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You can tell that Noah has simply been itching for your tattoo to heal. Sometimes, you catch him staring at your tattoo, lost in his thoughts. He always blushes so sweetly and gets flustered when you ask him what he’s thinking about. Sometimes, you catch his fingers hovering just above the skin of your back, and you can tell that he’s itching to reach out and touch it. 

Noah never fails to mention just how pretty your tattoo looks, and how perfectly the ink accentuates your body. He seems to have developed a little bit of a fixation with it.

Life has been fairly hectic recently. Your tattoo has long healed—yet Noah hasn’t had the time to do much more than simply wistfully trace his finger along it while you shower before bed. Still though, despite how busy the two of you are—you can sense the desperation that’s bubbling beneath Noah’s skin. 

When you get home after a long workday, you’re exhausted—and you’re feeling a little bit needy, too. 

Once you walk through your front door, you immediately spot your sweet puppy sitting on the couch, watching something on the TV. He barely manages to squeak out a quiet ‘hi’ before you’re crawling atop his lap, straddling him. You cup his face between your hands, gently rubbing your thumb along his jaw.

“Hi, sweet puppy.”

He looks so happy now that you’re here. He’s got that wide, adorable smile on his face. If he had a tail, it would be wagging, enthusiastically thumping against the couch. Your sweet boy is always so genuinely delighted when you come home.

“How was your day?” You ask.

“It was good. I hung out with Jolly, then we got lunch together afterwards.”

Your hand slowly begins to slide up Noah’s leg, lightly squeezing his thigh. He lets out a shaky little inhale, but other than that, he pays no mind to your touch. 

“How was your day?” He asks.

“I’m so tired. Work was exhausting. I wish I could just shut my brain off.”

“We can watch a movie or something together, if you’d like. Or we can go to bed and take a nap. I could run you a hot bath? It might help, especially if you’re feeling a little bit tense. I’ve already made dinner, so you don’t have to worry about cooking tonight. I could also—”

Noah goes silent as he watches you pull your necklace out from beneath your shirt. His eyes follow your movements, as a beam of light reflects off of the key that hangs from the chain. You dangle the chain in front of him, tantalisingly swinging it. Noah’s breath catches as he watches you unclasp the necklace, and remove the key from the chain. 

He’s silent, unmoving. He swallows, waiting for your next movements. 

You reach down, cupping his bulge through his sweats. You feel for the firm plastic that you know is there. Noah lets out a soft whine. It feels so objectifying. 

“Has my sweet puppy been behaving himself?”

Noah nods. He’s at a loss for words.

“I’m just so exhausted after the week I’ve had. I think I just need a good, thourough fucking. I need to get thoroughly railed ‘till I can’t think. Do you think you could do that for me, pup?”

Your sweet puppy looks like his brain has just short-circuited.

“Puppy?”

Noah swallows. “I—I—yeah I can do that. I can do that for you.”

You stand up, clicking your tongue. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs then.” 

Once you’re in the bedroom, you waste no time before getting undressed. Noah does the same. His movements are hurried and almost clumsy. It’s adorable just how desperate he is. 

You sit down on the bed, your back propped against the headboard. You motion for Noah to join you. He does so eagerly, straddling your lap.

He’s such a vision like this, sitting on your lap, naked, his cock locked in his tiny cage. It looks so adorably small compared to the rest of him. When you meet his eyes, you can tell that he’s very nearly completely gone into that subby headspace of his. You can tell that there’s not a single coherent thought behind those big brown eyes of his. 

“Your pretty little cock is so adorable,” you say, as you trace your finger along his locked cock. You tap your nail against the plastic, just to provoke him a little bit and get him more riled up. 

Noah’s breath catches in his chest as you retrieve the key. You take your time as you unlock him, prolonging the process and making it as slow as possible. Noah always makes the sweetest noises when you get him all teased and desperate.

You cup his balls with one hand, while you slide the cage off of his cock. You then carefully take away the ring that sits behind his balls. Noah makes a pitiful little noise as you accidentally jostle his cock. Your sweet boy hasn’t felt any stimulation there in a while, and every slight touch feels so overwhelming. 

You watch as his cock begins to harden. It’s so adorable to see just how worked up he is.

“Aww, you’re hard already? It’s cute just how desperate you are.”

Noah whines in response. The tips of his ears are tinged pink in embarssment—yet he can’t hide just how turned on he is. 

You retrieve the bottle of lube and drizzle the lube directly onto Noah’s cock. He flinches, whimpering about how cold it is.

“Oh you poor thing. I’m sure my pussy will make your cock feel all nice and warm, hmm?”

He whines so sweetly in response.

You spread the lube along his cock. He gasps at your touch, bucking into your hand. It’s not purposely disobedient—the poor thing genuinely can’t help it. It’s been so long since you’ve last touched him—every small touch feels like too much.

You get down onto all fours, positioning yourself. You tuck a pillow beneath your hips. You already know that it won’t be long before you lose the strength to hold yourself up. Something tells you that your sweet puppy will be particularly worked up tonight. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, as his finger traces the outline of your back tattoo. 

His touch makes you shiver—it feels like a promise of what’s yet to come. 

You reach your hand behind you, wrapping it around Noah’s cock. Your sweet puppy knows that he’s not allowed to touch his cock, regardless of the circumstances—and that includes moments like these. He’s forced to wait until you guide his cock into your pussy. It’s a little rule that you’ve established between the two of you. You’re well aware of the fact that Noah loves how objectified it makes him feel—almost as if he’s just a toy that’s being used solely for your pleasure. 

You take your time, squeezing him teasingly, before guiding his cock inside you. You let out a soft moan as he presses inside. It always feels so good. You feel so thoroughly filled. Despite all of your teasing remarks about how small his cock is when it’s locked up, your sweet puppy does have quite a thick cock. He always fills you so deliciously, stretching you so nicely.

Usually, you prepare yourself a little bit before taking his cock—but not today. Today, you want to feel the stretch. 

Noah pauses once he’s fully inside you, his hips flush with yours. You let out a soft noise at the stretch. It almost feels like too much—but it also feels so good. 

“There we go,” he coos, pressing a soft kiss against your back. 

He gives you some time to adjust, which you’re very grateful for. He can’t help but trace his finger along the outline of your back tattoo while he waits. You shiver at the touch. 

“You can move now.”

Noah slowly pulls out until just the tip remains inside. He leans down, bracketing your body with his. You can feel his warm chest against your back, and you can feel how his heart races. Your puppy is just as worked up as you are. He presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, before stilling. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he whispers. “Gonna ruin that sweet pussy of yours until you can’t even think. Fill you and breed you ‘till you’re whining in pleasure.”

You can’t help the soft whimper that escapes you at his words. This is exactly what you need. 

You know that the roles have reversed a little bit, but you can’t find it yourself to care. It feels nice to be taken care of like this, to be whispered sweet threats of being ruined ‘till you can’t even think. 

Noah slams his cock back into your pussy, pulling a startled gasp from you.

He’s merciless as he begins to fuck you, his front pressed against your back as he slams his hips against you. 

You’ve asked him to service you, and he’s going to damn make sure that he does his job and makes you feel good. His desperation to be good for you fuels his thrusts. He pushes himself to fuck into you as brutally as possible. He’s been given the priviledge of fucking you—and he’ll make sure that you won’t regret it. 

It’s not long before you’re struggling to hold yourself up. Your arms buckle beneath you, and your chest falls onto the mattress. It all just feels so good. Noah doesn’t falter. His hands grab onto your hips, and he pulls you back to meet his thrusts. The new angle makes it feel like he’s fucking you even deeper than before. 

He’s merciless as he fucks into you, not holding back. His cock ruthlessly brushes against that one spot inside of you, making you feel so good. You can feel your body melting into the mattress, overwhelmed by the constant pleasure that you’re feeling. 

You’re letting out a litany of soft noises that you can’t even will yourself to hold back. It all just feels so good. You can’t help how the noises effortlessly spill from your lips. You can feel your mind going blank, as you allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure. 

It’s not long before you’re tightening around Noah, as your orgasm washes over you. You’re left gasping, while Noah keeps fucking you through it.

“There we go. Doing so well for me,” he coos.

The overstimulation should be too much, but instead, it feels so delicious. Noah keeps fucking you through it, and his pace doesn’t even falter. He thrusts into you with a renewed vigour, determined to bring you to orgasm once more.

He won’t show you any mercy until he pulls another orgasm out of you. 

“Need—need more,” you whisper.

Noah slows for a moment. “What do you need?”

“Need you to go harder. Faster,” you plead. 

Noah presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, before picking up his pace. 

The gears are already turning in his head as he begins to scheme. This is the first time that he’s been allowed to fuck you since you got your back tattoo done. He needs to time this so carefully. He’s not allowed to touch himself—so he has to pull out at the exact moment that he cums, and try not to ruin his orgasm. 

He thrusts into you with a renewed vigour. Soon, you’re clenching around him, as Noah works you through your second orgasm. 

You gasp as Noah suddenly pulls out. You feel a warmth against your back, as his cum splatters against your skin. 

“Noah!”

You turn your head to look at him. His head is tilted downwards, his hair falling onto his face—but his eyes are firmly fixated on the cum that drips down your tattooed back. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to regain his breathing. 

He’s got a sheepish little smile on his face, an adorable little smirk as his eyes meet yours.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he grins.

“Naughty pup,” you mumble, shaking your head in exasperation.

You collapse back against the bed, exhausted. 

As bratty as Noah is, he knows how to apologise. He’s gone for a moment, before he returns with a damp washcloth. The bed creaks beneath his weight as he sits down beside you. He cleans off the remains of his cum from your back. He presses soft kisses to your shoulder, murmuring a quiet apology—though you know damn well that he doesn’t regret a single thing. 

“You’re such a little shit,” you say, still a little bit breathless. ”You’re lucky I didn’t make you lick up your mess. You finally got it out of your system?”

Noah gives you a cheeky little smile. He looks thoroughly exhausted. “Mhm.”

He gets up once more, disposing of the washcloth. When he comes back, he kneels on the floor beside your bed, his face just inches away from yours. It seems that he’s taking great pleasure in seeing just how thoroughly ruined you look. He tilts your head up, bringing you in for a soft kiss. 

“C’mon. Let’s get you all nice and clean. My apology.”

Noah sticks to his word, taking such sweet care of you as he steps into the shower with you. He spoils you with affection, thoroughly washing your hair and body. He begins with massaging your arms, and then moves onto working the knots out of your back. You resist the urge to roll your eyes when you feel him tracing the outline of your back tattoo with his finger. All is forgiven though, once he moves onto washing your hair. The pads of his fingers scratch against your scalp—and oh, it feels so good. He dries you off afterwards, helping you get dressed—and he takes care of your hair, too.

As Noah busies himself with going through his own hair routine, you take that time to clean his cock cage. You also clean and disinfect a slightly smaller cage. It’s almost the exact same—a light blue, plastic cage—just slightly smaller. Noah hasn’t worn this one before—but you’re going to ask him if he’d like to.

When Noah joins you in the bedroom, you hold both cages out for him.

“I was thinking that we could try out a smaller size. It’s completely up to you. There’s absolutely no pressure.”

Noah’s finger traces over the smaller cage. His breath hitches.

“Have you—have you had this one for a while?”

“I bought it a few weeks ago. I thought that you might be interested in it.”

Noah swallows, then nods. “I think—I think I’d like to wear the smaller one.”

“You sure, sweetheart?”

He nods.

”Pull your shorts down for me?”

Noah does as you ask. He’s still soft, but his cock is beginning to slightly harden again. You’re so careful as you touch him, trying not to jostle him too much. You slip the little plastic ring over his shaft, and gently position it until it rests behind his balls.

“Does that feel okay, pup?”

“Yeah.” He sounds almost a little bit breathless. It’s clear that he’s not entirely unaffected by the idea.

You then attach the other part of the cage, sliding it over his cock. You hold the cage in place. 

“Does that feel comfortable? Can I lock it?”

The feeling of the cage is both familiar, and strange. Noah can tell that the cage is noticeably small and tighter—and it makes him feel so dizzy.

“Y—yes. Please.”

You don’t comment on how sweet and small his tone of voice is. 

You attach the lock to the cage, clicking it shut. Noah shivers once you let go of his caged cock.

“There we go. Good boy,” you coo. “Your little cock looks so pretty.”

Noah blushes so sweetly. It feels a little bit humiliating—and yet he loves everything about it. He can’t help but lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips.

You giggle. “I swear to god, I’m never unlocking you ever again.”

Noah only gives you a sly little smile in response. That’s hardly a punishment, in his eyes.

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Jolly spent more time then he cared to admit mulling over what he wanted to get Folio for his birthday. He loved getting gifts for all of his boys, but there was something about getting gifts for Folio, for his pup, that felt different to him. Nicholas accused him of spoiling Folio, and Jolly found he couldn't exactly deny it. Ever since he'd gotten Folio his everyday collar, Jolly had been toying with the idea of getting him ones for play. It had been Folio’s idea to wear it at all times, though they’d agreed that onstage was the only time Folio could take it off. Jolly had made a joke about not wanting Folio to hit himself in the face with the lock while he was playing and Folio had taken him seriously.

It gave Jolly so much pleasure to see the simple chain around Folio’s neck, the lock sitting at the base of his throat. He loved the way Folio still fidgeted with it when he was anxious, still loved hooking his finger under it and watching the way Folio’s brain immediately slipped into subspace the moment Jolly gave it a firm tug.

He'd debated a leather collar, but had settled on something closer to what Folio already had. In Jolly's mind, the best way to ease Folio into wearing his collar during other activities was to give him something close to what he was already used to. He'd found the perfect collar, ordered it and waited ( mostly ) patiently for it to arrive. It had come in just in time for Jolly to wrap it and set it aside. It had been a chore trying to hide the simple box from Folio. Sometimes the drummer was irritatingly observant.

When they had a moment of quiet, after Nicholas and Noah had given Folio their gifts, Jolly reached for his present. Folio’s eyebrow arched and Jolly couldn’t help the smirk that spread across his face.

“You waited until everyone left to give this to me,” Folio said, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

“I did.”

“I’m assuming there’s a reason for that.”

“There is.”

There was a moment of silence before it became obvious to Folio that Jolly wasn’t going to elaborate until he opened his present. He rolled his eyes, chuckling softly as he pulled off the wrapping paper. He paused for a moment, taking in the simple black box before he opened it.

Inside the box was a simple leather collar with a slip chain in the front. There was an o-ring on it, perfect for the leash that lay in the box next to it. Folio's breath caught in his throat, his fingers running along the leather before hooking under the slip chain. "Now I see why you wanted to wait to give it to me."

Jolly smiled, hand lifting to run his fingers through his hair. "Mmm. I don't have the patience to deal with Nicholas's teasing." His tone was light, an attempt to keep Folio at ease.

Folio paused, gaze shifting from the collar to the occupied space next to it. His eyes widened, gaze snapping to Jolly. "Is…is that a leash?"

Jolly’s grin turned almost wicked and he noted the answering shiver that ran along Folio’s spine. “It is. I had a plan for tonight pup. Your birthday is a special day. But only if you’re comfortable with it.”

He waited while Folio shifted on the couch, chewing his lower lip in thought. Folio nodded, his fingers still tracing the collar in the box.

“What’s the plan?”

Jolly leaned forward, his fingers lightly touching the collar. "This is called a slip chain. The leash is attached to the o-ring on the chain."

"That makes sense."

"It's a sort of choke collar. For breath play. I wanted to get you a present, but I also wanted to offer you an experience."

Jolly watched as Folio's breath hitched, head tilting to the side, all curious puppy. He waited patiently while Folio turned the idea over in his head, not one to rush into a moment like this.

"Breath play. That's like…choking me a little while we're having sex?"

A soft chuckle left Jolly and he nodded. "Yes. It is. This is one of the safer ways to do it." He paused, a hand lifting to brush Folio's hair out of his face. "But I won't do it if you're not comfortable with it, and it doesn't have to be right now."

"Can it be now?"

A wicked grin spread across Jolly's lips and he nodded, his hand moving to tilt Folio's chin to make him meet Jolly's gaze. "It can be, pup. Are you sure you want it to be now?"

Folio nodded as best as he could given how Jolly was holding his chin. "Yeah. I'm sure. I told you, I'm willing to try anything at least once to see if I like it."

Jolly nodded, picking up the collar. He held it, looking at it for a moment before gesturing for Folio to come closer. He took out the key to Folio's lock, taking his day collar off and replacing it with the slip collar. He hooked his finger in the o-ring, giving it a tug to make sure the chain worked. Folio's breath hitched and a small smirk twitched Jolly's features. "Good? Not too tight when I'm not pulling on it?"

Folio nodded, tongue darting across his lips. "Yes, Sir. It's perfect."

"Good boy."

Folio's hips wiggled, as if he were wagging a tail he didn't have. It wasn't the first time Jolly found himself wondering what Folio would do if he had a proper tail and it sure as hell wouldn't be the last. He shook his head, rattling the thoughts loose before standing up. "Go get undressed pup. I want you on your back by the time I get ready."

Folio scrambled to his feet, managing to only trip once and Jolly shook his head with a soft, fond laugh. He ran his fingers through his hair, grabbing the leash before heading to get a bottle of water from the fridge. He took his time, humming absently as he headed towards the bedroom.

Jolly was always grateful for how obedient Folio was. For someone who had such minimal exposure to kink, he took to each new experience with excitement and enthusiasm. It filled Jolly with a warmth he didn't quite have the words for.

As he entered the bedroom, he took a moment to admire the sight in front of him. Folio was naked on the bed, propped up on his elbows. His clothes were piled up on the floor next to the bed and a soft laugh left Jolly at the sight.

"I'm gonna have to get you to fold your clothes before we play next time."

Folio sat up a little straighter, eyes widening slightly. "What like,…tasks to do before we have sex?"

"Exactly, but we can talk about that another time."

Folio opened his mouth to speak but immediately shut it as Jolly crossed the room to the bed. He shifted his weight just slightly, gazing up at Jolly as he leaned over the bed.

"I believe I said I wanted you on your back, pup."

"I…I know. I just wanted to tell you where the lube is."

"I know where it is, pup."

There was a beat of silence before Folio exhaled, shrugging a shoulder. "That was the only excuse I had."

"You're very lucky you're cute. Nicky."

Folio grinned, head tilting to the side as Jolly got undressed. Jolly took his time, folding his clothes neatly and placing them on the chair tucked under his desk, trying not to laugh as Folio started squirming impatiently.

"Relax, pup. If I'd known you were this eager to try breath play, I would've gotten this sooner."

Folio forced himself to stay still, though his hands drummed absently on the bed. "Sorry. I just…" he paused, a frown twitching his features.

"What is it?"

"You haven't told me the rules."

A look of approval settled across Jolly's features and Folio sat up a little straighter, his praise kink rearing it's head again.

"Good boy, Nicky." Jolly leaned forward, hovering over Folio so their faces were only inches apart. "There's one rule. The other is establishing a safe gesture." He paused, waiting for Folio to nod. "The rule: You do not get to touch yourself. You will cum, but only when I allow it."

"Yes, Sir."

"If you need to stop and you can't speak, you're going to tap my arm three times in a row. Understood?"

Folio nodded. "Yes, Sir."

"Good boy."

Jolly finally closed the distance between them, pressing a kiss to Folio's lips. A soft groan left Folio as his back arched, trying to press as close to Jolly as he possibly could. Jolly smiled into the kiss, earning a soft pleased noise from Folio. No matter how many times they slept together, it always caught Jolly momentarily off guard just how vocal Folio was. Every kiss and touch brought out the most beautiful noises, each one their own seal of approval that Jolly knew Folio as well as he thought he did.

As he leaned back, Jolly hooked the leash onto the o-ring, earning a full body shiver from Folio. A soft, fond laugh left him as he hooked a finger under Folio's chin. "You're so eager, and I haven't even touched you yet."

Folio opened his mouth to speak, but all he could manage was a soft, keening noise as Jolly pinched one of his nipples. Jolly chuckled, his hand moving lower as he leaned forward to take Folio's nipple between his teeth.

Folio's back arched and a low moan left him, his hands fisting the sheets. A soft hum of approval left Jolly as he kissed lower, nipping idly at Folio's sides as he went. He pressed a kiss to Folio's inner thigh, before sitting up. He waited until Folio met his gaze before he wrapped his hand around the drummer's cock and started stroking it infuriatingly slowly.

"Are you ready, pup?"

Folio nodded and Jolly arched his eyebrow. "Y-Yes, Sir."

"Take a few deep breaths."

Folio obeyed and Jolly gave the leash a firm pull. The slip chain did its job, pulling tight and cutting off Folio's airway.

Panic flickered in Folio's eyes and Jolly murmured soft reassurances, reminding Folio that he could tap out at any point and Jolly would honor that request with zero hesitation. There was a fine line between fear and arousal, and Jolly intended to have Folio walking that line like a tightrope, but only if he wanted it.

Folio's breathing evened out as much as it could given how the collar restricted his airway, and Jolly gave him a few moments before releasing his grip on the leash. Folio inhaled sharply, a strangled moan leaving him as Jolly began stroking him a little faster.

"Breathe, pup. Deep breaths." Jolly waited for Folio to catch his breath before removing his hand with a twist of his wrist that had Folio's back arching off the bed. Jolly chuckled softly, shifting his weight forward to reach into the drawer of the beside table. He grabbed the lube and a condom before leaning back, one hand gently massaging Folio's thigh.

"Good boy. You did so well for your first time." A soft, pleased noise left Folio as he watched Jolly through his lashes. Jolly's expression softened, his head tilting to the side as he slicked his fingers. He teased Folio's entrance, smiling to himself as Folio's hips bucked in response. He slid a finger inside, working Folio open before adding another, quietly encouraging Folio to fuck himself on Jolly's fingers. Folio obeyed beautifully, finding a rhythm that sent him stumbling towards the edge, stopping before Jolly had to say the words himself.

"You are full of surprises today, pup," Jolly mused, earning a pleased noise from Folio that immediately shifted into a whine of protest as Jolly removed his fingers. He arched an eyebrow, and Folio fell silent and went still. "You behaved so well, and it's your birthday. It would be mean of me to deny you on your birthday wouldn't it?"

"Y-yes, Sir."

"I'm going to let you cum, but I'm going to make you work for it. How does that sound? Do you want to cum for me, Nicky?"

Folio squirmed, nodding so hard it almost made Jolly laugh. "Please, Sir. Can I cum for you?"

Jolly nodded, giving Folio's leg a squeeze. "Of course. It's your birthday after all." He shifted his weight so he was kneeling between Folio's legs, pausing for a moment before lifting one leg over his shoulder. "Are you ready pup?" Folio nodded and Jolly shifted his weight forward, thrusting into Folio.

Usually, Jolly liked dragging things out. It was always amusing to him how much Folio squirmed and whined when he set a slow pace. More often than not, he would slow down just to hear how many different noises he could draw out of the drummer. This time, Jolly wasn't going to tease Folio. This was about the experience, testing to see if this was something they could try more often.

Jolly set a steady pace, one hand resting on Folio's leg, the other holding the leash. He thrust hard, watching Folio closely, gauging just how close the younger man was to falling over the edge.

"S-sir, I'm so …"

"Hang on just a moment longer, pup. Can you do that for me?" A whimper left Folio and Jolly gave his leg a light squeeze. "You can do it. I promise, it won't be for long."

Folio took a shaking breath before he nodded. Jolly smiled, pressing a soft kiss to Folio's inner thigh. "Good boy. You can do it. Just a little longer."

He shifted his weight slightly, giving the leash a little tug. Folio's back arched, a low moan leaving him as Jolly thrust forward, hitting Folio's prostate with expert precision. He waited for the perfect moment, watching carefully as Folio stumbled closer to the edge. Jolly tugged the leash lightly, and Folio instinctively took a deep breath before Jolly pulled the leash and the slip chain pulled tight.

Again, panic registered in Folio's eyes, but it gave way to arousal much faster this time. His back arched hips, moving in tandem with Jolly. A strangled moan left him, eyes widening slightly as his gaze shifted to Jolly.

Jolly held the leash tight for a few moments longer, watching as Folio's cock twitched with each thrust. He hoped he could time this as well as he wanted, as he loosened his grip on the leash and air rushed back into Folio's lungs.

Folio came hard, back arching, breath coming in sharp gasps. Jolly came not long after him, riding out his orgasm before eventually finding stillness. His hand reached out, running along Folio's chest as he pulled out, a fond smile settling its way onto his features.

"You did so good for me, Nicky. Can you take slow breaths for me?"

They settled into a comfortable silence as they took breaths together. Folio shifted his weight, sitting up a little to press a kiss to Jolly's lips.

"How're you feeling?"

Folio's hand lifted, fingers running through his hair. "Exhausted but…kinda floaty."

Jolly chuckled softly, reaching to cup Folio's cheek in one hand. "That's understandable for your first time."

"But…not the last time right?"

Jolly's eyebrow arched and Folio squirmed slightly. "No. Not the last time pup."

"Fuck yeah."

Jolly leaned forward, pressing another kiss to Folio's lips. "Happy birthday, Nicky."

Jolly watched as Folio's breath hitched, head tilting to the side, all curious puppy. He waited patiently while Folio turned the idea over in his head, not one to rush into a moment like this.

THE HEAD TILT. HE'S SO PUPPY!!! oh my heart 🥺 he's so precious!!!!

Folio's hips wiggled, as if he were wagging a tail he didn't have.

I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE!!!! puppy with a tail 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

"You're very lucky you're cute. Nicky."

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"Hang on just a moment longer, pup. Can you do that for me?" A whimper left Folio and Jolly gave his leg a light squeeze. "You can do it. I promise, it won't be for long."

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You can tell that Noah has simply been itching for your tattoo to heal. Sometimes, you catch him staring at your tattoo, lost in his thoughts. He always blushes so sweetly and gets flustered when you ask him what he’s thinking about. Sometimes, you catch his fingers hovering just above the skin of your back, and you can tell that he’s itching to reach out and touch it. 

Noah never fails to mention just how pretty your tattoo looks, and how perfectly the ink accentuates your body. He seems to have developed a little bit of a fixation with it.

Life has been fairly hectic recently. Your tattoo has long healed—yet Noah hasn’t had the time to do much more than simply wistfully trace his finger along it while you shower before bed. Still though, despite how busy the two of you are—you can sense the desperation that’s bubbling beneath Noah’s skin. 

When you get home after a long workday, you’re exhausted—and you’re feeling a little bit needy, too. 

Once you walk through your front door, you immediately spot your sweet puppy sitting on the couch, watching something on the TV. He barely manages to squeak out a quiet ‘hi’ before you’re crawling atop his lap, straddling him. You cup his face between your hands, gently rubbing your thumb along his jaw.

“Hi, sweet puppy.”

He looks so happy now that you’re here. He’s got that wide, adorable smile on his face. If he had a tail, it would be wagging, enthusiastically thumping against the couch. Your sweet boy is always so genuinely delighted when you come home.

“How was your day?” You ask.

“It was good. I hung out with Jolly, then we got lunch together afterwards.”

Your hand slowly begins to slide up Noah’s leg, lightly squeezing his thigh. He lets out a shaky little inhale, but other than that, he pays no mind to your touch. 

“How was your day?” He asks.

“I’m so tired. Work was exhausting. I wish I could just shut my brain off.”

“We can watch a movie or something together, if you’d like. Or we can go to bed and take a nap. I could run you a hot bath? It might help, especially if you’re feeling a little bit tense. I’ve already made dinner, so you don’t have to worry about cooking tonight. I could also—”

Noah goes silent as he watches you pull your necklace out from beneath your shirt. His eyes follow your movements, as a beam of light reflects off of the key that hangs from the chain. You dangle the chain in front of him, tantalisingly swinging it. Noah’s breath catches as he watches you unclasp the necklace, and remove the key from the chain. 

He’s silent, unmoving. He swallows, waiting for your next movements. 

You reach down, cupping his bulge through his sweats. You feel for the firm plastic that you know is there. Noah lets out a soft whine. It feels so objectifying. 

“Has my sweet puppy been behaving himself?”

Noah nods. He’s at a loss for words.

“I’m just so exhausted after the week I’ve had. I think I just need a good, thourough fucking. I need to get thoroughly railed ‘till I can’t think. Do you think you could do that for me, pup?”

Your sweet puppy looks like his brain has just short-circuited.

“Puppy?”

Noah swallows. “I—I—yeah I can do that. I can do that for you.”

You stand up, clicking your tongue. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs then.” 

Once you’re in the bedroom, you waste no time before getting undressed. Noah does the same. His movements are hurried and almost clumsy. It’s adorable just how desperate he is. 

You sit down on the bed, your back propped against the headboard. You motion for Noah to join you. He does so eagerly, straddling your lap.

He’s such a vision like this, sitting on your lap, naked, his cock locked in his tiny cage. It looks so adorably small compared to the rest of him. When you meet his eyes, you can tell that he’s very nearly completely gone into that subby headspace of his. You can tell that there’s not a single coherent thought behind those big brown eyes of his. 

“Your pretty little cock is so adorable,” you say, as you trace your finger along his locked cock. You tap your nail against the plastic, just to provoke him a little bit and get him more riled up. 

Noah’s breath catches in his chest as you retrieve the key. You take your time as you unlock him, prolonging the process and making it as slow as possible. Noah always makes the sweetest noises when you get him all teased and desperate.

You cup his balls with one hand, while you slide the cage off of his cock. You then carefully take away the ring that sits behind his balls. Noah makes a pitiful little noise as you accidentally jostle his cock. Your sweet boy hasn’t felt any stimulation there in a while, and every slight touch feels so overwhelming. 

You watch as his cock begins to harden. It’s so adorable to see just how worked up he is.

“Aww, you’re hard already? It’s cute just how desperate you are.”

Noah whines in response. The tips of his ears are tinged pink in embarssment—yet he can’t hide just how turned on he is. 

You retrieve the bottle of lube and drizzle the lube directly onto Noah’s cock. He flinches, whimpering about how cold it is.

“Oh you poor thing. I’m sure my pussy will make your cock feel all nice and warm, hmm?”

He whines so sweetly in response.

You spread the lube along his cock. He gasps at your touch, bucking into your hand. It’s not purposely disobedient—the poor thing genuinely can’t help it. It’s been so long since you’ve last touched him—every small touch feels like too much.

You get down onto all fours, positioning yourself. You tuck a pillow beneath your hips. You already know that it won’t be long before you lose the strength to hold yourself up. Something tells you that your sweet puppy will be particularly worked up tonight. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, as his finger traces the outline of your back tattoo. 

His touch makes you shiver—it feels like a promise of what’s yet to come. 

You reach your hand behind you, wrapping it around Noah’s cock. Your sweet puppy knows that he’s not allowed to touch his cock, regardless of the circumstances—and that includes moments like these. He’s forced to wait until you guide his cock into your pussy. It’s a little rule that you’ve established between the two of you. You’re well aware of the fact that Noah loves how objectified it makes him feel—almost as if he’s just a toy that’s being used solely for your pleasure. 

You take your time, squeezing him teasingly, before guiding his cock inside you. You let out a soft moan as he presses inside. It always feels so good. You feel so thoroughly filled. Despite all of your teasing remarks about how small his cock is when it’s locked up, your sweet puppy does have quite a thick cock. He always fills you so deliciously, stretching you so nicely.

Usually, you prepare yourself a little bit before taking his cock—but not today. Today, you want to feel the stretch. 

Noah pauses once he’s fully inside you, his hips flush with yours. You let out a soft noise at the stretch. It almost feels like too much—but it also feels so good. 

“There we go,” he coos, pressing a soft kiss against your back. 

He gives you some time to adjust, which you’re very grateful for. He can’t help but trace his finger along the outline of your back tattoo while he waits. You shiver at the touch. 

“You can move now.”

Noah slowly pulls out until just the tip remains inside. He leans down, bracketing your body with his. You can feel his warm chest against your back, and you can feel how his heart races. Your puppy is just as worked up as you are. He presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, before stilling. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he whispers. “Gonna ruin that sweet pussy of yours until you can’t even think. Fill you and breed you ‘till you’re whining in pleasure.”

You can’t help the soft whimper that escapes you at his words. This is exactly what you need. 

You know that the roles have reversed a little bit, but you can’t find it yourself to care. It feels nice to be taken care of like this, to be whispered sweet threats of being ruined ‘till you can’t even think. 

Noah slams his cock back into your pussy, pulling a startled gasp from you.

He’s merciless as he begins to fuck you, his front pressed against your back as he slams his hips against you. 

You’ve asked him to service you, and he’s going to damn make sure that he does his job and makes you feel good. His desperation to be good for you fuels his thrusts. He pushes himself to fuck into you as brutally as possible. He’s been given the priviledge of fucking you—and he’ll make sure that you won’t regret it. 

It’s not long before you’re struggling to hold yourself up. Your arms buckle beneath you, and your chest falls onto the mattress. It all just feels so good. Noah doesn’t falter. His hands grab onto your hips, and he pulls you back to meet his thrusts. The new angle makes it feel like he’s fucking you even deeper than before. 

He’s merciless as he fucks into you, not holding back. His cock ruthlessly brushes against that one spot inside of you, making you feel so good. You can feel your body melting into the mattress, overwhelmed by the constant pleasure that you’re feeling. 

You’re letting out a litany of soft noises that you can’t even will yourself to hold back. It all just feels so good. You can’t help how the noises effortlessly spill from your lips. You can feel your mind going blank, as you allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure. 

It’s not long before you’re tightening around Noah, as your orgasm washes over you. You’re left gasping, while Noah keeps fucking you through it.

“There we go. Doing so well for me,” he coos.

The overstimulation should be too much, but instead, it feels so delicious. Noah keeps fucking you through it, and his pace doesn’t even falter. He thrusts into you with a renewed vigour, determined to bring you to orgasm once more.

He won’t show you any mercy until he pulls another orgasm out of you. 

“Need—need more,” you whisper.

Noah slows for a moment. “What do you need?”

“Need you to go harder. Faster,” you plead. 

Noah presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, before picking up his pace. 

The gears are already turning in his head as he begins to scheme. This is the first time that he’s been allowed to fuck you since you got your back tattoo done. He needs to time this so carefully. He’s not allowed to touch himself—so he has to pull out at the exact moment that he cums, and try not to ruin his orgasm. 

He thrusts into you with a renewed vigour. Soon, you’re clenching around him, as Noah works you through your second orgasm. 

You gasp as Noah suddenly pulls out. You feel a warmth against your back, as his cum splatters against your skin. 

“Noah!”

You turn your head to look at him. His head is tilted downwards, his hair falling onto his face—but his eyes are firmly fixated on the cum that drips down your tattooed back. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to regain his breathing. 

He’s got a sheepish little smile on his face, an adorable little smirk as his eyes meet yours.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he grins.

“Naughty pup,” you mumble, shaking your head in exasperation.

You collapse back against the bed, exhausted. 

As bratty as Noah is, he knows how to apologise. He’s gone for a moment, before he returns with a damp washcloth. The bed creaks beneath his weight as he sits down beside you. He cleans off the remains of his cum from your back. He presses soft kisses to your shoulder, murmuring a quiet apology—though you know damn well that he doesn’t regret a single thing. 

“You’re such a little shit,” you say, still a little bit breathless. ”You’re lucky I didn’t make you lick up your mess. You finally got it out of your system?”

Noah gives you a cheeky little smile. He looks thoroughly exhausted. “Mhm.”

He gets up once more, disposing of the washcloth. When he comes back, he kneels on the floor beside your bed, his face just inches away from yours. It seems that he’s taking great pleasure in seeing just how thoroughly ruined you look. He tilts your head up, bringing you in for a soft kiss. 

“C’mon. Let’s get you all nice and clean. My apology.”

Noah sticks to his word, taking such sweet care of you as he steps into the shower with you. He spoils you with affection, thoroughly washing your hair and body. He begins with massaging your arms, and then moves onto working the knots out of your back. You resist the urge to roll your eyes when you feel him tracing the outline of your back tattoo with his finger. All is forgiven though, once he moves onto washing your hair. The pads of his fingers scratch against your scalp—and oh, it feels so good. He dries you off afterwards, helping you get dressed—and he takes care of your hair, too.

As Noah busies himself with going through his own hair routine, you take that time to clean his cock cage. You also clean and disinfect a slightly smaller cage. It’s almost the exact same—a light blue, plastic cage—just slightly smaller. Noah hasn’t worn this one before—but you’re going to ask him if he’d like to.

When Noah joins you in the bedroom, you hold both cages out for him.

“I was thinking that we could try out a smaller size. It’s completely up to you. There’s absolutely no pressure.”

Noah’s finger traces over the smaller cage. His breath hitches.

“Have you—have you had this one for a while?”

“I bought it a few weeks ago. I thought that you might be interested in it.”

Noah swallows, then nods. “I think—I think I’d like to wear the smaller one.”

“You sure, sweetheart?”

He nods.

”Pull your shorts down for me?”

Noah does as you ask. He’s still soft, but his cock is beginning to slightly harden again. You’re so careful as you touch him, trying not to jostle him too much. You slip the little plastic ring over his shaft, and gently position it until it rests behind his balls.

“Does that feel okay, pup?”

“Yeah.” He sounds almost a little bit breathless. It’s clear that he’s not entirely unaffected by the idea.

You then attach the other part of the cage, sliding it over his cock. You hold the cage in place. 

“Does that feel comfortable? Can I lock it?”

The feeling of the cage is both familiar, and strange. Noah can tell that the cage is noticeably small and tighter—and it makes him feel so dizzy.

“Y—yes. Please.”

You don’t comment on how sweet and small his tone of voice is. 

You attach the lock to the cage, clicking it shut. Noah shivers once you let go of his caged cock.

“There we go. Good boy,” you coo. “Your little cock looks so pretty.”

Noah blushes so sweetly. It feels a little bit humiliating—and yet he loves everything about it. He can’t help but lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips.

You giggle. “I swear to god, I’m never unlocking you ever again.”

Noah only gives you a sly little smile in response. That’s hardly a punishment, in his eyes.

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You can tell that Noah has simply been itching for your tattoo to heal. Sometimes, you catch him staring at your tattoo, lost in his thoughts. He always blushes so sweetly and gets flustered when you ask him what he’s thinking about. Sometimes, you catch his fingers hovering just above the skin of your back, and you can tell that he’s itching to reach out and touch it. 

Noah never fails to mention just how pretty your tattoo looks, and how perfectly the ink accentuates your body. He seems to have developed a little bit of a fixation with it.

Life has been fairly hectic recently. Your tattoo has long healed—yet Noah hasn’t had the time to do much more than simply wistfully trace his finger along it while you shower before bed. Still though, despite how busy the two of you are—you can sense the desperation that’s bubbling beneath Noah’s skin. 

When you get home after a long workday, you’re exhausted—and you’re feeling a little bit needy, too. 

Once you walk through your front door, you immediately spot your sweet puppy sitting on the couch, watching something on the TV. He barely manages to squeak out a quiet ‘hi’ before you’re crawling atop his lap, straddling him. You cup his face between your hands, gently rubbing your thumb along his jaw.

“Hi, sweet puppy.”

He looks so happy now that you’re here. He’s got that wide, adorable smile on his face. If he had a tail, it would be wagging, enthusiastically thumping against the couch. Your sweet boy is always so genuinely delighted when you come home.

“How was your day?” You ask.

“It was good. I hung out with Jolly, then we got lunch together afterwards.”

Your hand slowly begins to slide up Noah’s leg, lightly squeezing his thigh. He lets out a shaky little inhale, but other than that, he pays no mind to your touch. 

“How was your day?” He asks.

“I’m so tired. Work was exhausting. I wish I could just shut my brain off.”

“We can watch a movie or something together, if you’d like. Or we can go to bed and take a nap. I could run you a hot bath? It might help, especially if you’re feeling a little bit tense. I’ve already made dinner, so you don’t have to worry about cooking tonight. I could also—”

Noah goes silent as he watches you pull your necklace out from beneath your shirt. His eyes follow your movements, as a beam of light reflects off of the key that hangs from the chain. You dangle the chain in front of him, tantalisingly swinging it. Noah’s breath catches as he watches you unclasp the necklace, and remove the key from the chain. 

He’s silent, unmoving. He swallows, waiting for your next movements. 

You reach down, cupping his bulge through his sweats. You feel for the firm plastic that you know is there. Noah lets out a soft whine. It feels so objectifying. 

“Has my sweet puppy been behaving himself?”

Noah nods. He’s at a loss for words.

“I’m just so exhausted after the week I’ve had. I think I just need a good, thourough fucking. I need to get thoroughly railed ‘till I can’t think. Do you think you could do that for me, pup?”

Your sweet puppy looks like his brain has just short-circuited.

“Puppy?”

Noah swallows. “I—I—yeah I can do that. I can do that for you.”

You stand up, clicking your tongue. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs then.” 

Once you’re in the bedroom, you waste no time before getting undressed. Noah does the same. His movements are hurried and almost clumsy. It’s adorable just how desperate he is. 

You sit down on the bed, your back propped against the headboard. You motion for Noah to join you. He does so eagerly, straddling your lap.

He’s such a vision like this, sitting on your lap, naked, his cock locked in his tiny cage. It looks so adorably small compared to the rest of him. When you meet his eyes, you can tell that he’s very nearly completely gone into that subby headspace of his. You can tell that there’s not a single coherent thought behind those big brown eyes of his. 

“Your pretty little cock is so adorable,” you say, as you trace your finger along his locked cock. You tap your nail against the plastic, just to provoke him a little bit and get him more riled up. 

Noah’s breath catches in his chest as you retrieve the key. You take your time as you unlock him, prolonging the process and making it as slow as possible. Noah always makes the sweetest noises when you get him all teased and desperate.

You cup his balls with one hand, while you slide the cage off of his cock. You then carefully take away the ring that sits behind his balls. Noah makes a pitiful little noise as you accidentally jostle his cock. Your sweet boy hasn’t felt any stimulation there in a while, and every slight touch feels so overwhelming. 

You watch as his cock begins to harden. It’s so adorable to see just how worked up he is.

“Aww, you’re hard already? It’s cute just how desperate you are.”

Noah whines in response. The tips of his ears are tinged pink in embarssment—yet he can’t hide just how turned on he is. 

You retrieve the bottle of lube and drizzle the lube directly onto Noah’s cock. He flinches, whimpering about how cold it is.

“Oh you poor thing. I’m sure my pussy will make your cock feel all nice and warm, hmm?”

He whines so sweetly in response.

You spread the lube along his cock. He gasps at your touch, bucking into your hand. It’s not purposely disobedient—the poor thing genuinely can’t help it. It’s been so long since you’ve last touched him—every small touch feels like too much.

You get down onto all fours, positioning yourself. You tuck a pillow beneath your hips. You already know that it won’t be long before you lose the strength to hold yourself up. Something tells you that your sweet puppy will be particularly worked up tonight. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, as his finger traces the outline of your back tattoo. 

His touch makes you shiver—it feels like a promise of what’s yet to come. 

You reach your hand behind you, wrapping it around Noah’s cock. Your sweet puppy knows that he’s not allowed to touch his cock, regardless of the circumstances—and that includes moments like these. He’s forced to wait until you guide his cock into your pussy. It’s a little rule that you’ve established between the two of you. You’re well aware of the fact that Noah loves how objectified it makes him feel—almost as if he’s just a toy that’s being used solely for your pleasure. 

You take your time, squeezing him teasingly, before guiding his cock inside you. You let out a soft moan as he presses inside. It always feels so good. You feel so thoroughly filled. Despite all of your teasing remarks about how small his cock is when it’s locked up, your sweet puppy does have quite a thick cock. He always fills you so deliciously, stretching you so nicely.

Usually, you prepare yourself a little bit before taking his cock—but not today. Today, you want to feel the stretch. 

Noah pauses once he’s fully inside you, his hips flush with yours. You let out a soft noise at the stretch. It almost feels like too much—but it also feels so good. 

“There we go,” he coos, pressing a soft kiss against your back. 

He gives you some time to adjust, which you’re very grateful for. He can’t help but trace his finger along the outline of your back tattoo while he waits. You shiver at the touch. 

“You can move now.”

Noah slowly pulls out until just the tip remains inside. He leans down, bracketing your body with his. You can feel his warm chest against your back, and you can feel how his heart races. Your puppy is just as worked up as you are. He presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, before stilling. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he whispers. “Gonna ruin that sweet pussy of yours until you can’t even think. Fill you and breed you ‘till you’re whining in pleasure.”

You can’t help the soft whimper that escapes you at his words. This is exactly what you need. 

You know that the roles have reversed a little bit, but you can’t find it yourself to care. It feels nice to be taken care of like this, to be whispered sweet threats of being ruined ‘till you can’t even think. 

Noah slams his cock back into your pussy, pulling a startled gasp from you.

He’s merciless as he begins to fuck you, his front pressed against your back as he slams his hips against you. 

You’ve asked him to service you, and he’s going to damn make sure that he does his job and makes you feel good. His desperation to be good for you fuels his thrusts. He pushes himself to fuck into you as brutally as possible. He’s been given the priviledge of fucking you—and he’ll make sure that you won’t regret it. 

It’s not long before you’re struggling to hold yourself up. Your arms buckle beneath you, and your chest falls onto the mattress. It all just feels so good. Noah doesn’t falter. His hands grab onto your hips, and he pulls you back to meet his thrusts. The new angle makes it feel like he’s fucking you even deeper than before. 

He’s merciless as he fucks into you, not holding back. His cock ruthlessly brushes against that one spot inside of you, making you feel so good. You can feel your body melting into the mattress, overwhelmed by the constant pleasure that you’re feeling. 

You’re letting out a litany of soft noises that you can’t even will yourself to hold back. It all just feels so good. You can’t help how the noises effortlessly spill from your lips. You can feel your mind going blank, as you allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure. 

It’s not long before you’re tightening around Noah, as your orgasm washes over you. You’re left gasping, while Noah keeps fucking you through it.

“There we go. Doing so well for me,” he coos.

The overstimulation should be too much, but instead, it feels so delicious. Noah keeps fucking you through it, and his pace doesn’t even falter. He thrusts into you with a renewed vigour, determined to bring you to orgasm once more.

He won’t show you any mercy until he pulls another orgasm out of you. 

“Need—need more,” you whisper.

Noah slows for a moment. “What do you need?”

“Need you to go harder. Faster,” you plead. 

Noah presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, before picking up his pace. 

The gears are already turning in his head as he begins to scheme. This is the first time that he’s been allowed to fuck you since you got your back tattoo done. He needs to time this so carefully. He’s not allowed to touch himself—so he has to pull out at the exact moment that he cums, and try not to ruin his orgasm. 

He thrusts into you with a renewed vigour. Soon, you’re clenching around him, as Noah works you through your second orgasm. 

You gasp as Noah suddenly pulls out. You feel a warmth against your back, as his cum splatters against your skin. 

“Noah!”

You turn your head to look at him. His head is tilted downwards, his hair falling onto his face—but his eyes are firmly fixated on the cum that drips down your tattooed back. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to regain his breathing. 

He’s got a sheepish little smile on his face, an adorable little smirk as his eyes meet yours.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he grins.

“Naughty pup,” you mumble, shaking your head in exasperation.

You collapse back against the bed, exhausted. 

As bratty as Noah is, he knows how to apologise. He’s gone for a moment, before he returns with a damp washcloth. The bed creaks beneath his weight as he sits down beside you. He cleans off the remains of his cum from your back. He presses soft kisses to your shoulder, murmuring a quiet apology—though you know damn well that he doesn’t regret a single thing. 

“You’re such a little shit,” you say, still a little bit breathless. ”You’re lucky I didn’t make you lick up your mess. You finally got it out of your system?”

Noah gives you a cheeky little smile. He looks thoroughly exhausted. “Mhm.”

He gets up once more, disposing of the washcloth. When he comes back, he kneels on the floor beside your bed, his face just inches away from yours. It seems that he’s taking great pleasure in seeing just how thoroughly ruined you look. He tilts your head up, bringing you in for a soft kiss. 

“C’mon. Let’s get you all nice and clean. My apology.”

Noah sticks to his word, taking such sweet care of you as he steps into the shower with you. He spoils you with affection, thoroughly washing your hair and body. He begins with massaging your arms, and then moves onto working the knots out of your back. You resist the urge to roll your eyes when you feel him tracing the outline of your back tattoo with his finger. All is forgiven though, once he moves onto washing your hair. The pads of his fingers scratch against your scalp—and oh, it feels so good. He dries you off afterwards, helping you get dressed—and he takes care of your hair, too.

As Noah busies himself with going through his own hair routine, you take that time to clean his cock cage. You also clean and disinfect a slightly smaller cage. It’s almost the exact same—a light blue, plastic cage—just slightly smaller. Noah hasn’t worn this one before—but you’re going to ask him if he’d like to.

When Noah joins you in the bedroom, you hold both cages out for him.

“I was thinking that we could try out a smaller size. It’s completely up to you. There’s absolutely no pressure.”

Noah’s finger traces over the smaller cage. His breath hitches.

“Have you—have you had this one for a while?”

“I bought it a few weeks ago. I thought that you might be interested in it.”

Noah swallows, then nods. “I think—I think I’d like to wear the smaller one.”

“You sure, sweetheart?”

He nods.

”Pull your shorts down for me?”

Noah does as you ask. He’s still soft, but his cock is beginning to slightly harden again. You’re so careful as you touch him, trying not to jostle him too much. You slip the little plastic ring over his shaft, and gently position it until it rests behind his balls.

“Does that feel okay, pup?”

“Yeah.” He sounds almost a little bit breathless. It’s clear that he’s not entirely unaffected by the idea.

You then attach the other part of the cage, sliding it over his cock. You hold the cage in place. 

“Does that feel comfortable? Can I lock it?”

The feeling of the cage is both familiar, and strange. Noah can tell that the cage is noticeably small and tighter—and it makes him feel so dizzy.

“Y—yes. Please.”

You don’t comment on how sweet and small his tone of voice is. 

You attach the lock to the cage, clicking it shut. Noah shivers once you let go of his caged cock.

“There we go. Good boy,” you coo. “Your little cock looks so pretty.”

Noah blushes so sweetly. It feels a little bit humiliating—and yet he loves everything about it. He can’t help but lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips.

You giggle. “I swear to god, I’m never unlocking you ever again.”

Noah only gives you a sly little smile in response. That’s hardly a punishment, in his eyes.

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You can tell that Noah has simply been itching for your tattoo to heal. Sometimes, you catch him staring at your tattoo, lost in his thoughts. He always blushes so sweetly and gets flustered when you ask him what he’s thinking about. Sometimes, you catch his fingers hovering just above the skin of your back, and you can tell that he’s itching to reach out and touch it. 

Noah never fails to mention just how pretty your tattoo looks, and how perfectly the ink accentuates your body. He seems to have developed a little bit of a fixation with it.

Life has been fairly hectic recently. Your tattoo has long healed—yet Noah hasn’t had the time to do much more than simply wistfully trace his finger along it while you shower before bed. Still though, despite how busy the two of you are—you can sense the desperation that’s bubbling beneath Noah’s skin. 

When you get home after a long workday, you’re exhausted—and you’re feeling a little bit needy, too. 

Once you walk through your front door, you immediately spot your sweet puppy sitting on the couch, watching something on the TV. He barely manages to squeak out a quiet ‘hi’ before you’re crawling atop his lap, straddling him. You cup his face between your hands, gently rubbing your thumb along his jaw.

“Hi, sweet puppy.”

He looks so happy now that you’re here. He’s got that wide, adorable smile on his face. If he had a tail, it would be wagging, enthusiastically thumping against the couch. Your sweet boy is always so genuinely delighted when you come home.

“How was your day?” You ask.

“It was good. I hung out with Jolly, then we got lunch together afterwards.”

Your hand slowly begins to slide up Noah’s leg, lightly squeezing his thigh. He lets out a shaky little inhale, but other than that, he pays no mind to your touch. 

“How was your day?” He asks.

“I’m so tired. Work was exhausting. I wish I could just shut my brain off.”

“We can watch a movie or something together, if you’d like. Or we can go to bed and take a nap. I could run you a hot bath? It might help, especially if you’re feeling a little bit tense. I’ve already made dinner, so you don’t have to worry about cooking tonight. I could also—”

Noah goes silent as he watches you pull your necklace out from beneath your shirt. His eyes follow your movements, as a beam of light reflects off of the key that hangs from the chain. You dangle the chain in front of him, tantalisingly swinging it. Noah’s breath catches as he watches you unclasp the necklace, and remove the key from the chain. 

He’s silent, unmoving. He swallows, waiting for your next movements. 

You reach down, cupping his bulge through his sweats. You feel for the firm plastic that you know is there. Noah lets out a soft whine. It feels so objectifying. 

“Has my sweet puppy been behaving himself?”

Noah nods. He’s at a loss for words.

“I’m just so exhausted after the week I’ve had. I think I just need a good, thourough fucking. I need to get thoroughly railed ‘till I can’t think. Do you think you could do that for me, pup?”

Your sweet puppy looks like his brain has just short-circuited.

“Puppy?”

Noah swallows. “I—I—yeah I can do that. I can do that for you.”

You stand up, clicking your tongue. “C’mon, let’s go upstairs then.” 

Once you’re in the bedroom, you waste no time before getting undressed. Noah does the same. His movements are hurried and almost clumsy. It’s adorable just how desperate he is. 

You sit down on the bed, your back propped against the headboard. You motion for Noah to join you. He does so eagerly, straddling your lap.

He’s such a vision like this, sitting on your lap, naked, his cock locked in his tiny cage. It looks so adorably small compared to the rest of him. When you meet his eyes, you can tell that he’s very nearly completely gone into that subby headspace of his. You can tell that there’s not a single coherent thought behind those big brown eyes of his. 

“Your pretty little cock is so adorable,” you say, as you trace your finger along his locked cock. You tap your nail against the plastic, just to provoke him a little bit and get him more riled up. 

Noah’s breath catches in his chest as you retrieve the key. You take your time as you unlock him, prolonging the process and making it as slow as possible. Noah always makes the sweetest noises when you get him all teased and desperate.

You cup his balls with one hand, while you slide the cage off of his cock. You then carefully take away the ring that sits behind his balls. Noah makes a pitiful little noise as you accidentally jostle his cock. Your sweet boy hasn’t felt any stimulation there in a while, and every slight touch feels so overwhelming. 

You watch as his cock begins to harden. It’s so adorable to see just how worked up he is.

“Aww, you’re hard already? It’s cute just how desperate you are.”

Noah whines in response. The tips of his ears are tinged pink in embarssment—yet he can’t hide just how turned on he is. 

You retrieve the bottle of lube and drizzle the lube directly onto Noah’s cock. He flinches, whimpering about how cold it is.

“Oh you poor thing. I’m sure my pussy will make your cock feel all nice and warm, hmm?”

He whines so sweetly in response.

You spread the lube along his cock. He gasps at your touch, bucking into your hand. It’s not purposely disobedient—the poor thing genuinely can’t help it. It’s been so long since you’ve last touched him—every small touch feels like too much.

You get down onto all fours, positioning yourself. You tuck a pillow beneath your hips. You already know that it won’t be long before you lose the strength to hold yourself up. Something tells you that your sweet puppy will be particularly worked up tonight. 

“You’re so pretty,” he whispers, as his finger traces the outline of your back tattoo. 

His touch makes you shiver—it feels like a promise of what’s yet to come. 

You reach your hand behind you, wrapping it around Noah’s cock. Your sweet puppy knows that he’s not allowed to touch his cock, regardless of the circumstances—and that includes moments like these. He’s forced to wait until you guide his cock into your pussy. It’s a little rule that you’ve established between the two of you. You’re well aware of the fact that Noah loves how objectified it makes him feel—almost as if he’s just a toy that’s being used solely for your pleasure. 

You take your time, squeezing him teasingly, before guiding his cock inside you. You let out a soft moan as he presses inside. It always feels so good. You feel so thoroughly filled. Despite all of your teasing remarks about how small his cock is when it’s locked up, your sweet puppy does have quite a thick cock. He always fills you so deliciously, stretching you so nicely.

Usually, you prepare yourself a little bit before taking his cock—but not today. Today, you want to feel the stretch. 

Noah pauses once he’s fully inside you, his hips flush with yours. You let out a soft noise at the stretch. It almost feels like too much—but it also feels so good. 

“There we go,” he coos, pressing a soft kiss against your back. 

He gives you some time to adjust, which you’re very grateful for. He can’t help but trace his finger along the outline of your back tattoo while he waits. You shiver at the touch. 

“You can move now.”

Noah slowly pulls out until just the tip remains inside. He leans down, bracketing your body with his. You can feel his warm chest against your back, and you can feel how his heart races. Your puppy is just as worked up as you are. He presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, before stilling. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” he whispers. “Gonna ruin that sweet pussy of yours until you can’t even think. Fill you and breed you ‘till you’re whining in pleasure.”

You can’t help the soft whimper that escapes you at his words. This is exactly what you need. 

You know that the roles have reversed a little bit, but you can’t find it yourself to care. It feels nice to be taken care of like this, to be whispered sweet threats of being ruined ‘till you can’t even think. 

Noah slams his cock back into your pussy, pulling a startled gasp from you.

He’s merciless as he begins to fuck you, his front pressed against your back as he slams his hips against you. 

You’ve asked him to service you, and he’s going to damn make sure that he does his job and makes you feel good. His desperation to be good for you fuels his thrusts. He pushes himself to fuck into you as brutally as possible. He’s been given the priviledge of fucking you—and he’ll make sure that you won’t regret it. 

It’s not long before you’re struggling to hold yourself up. Your arms buckle beneath you, and your chest falls onto the mattress. It all just feels so good. Noah doesn’t falter. His hands grab onto your hips, and he pulls you back to meet his thrusts. The new angle makes it feel like he’s fucking you even deeper than before. 

He’s merciless as he fucks into you, not holding back. His cock ruthlessly brushes against that one spot inside of you, making you feel so good. You can feel your body melting into the mattress, overwhelmed by the constant pleasure that you’re feeling. 

You’re letting out a litany of soft noises that you can’t even will yourself to hold back. It all just feels so good. You can’t help how the noises effortlessly spill from your lips. You can feel your mind going blank, as you allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure. 

It’s not long before you’re tightening around Noah, as your orgasm washes over you. You’re left gasping, while Noah keeps fucking you through it.

“There we go. Doing so well for me,” he coos.

The overstimulation should be too much, but instead, it feels so delicious. Noah keeps fucking you through it, and his pace doesn’t even falter. He thrusts into you with a renewed vigour, determined to bring you to orgasm once more.

He won’t show you any mercy until he pulls another orgasm out of you. 

“Need—need more,” you whisper.

Noah slows for a moment. “What do you need?”

“Need you to go harder. Faster,” you plead. 

Noah presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, before picking up his pace. 

The gears are already turning in his head as he begins to scheme. This is the first time that he’s been allowed to fuck you since you got your back tattoo done. He needs to time this so carefully. He’s not allowed to touch himself—so he has to pull out at the exact moment that he cums, and try not to ruin his orgasm. 

He thrusts into you with a renewed vigour. Soon, you’re clenching around him, as Noah works you through your second orgasm. 

You gasp as Noah suddenly pulls out. You feel a warmth against your back, as his cum splatters against your skin. 

“Noah!”

You turn your head to look at him. His head is tilted downwards, his hair falling onto his face—but his eyes are firmly fixated on the cum that drips down your tattooed back. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to regain his breathing. 

He’s got a sheepish little smile on his face, an adorable little smirk as his eyes meet yours.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he grins.

“Naughty pup,” you mumble, shaking your head in exasperation.

You collapse back against the bed, exhausted. 

As bratty as Noah is, he knows how to apologise. He’s gone for a moment, before he returns with a damp washcloth. The bed creaks beneath his weight as he sits down beside you. He cleans off the remains of his cum from your back. He presses soft kisses to your shoulder, murmuring a quiet apology—though you know damn well that he doesn’t regret a single thing. 

“You’re such a little shit,” you say, still a little bit breathless. ”You’re lucky I didn’t make you lick up your mess. You finally got it out of your system?”

Noah gives you a cheeky little smile. He looks thoroughly exhausted. “Mhm.”

He gets up once more, disposing of the washcloth. When he comes back, he kneels on the floor beside your bed, his face just inches away from yours. It seems that he’s taking great pleasure in seeing just how thoroughly ruined you look. He tilts your head up, bringing you in for a soft kiss. 

“C’mon. Let’s get you all nice and clean. My apology.”

Noah sticks to his word, taking such sweet care of you as he steps into the shower with you. He spoils you with affection, thoroughly washing your hair and body. He begins with massaging your arms, and then moves onto working the knots out of your back. You resist the urge to roll your eyes when you feel him tracing the outline of your back tattoo with his finger. All is forgiven though, once he moves onto washing your hair. The pads of his fingers scratch against your scalp—and oh, it feels so good. He dries you off afterwards, helping you get dressed—and he takes care of your hair, too.

As Noah busies himself with going through his own hair routine, you take that time to clean his cock cage. You also clean and disinfect a slightly smaller cage. It’s almost the exact same—a light blue, plastic cage—just slightly smaller. Noah hasn’t worn this one before—but you’re going to ask him if he’d like to.

When Noah joins you in the bedroom, you hold both cages out for him.

“I was thinking that we could try out a smaller size. It’s completely up to you. There’s absolutely no pressure.”

Noah’s finger traces over the smaller cage. His breath hitches.

“Have you—have you had this one for a while?”

“I bought it a few weeks ago. I thought that you might be interested in it.”

Noah swallows, then nods. “I think—I think I’d like to wear the smaller one.”

“You sure, sweetheart?”

He nods.

”Pull your shorts down for me?”

Noah does as you ask. He’s still soft, but his cock is beginning to slightly harden again. You’re so careful as you touch him, trying not to jostle him too much. You slip the little plastic ring over his shaft, and gently position it until it rests behind his balls.

“Does that feel okay, pup?”

“Yeah.” He sounds almost a little bit breathless. It’s clear that he’s not entirely unaffected by the idea.

You then attach the other part of the cage, sliding it over his cock. You hold the cage in place. 

“Does that feel comfortable? Can I lock it?”

The feeling of the cage is both familiar, and strange. Noah can tell that the cage is noticeably small and tighter—and it makes him feel so dizzy.

“Y—yes. Please.”

You don’t comment on how sweet and small his tone of voice is. 

You attach the lock to the cage, clicking it shut. Noah shivers once you let go of his caged cock.

“There we go. Good boy,” you coo. “Your little cock looks so pretty.”

Noah blushes so sweetly. It feels a little bit humiliating—and yet he loves everything about it. He can’t help but lean in and press a soft kiss to your lips.

You giggle. “I swear to god, I’m never unlocking you ever again.”

Noah only gives you a sly little smile in response. That’s hardly a punishment, in his eyes.

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