicks his clothes away, staring icy shards of glass my way because he hates it when I make him feel good with praise. Well, he actually doesn't hate it. He hates that it makes him feel good.

Alex climbs over my body, straddling my stomach while hovering his face above mine, our lips barely touching.

“So chatty.”

He kisses me roughly, hands shoving into my hair, gripping the strands as it pulls at my scalp with a dull ache. I groan and buck my hips up, but he stays right where he is, licking into my mouth like he's teaching me a harsh lesson on teasing.

Fuck, it's absolutely savage.

Teeth, mouth, tongue—it's all flooding my head into mushy, discombobulated thoughts. It's a jumbled mess in my head, but my focus is completely on how my body is burning up. It's a searing heat that has me panting, pulsing, and aching for a release.

My erection leaks on my belly without any pressure to help relieve it and put me out of my pleasurable misery. I groan around his lips and he moves down my throat, placing open mouthed kisses on every inch of my vulnerable, exposed skin.

Alex takes pity on me finally and moves down my body so my legs can go back around his hips, ass on display again. I feel his arm reach for something beside my head, but I don't pay any mind to it.

We're both hard and his cock is right there. He just has to push forward, and he'll be inside me.

Alex fists my pulsing length casually. No pressure in his grip whatsoever. Like he wants me to speak up, direct him in what I want.

“Grip it harder,” I catch myself saying.

His head tilts slowly to the left without any

change in his expression as he watches my face. Applying more pressure, he starts to beat me off with lazy strokes. I choke back a groan while my hips stutter up and down.

“Inside me—” I gasp and grip the sheets with shaky hands. “—Get inside me, Alex. Now.”

The tip of his flushed cock makes brief contact with my hole, and I clench at the sudden contact. The sound of foil ripping gets my attention, and I watch as Alex spits out a piece of gold wrapper and pulls out a rubber. Sheathing himself using both hands, I almost faint with the realization that in just a second he's going to fuck me. He squirts lube directly on his hand, placing most of it on the tip of his erection and sliding it down so it spreads evenly, slicking up his length.

His knees are at my ass as he lifts me, moving my hips over his thighs and spreading my legs back exposing my very open and still lube slick bottom to his viewing pleasure. His fingers swipe at my hole, giving me more lubricant before we try again.

I close my eyes and breathe, taking in everything.

“Try not to tense up,” he exhales and rests his hot tip at my entrance. How is it so warm? And everything is slippery and Oh—

The first sharp pinch of discomfort is sudden as his cockhead slips past my tight rim, and I wince. Alex pauses. We both release heavy breaths as we adjust to the overwhelming desire to finally fuck. I nod for him to continue, and Alex braces himself, bending my legs so they're high above my shoulders as I fold myself. He rocks into me, hips pushing forward as he enters me another inch and grits his teeth.

My eyes roll back, and I gasp, shivering below him.

“Noel.”

“Don't stop!” I demand.

“You're hurting; we should go slower.”

I grasp his hips to keep him inside me. “Please.”

“You impatient little fuck , we have to stop,” Alex says raggedly, his head dropping to my shoulder. He sounds winded.

“Please,” I whine pathetically. His dick jerks inside my ass, and I blink, an idea forming instantly. I smile but bite my lip to hide it. I know it probably looks wicked and evil.

He wants this, but he also doesn't want to hurt me. I want him more than anything right now and the only way to do that is to distract him. He seems to react positively when I'm honest about what I want… When I'm descriptive and lose my inhibitions around him, which makes him wild. I can use it to my advantage and make him so horny for it that he can't say no to me.

I just need to talk dirty to him like he does to me, but with a sprinkle of his weakness: praise .

“You want me, don't you?” I ask, peeking up through my lashes, and he stills. I know it's not fair to play with him like this, but I know this will get him to keep him where I want him. “You want to be a good boy for me, right?” He flinches. “Then I need you deep in my ass, Alex. So you can feel me come on your cock.”

My entire face flames hot with embarrassment, but fuck it. My boyfriend likes when I tell him what I want—to praise him in ways that make him feel good, using words that get him flushed and hard. I prefer to be direct; no beating around the bush.

I lick his ear and watch him closely as he trembles, breathing erratic and crazed. He tries to mask it by wearing a bored look, but his reactions can't be helped. The red flush forming across his usually pale face is like a spike of dopamine for me. The way his eyes seek out mine in a glazed over haze.

“Baby , go deeper; I can take it,” I whisper right at his ear, pulling at his earring with my teeth. I tongue at his industrial piercing bar and nip at the lobe. He growls, shoving me down with his hand at my throat, choking just at the sides with his fingers and thumb. His pupils are blown wide as he watches me shudder, and I lick my lips invitingly.

“Stop provoking me, Noel.”

“Stop being so easy to provoke, Alexander, ” I bite back and pull his face down to mine for a slow kiss, where I swipe at his lips using the tip of my tongue. A low groan escapes when he opens his mouth to let me inside. I haven't ever said his full name before. I don't even know why I say it.

Sighing around his exploring tongue, he pushes the rest of his length deep inside with a torturously slow move of hips that has my toes curling.

Biting his bottom lip gently, he lets off some of the pressure on my throat, and my hips move with his, finding a rhythm with our bodies. It's torturously slow, but I know I need it like this so I don't hurt myself.

I lick my tongue up his neck and bite down. With my teeth grabbing on pulsing veins and tendons, Alex chokes, shivering above me.

The sound goes straight to my balls, asshole contracting around his cock. At that, he picks up pace, and it's so good my eyes cross.

“ Shit, oh fuuuuck,” I whine. The sound of his hips meeting my ass with a slap and the feel of him so thick inside me is everything I've been waiting for. It's raw and vulnerable.

He pants, biceps clenching beside my head. I can smell his sweat, a musky, heady scent that has me moaning, inhaling deeper into the crook of his arm, and biting at the thick musculature.

I slide a hand down to my sticky cock and jack myself off, helping him along as well by thrusting down on his dick, moving my body to fuck myself on him. It's rough and unhinged, but I can feel his muscles tense and hear the shaky breaths and deep groans as he closes his eyes at having me take over from under him. “ Yes, fuck, yes, yes, I'm coming, Alex, don't stop!”

My pleasure builds up slowly and strongly, then it strikes me all over—tingles and sharp pleasure-filled pain. I barely have to stroke at the head, and I'm spilling over my hand, coming hard on his cock with a whimper.

“ Fuck ,” he spits the word angrily. “God, of course you sound like that when you come getting fucked. Like a dirty, fucked out slut,” he breathes out raggedly like a soft-spoken secret exposed.

He drops his head back, groaning before shifting so he's on his knees, maneuvering my body with ease.

He pulls out and flips me on my belly in a smooth motion. He grabs at my hips and pulls me up, sliding me back over his cock with a slow slide and push, moving me over his length, fucking into me harder than he's done before, and I shout out curse words, sweaty and shivering as each thrust pushes me up the mattress by inches. I have to move my arms over my head so I don't get shoved into the headboard, even though it's padded.

There is no hesitation in the way his hips roll forward. He's arrogant and has every right to be. He grips my cheeks with both hands and moves me on his length the way he wants.

I flinch from sensitivity, my insides tender and swollen from repeatedly getting hammered and now taking it slow again.

I shake and sob, falling apart below him as I arch into his movements freely. After coming just a few moments ago, I become pliant, letting him split me open and simply take it. I feel his ab muscles flex, the hard bumps glistening with a sheen of sweat. I turn my head slightly to look up at him while being shoved into the sheets and relish in his flushed cheeks and too serious expression. He looks mean and angry, and that makes me chuckle, the movement making my belly tighten, and I gasp at what it does to my asshole. Tilting his head, Alex levels those serious eyes on me.

“You look like you're fighting someone,” I tell him with a huff of laughter, since that's all I can manage with him inside me.

“Fighting?” He smiles, letting loose a deep chuckle.

Alex falls forward, body over my back, and croons into my ear, a snarky, biting question where I can feel his lips curl in a cruel smile.

“You like it when I fight, doe eyes?”

I choke on my spit as I shiver under him, his words making my stomach clench aggressively.

He pants above me, sweating over every inch of skin I can feel. “I'll fight every asshole in the school if it means I can fuck yours,” he tells me in a rough, desperate voice that curls my toes.

“Okay, shit, that was really hot.”

“You like that? I've got more.”

I huff a laugh under my breath at our back and forth and smile at him with affection. “You remind me so much of Shinso,” I pant, mentioning the character we both love as he thrusts into me. I can't help it. It's almost like he's directly quoting him. Shinso and Narushiki fight like this.

He chuckles darkly. “You're thinking of an anime character while my dick is in your ass?”

“No...I mean...kind of... Just now I was.”

“I know what you want to hear.”

His hand pushes my head down into the bedding and keeps it there, engulfing my skull while taking on a cocky, edgy demeanor. “ My sword will thrust into your very soul,” he quotes, voice taking on a breathy tease. “Deathblow will be the last thing you see, hear, and feel.” He nips at my ear. “Take my blade and bleed,” he whispers dangerously in a perfect rendition of Shinso's final scene where he defeats the villain. The fact that he knows it word for word gives me goosebumps and makes my dick twitch in interest again. It leaks a sticky, constant presence of pre-cum while he slides in and keeps a steady rhythm with his hips.

“Okay, I'm going to come again,” I groan, turning my head into the pillow to muffle my reaction. His little performance of the monologue really does it for me, and he breathes out an amused noise sounding suspiciously like a laugh.

“Don't you dare come to that, Noel.” My eyes widen as he grips my jaw, still behind me but angling my face to watch him. “But now I know what makes your cunt tighten up,” he tells me teasingly, eyes hooded and black. “Should have guessed as much. You're a fucking anime whore.” He laughs under his breath.

“Don't embarrass me ,” I beg, reaching under myself to squeeze my balls. There's an evil smirk on his lips as he angles his hips slightly higher. His dick slides in at a different angle. The position makes me shout. I jolt at the sensation, not quite in pain but something else entirely.

His fingers dig into my side, painful, rough, and divinely perfect. His hand snakes under my belly and grabs me, stroking my shaft with quick pulls. Gathering cum at my already wet tip, he spreads it down and back up again.

I become a trembling, whining, leaking mess, eyes wet and lips parted, drooling at the edge of my mouth from all the stimulation. “That's good, really good.” I tremble, head already in space, as sparkling blackness takes over my vision. My orgasm builds more and more, and I know it's going to be intense. It already feels like too much.

I tense up all over. The slow built-up pressure is snapped. I come again , clenching around his pulsing length, my fluttering hole trying to push him out with the pressure of each pulse. Alex pushes me deeper into the bed, using his strength to keep me still all while maintaining his slow, piercing pace.

I feel the mess my dick makes, spilling in his fist and splattering up my stomach with warmth. My rim feels stretched open wide while it shoves past sensitive nerves up to my slightly distended belly.

He sighs, his whole body tightening before his hips stutter, finally orgasming with a low gasp. The hand at my sticky cock stills, loosening its hold.

He grips my jaw again, turning my head sideways as he takes my mouth with ease, kissing me hungrily. It's sloppy, wet, and brutal the way his tongue plays with mine as he finishes coming inside me. My cum is all over his hand and fingers that he used to grab me, making my cheeks sticky.

The squelching, wet noises are loud enough to be completely embarrassing, but Alex isn't fazed by it, and neither am I.

He fucked all the sense out of me.

Our spit-slick mouths still pressed together, he starts to tease me, biting and nipping at my sore lips before soothing them with gentle kisses. His tongue swipes at me, lazily licking up my mess from my jaw and cheeks. His body envelops mine, falling forward, his elbows resting beside my head as deep, panting breaths blow across my cheek. He begins to place multiple soft, tender kisses on my jaw. I tug at his hair while I get my breathing back to normal.

“Noel,” he whispers against my mouth, and the way he says it… it's beautiful. So soft, precious, and loving.

My eyes leak tears; my emotions suddenly collide within me. I cry silently while we finish the last few moments of our high. His kisses trail down my jaw, and heavy breaths warm against my neck. I pull away, letting him slide out of me, and I turn around, pulling him to me and cradling his head to my chest in an affectionate gesture.

“I love you,” I can't help but tell him again.

He nuzzles me like a playful little kitten before placing a soft-hearted kiss on my collarbone.

Bright blue eyes look up at me with a soft, relaxed expression. “I love you, Noel,” he whispers, as he squeezes me in a tight embrace. Neither of us worry about cleaning up just yet.

We stay locked together, watching the meteor shower above us.