darby straddles his lap, knees on either side of his thighs, hips rolling and crashing like waves against noah's groin. their little secret, darby promised, but it's a secret that he wants to hear again — so he grasps noah's chin with thumb and forefinger, keeps their eyes locked. darby doesn't blink, but there's a *mischief* in his gaze that only noah knows. ❝ say it. ❞
HE ALMOST KNOWS WHAT DARBY’S ABOUT TO ASK FOR before he’s even started to ask ; the moment that he’s climbed atop his lap, straddled him. and noah hums something content, meets darby’s hips with his own, and he manages to steal languid kisses down his neck before darby’s got a firm grasp of his chin, and the way he looks at him sends shivers down his spine.
he bites down on his lower lip, drags back, and even though he’s fully prepared for darby’s command there is no denying the way his face warms from his ears to his neck when he does give said command.
say it.
for the amount of shit he gives the rest of his family for being a bunch of weirdos, he’d never really anticipated that he’d be just like them, that darby would just pull it out of him like that. they absolutely can’t know that he’s a hypocrite.
luckily, he trusts darby keep a secret.
and there’s something undeniably sexy about having their own dirty little secret.
his hands slide beneath the hem of darby’s shirt, fingertips roam across the expanse of his chest first. “ you’re always so pushy about it. ” he’s teasing, maybe trying to compensate for how flustered he’s trying not to be. nobody said he’d make it too easy. “ you just like rubbing it in, don’t you ? lucky for you, i like it when you’re pushy. it’s hot on you. ”
hands then slide back down, settle upon his hips. when he does say it, it’s in a low whisper, eyes twinkling with mischief of his own. and then he reaches further downward to cup his groin.
“ ------------ will you fuck me after, daddy ? ”


















