Noah can’t help but whimper in response. It’s been exactly one month since you last properly unlocked him from his chastity cage. The poor thing has been locked up for an entire month now (well, apart from cleanings). It’s been a rough month too—with you offering him absolutely no stimulation or pleasure. It doesn’t help that life has been so hectic recently—both for you, and for Noah. There’s been very little free time for intimacy—which means that Noah is all the more desperate. There’s no doubt that your sweet puppy has been feeling a little bit neglected as of recently. It’s turned him into a whiny little thing, a clingy little puppy who so badly wants to beg—but knows how to behave and won’t complain. 

“I think my sweet puppy might need to be milked, hmm? I think you’re feeling a little bit pent-up,” you coo, your hand squeezing his thigh in a teasing act of possession.

Noah swallows, before nodding.

“What do you need, pup?”

Noah nuzzles against you, affectionately bumping his head against your arm. “Need—need you to milk me,” he whines so sweetly, his hips just barely bucking into your touch before he restrains himself. “Please,” he adds on as an afterthought, almost as if he’s forgotten his manners. 

“Such a polite little puppy, asking for what it needs.” 

Your hand slides up his thigh, until it’s resting over his clothed bulge. You grope the unyielding plastic cage, and Noah keens at the slight stimulation. He can’t help just how dizzy it makes him when you touch his cage like that. It always makes him feel so weak when he’s reminded of the fact that you own that part of his body—and the fact that you own his pleasure, too. Whenever you touch him there, your touch is usually so clinical and detatched—which only makes him feel all the more desperate. 

“I want you to go upstairs for me, and get undressed. Wait for me on your knees.”

Noah goes to say something in response, but falters. He nods and goes to stand up, but you grab his wrist, gently tugging him until he turns back around to face you.

“What were you going to say?”

Noah swallows. “I—I was going to ask whether it would be okay if you were gentle and patient with me today. I—I think I need you to be nice to me,” he whispers. His voice is so soft and small, and it tugs at your heart a little bit.

His admission makes you frown. You’re not quite sure why he hesitated and didn’t just outright tell you how he’s feeling and what he needs. You chalk it up to his anxious and restless state of mind. It’s becoming really clear to you that he’s feeling much more unsettled than usual. You can’t help but feel a little bit guilty for having teased him only a few minutes earlier.

“Oh sweetheart,” you coo, tenderly tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. “If it’s what you need, then I promise I’ll be so nice and gentle with you. I’ll take such good care of you. I promise.”

Your words seem to reassure him a little bit. You can see how his shoulders seem to visibly drop.

“Why don’t we go upstairs together. I’ll tell you what I’m planning for today, and then I’ll help you get undressed for me. Does that sound okay?”

Noah nods. “You’re always so patient with me. I don’t know how you do it.”

You press a soft kiss to the tip of Noah’s nose. It makes him blush so sweetly. “Don’t be silly. You deserve someone who’s gentle with you. Now, c’mon, let’s get you upstairs so that we can take care of you.” You don’t want to linger on the significance of his words for too long. You hate it when he gets lost in his self-deprecating thoughts.

You entangle Noah’s fingers with yours, as you guide him into your shared bedroom. He allows you to lead the way, and doesn’t seem to be paying much attention to his surroundings. You can tell by the way that he walks, that he’s very quickly succumbing to his subby headspace. Soon, there won’t be a single thought left in that head of his. 

Once you enter the bedroom, you gently click the door shut, before motioning for Noah to sit on the bed. He does as you ask—though his attention is very much fixed on you, as you walk around the room, gathering the things you need. You place a towel, lube, a prostate massager, and a latex glove on the bed. Noah blushes once your eyes meet his. You sit down beside him, before reaching for his hands and holding them in yours, rubbing soothing circles against his skin.

“What position do you want to be in?” You ask.

“I—I think I’d like to lay over your lap—if that’s okay. I think—I think I just need to be close to you.”

“That’s completely fine with me, sweetheart.”

Noah swallows. “What’s—what are we going to do today?”

“You’re allowed to tell me if you don’t want to do any of this, but here’s what I have in mind. I’d like to milk you through your prostate until you cum dry. I plan to use my fingers, and then use a vibrator towards the end. I won’t be using my strap, and I won’t be getting off today either. How does that sound?”

Noah’s words are a little bit choked off as he speaks. “Good. That—that sounds good.”

“The key for your cage is on the bedside table. If you need to take it off, you tell me. If you need to stop, or take a break, just say so. I know that sometimes you can go non-verbal—so if you need to stop, for whatever reason, just tap my thigh. Understood?”

Noah nods.

“I need your verbal confirmation, sweetheart,” you gently chastise.

“Okay. I understand,” Noah whispers. 

You tilt his head up in order to look him in the eyes, trying to judge how he’s feeling at this moment—judge whether he’s in the right mindset to do this today. He looks a little bit like a spooked deer. You can sense the anxious energy radiating off of him in waves. The poor thing is so restless and wound-up. What he really needs is to be firmly, but gently, be put in his place by you.

One of your hands rests on his hip, slipping beneath the soft fabric of his t-shirt and gently rubbing his side. Noah melts into your touch, sighing so sweetly. You allow him to bask in your touch for as long as needed, keeping up your soft motions until you can see him become a bit restless and eager to begin.

“Would you like to get undressed for me now?” You ask, your words a soft suggestion.

“Yes.”

You stand up, helping Noah up and steadying him as he gets up. His movements are a little bit unsteady, a little bit shaky. You help him take his clothes off, whispering sweet words of reassurance while doing so. Noah lets out a shaky little breath once he’s left in just his boxer shorts. Your hand smoothes over his side, as you try your best to soothe him. You wait patiently, not rushing him or pressuring him. Sometimes, Noah just needs a moment to get his thoughts together, to process whatever it is that’s going on inside his head. He takes a deep breath, before taking off his boxer shorts, too.

Your sweet puppy is so beautiful as he stands in front of you, his bare skin looking so soft under the gentle glow of the room’s lighting. His hair falls into his eyes, looking so unbelievably soft. His caged cock looks so pretty, the light blue plastic contrasting against his tattooed skin. The cage makes his cock look so small in proportion to his large body. The sight of it sends a wave of heat between your thighs.

You feel an intense need to take good care of him.

You sit down against the headboard, propping up some pillows behind your back until you’re comfortable.

“C’mon, over my lap, pup,” you coax, patting your lap.

Noah positions himself over your legs, lying on his front. He grabs a pillow to hold against his chest. He moves around a little bit, wriggling until he’s comfortable. It takes him a moment, but he does eventually settle down. 

“Comfortable?”

Noah nods—but you can see the way his entire body is jostled by the fast and unsteady breaths that he takes. You don't push him for a verbal response. Sometimes, he doesn't like to talk while in his submissive headspace. Other times, he tends to go completely non-verbal.

You smooth your hand over his back, trying to placate him. The poor thing is so tense and wound up, and not to mention the fact that he’s probably a little bit anxious over what exactly you’ll put him through today.

“You’re okay, sweetheart. I promise I’ll take such good care of you. I’ve got you,” you coo.

“I know. I know that. It’s just—it’s just all so much,” he says, his voice a little bit shaky.

You smooth your hand over Noah’s hair, gently petting him. “I know, pup. I promise I’ll take such good care of you. I’ll take you apart so gently, and then I promise I’ll put you back together at the end.”

Noah lets out a shaky little breath at your words.

“I’m so proud of you for lasting so long in your cage. You’re such an obedient little thing for me. You make me so proud.”

Noah visibly preens at the praise. Sometimes, your sweet puppy just needs a little bit of encouragement and praise. He gets worked up and anxious so easily—and yet your words seem to calm him so effortlessly.

“Take as much time as you need, love. I don’t want to do anything until you’re comfortable. Let me know when you’re ready to begin.”

Noah closes his eyes and swallows, before turning around and meeting your gaze again. He opens his mouth, but the words won’t quite come out.

“Promise—promise you’ll be gentle?”

“Oh sweetheart,” you coo. “I promise I’ll be so gentle. I’ll take such good care of you. You’re safe here. I promise.”

Noah nods. “Thank you,” he whispers. He takes a moment to himself, before he meets your eyes again.   “I—I think I’m ready.”

“Tap my thigh if it’s too much, okay?”

Noah nods.

You reach for the small towel that’s beside you, and place it between Noah’s caged cock, and your lap. It’ll help keep the mess as minimal as possible. You then put the latex glove on your hand. Noah tilts his head a little bit in order to look back at you, and his breath hitches when he notices your gloved hand. He’s mentioned before that he has a bit of a thing for when you wear latex gloves—and recently, you’ve been happily exploiting this new kink of his.

You trace your hand along the bare skin of Noah’s back, before slowly trailing your hand downwards. Your hands smooth over the soft skin of his ass, before going further downwards and skimming over the back of his thighs. He seems to relax ever so slightly beneath your touch. 

Your hands massage the soft, supple skin of his ass. His skin feels so hot to the touch. Noah’s breath hitches as you gently spread his legs apart, exposing him for you. You slowly trace your gloved finger over his hole, and you can feel him quiver beneath you.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you,” you murmur.

Noah is almost like a spooked animal that constantly needs to be reassured. It’s a little bit endearing. 

You reach for the bottle of lube beside you, coating your gloved fingers in it. You try to warm it up a little bit, so that it’s as nice and pleasant for Noah as possible.

You trace your slick finger over Noah’s hole. You put the slightest pressure against it, until just the tip of your finger slips inside. Noah lets out a soft little noise at the intrusion. You pause, waiting in case he wants to stop. He’s so much more responsive than usual today. It’s clear that he needs you to be exceptionally slow and patient with him. 

You slowly press your finger further inside, until it’s fully settled inside of him. You can tell that Noah is very focused on his breathing, trying his best to take steady and measured breaths. You use your other hand to smooth over his back, reassuring him. You whisper sweet praises to him, trying your best to soothe him. 

“There we go,” you coo. “Such a good boy for me. You’re doing so well.”

You move your finger around a little bit, stroking along his walls, trying your best to stretch him. You don’t want to risk hurting him at all today. You don’t like the thought of your pup feeling even the slightest tinge of pain. You promised that you’d take good care of him—and you don’t intend to break that promise.

You gently brush your finger against his prostate, moving slowly and judging his reaction. You don’t want to startle him or overwhelm him. You can see him relax a little bit at the slight pleasure that runs through him. You toy with him a little bit, stimulating his prostate until he fully relaxes into the mattress. You remove your finger, before sliding it back in alongside another one. Noah lets out a quiet gasp at the slight stretch.

“Poor pup, it’s been a while since you’ve last been filled like this, hmm? It’s been a while since I’ve last stretched this pretty hole of yours.”

Noah whines at your words, his hips ever so slightly bucking into your touch. 

When he’s feeling particularly vulnerable and submissive like now, it doesn’t take much work on your end to get him worked up with only your words. It’s a fine line that you’re treading between praise and objectifiction—but when you do it correctly, it turns Noah into a complete mess.

He sighs so sweetly as your fingers press against his prostate. 

“There we go,” you coo. “Does that feel good?”

Noah nods, whining softly. He doesn’t hold back his noises. A litany of moans and whimpers fall from his lips. The noises that he makes are so soft and quiet—it’s clear that he’s feeling particularly small and vulnerable today.

Your fingers press insistently at his prostate, as you try your best to coax an orgasm out of him. Noah lets out the sweetest little noises as you milk him, bringing him over the edge. He trembles a little bit as his orgasm washes over him. You can feel his caged cock jolt against your lap, before his cum seeps through the towel. 

“There we go. Good boy. You’re doing so well for me,” you coo, rubbing his back. 

Noah only manages to let out a soft whine in response.

Your other hand keeps stimulating his prostate, focused on milking him as thoroughly as possible. You can feel his cock weakly spurt against your lap, as you milk him for all he’s worth. You’re determined to milk every last drop out of him.

Noah lets out the sweetest little whines at the overstimulation—though soon, he realises that he can’t do anything to escape the pleasure that you’re overwhelming him with. He goes boneless, fully relaxing and giving himself over to you.

“Poor thing just needed to be milked, hmm? You must have been so pent up, sweetheart.”

Noah nods pitifully. Tears well in his eyes. He presses his face into the pillow, muffling the sweet sobs that threaten to escape his lips. 

You pause your movements, stilling. You can’t help but be a little bit concerned. Your sweet puppy does tend to cry when he’s overwhelmed—but you’re still a little worried about the fact that he’s currently sobbing.

“Are you okay, honey?”

Noah nods, sniffling. “‘m good. Keep going. Please,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. 

You smooth your hand down his back as a form of comfort, before picking up your pace again. You’re very mindful of your movements, making sure that your fingers are slow and steady as they milk Noah’s prostate. You don’t want to overwhelm him too much. You’ve found that generally, Noah prefers a slower, consistent pace—because it allows him to get lost in the familiar, repetitive sensation. 

This time, though, it doesn’t quite seem to be enough for Noah.

“Please,” Noah whines so sweetly.

“What do you need, honey?” You ask, your voice gentle, as you continue to steadily milk him.

“Need—need more. Please,” Noah whimpers.

“Such a good pup, asking so sweetly.”

You do as Noah asks, slightly increasing your speed, trying to get him over the edge as fast as possible. It doesn’t take long for his second orgasm to wash over him. His cock weakly spurts, as you milk his second orgasm out of him. Your fingers press insistently against his prostate, milking him thoroughly.

“There we go, sweetheart,” you coo.

Noah’s sweet noises soon turn pained, and so, you remove your fingers. Your clean hand smoothes down the heated skin of his back, as you whisper soft praises. You keep up your ministrations until Noah’s breathing evens out, and he seems to come back to himself a little. 

“Do you think you’re up for another one?” You murmur quietly.

You’re not too sure whether he’s reached his limit or not. At this point, it’s up to him to communicate and tell you.

Noah takes a moment to himself, mulling it over in his head. He looks over at the prostate massager that’s lying on the bed. Eventually, he nods, and turns to look at you, his tear-filled eyes meeting yours.

“I think I can—I think I can take one more,” he says, a little shakily. 

You pause, your hand reaching out to cup his face, your thumb tracing over his jaw.

“Are you sure?” You ask, softly. “This is all up to you.”

Noah nods. “I—I think I need this,” he says, his voice cracking ever so slightly. 

He settles himself once more, going lax as your hand smoothes over his back. You then pick up the prostate massager, thoroughly lubing it up. Slowly, you press the toy inside him. It’s slightly thicker than two of your fingers—which prompts Noah to let out a soft whimper. Once it’s fully settled inside, you adjust it so that it’s pressing against Noah’s sweet spot, before turning it on. Noah lets out a hitched moan at the stimulation. 

He fully gives himself over to the stimulation. He goes lax against your lap. He doesn’t even try to resist or brace against the ruthless pleasure that courses through him. 

“Such a good boy, relaxing and taking everything I give you. You’re doing so well, honey.”

You can hear the tiny little sniffles that he lets out. It’s a tell-tale sign that he’s crying.

“There we go, pup,” you coo. “Just let it all out. I’ve got you.”

Noah lets out the sweetest little noises at the stimulation. Your hand strokes his hip, gently reassuring him.

“Tap my thigh if you need to stop, okay?”

Noah sniffles, and nods. “O—okay,” he whispers.

Noah sounds so genuinely pitiful. It tugs at your heart a little bit.

However, you know that this is exactly what he needs. Sometimes, Noah just needs to be lovingly overwhelmed until he can’t take it anymore. Sometimes, he just needs a good cry. You’re more than happy to provide him with what he needs—and to take care of him afterwards, too.

Noah reaches his hand back in your direction. You entangle your fingers with his, giving his hand a soft squeeze. It’s so adorable how he seeks you out for comfort.

He’s so beautiful like this, looking completely blissed out as he’s overwhelmed with pleasure. His lips are spit-slicked, as he can’t help but drool against the mattress. He lets out the sweetest little whines and whimpers as the pleasure courses through him. Your sweet little pet is completely gone. 

It doesn’t take much longer for Noah to be brought over the edge. He lets out a pitiful whine as the toy presses against his sweet spot, ceaselessly stimulating it. His caged cock jolts, as he cums dry. 

“There we go. Such a good boy,” you coo.

Once Noah’s whines turn pained, you’re quick to turn the toy off and remove it as gently as possible. 

“You’re okay, I’ve got you,” you whisper, your hand gently carding through his hair.

You maneuver Noah off of your lap until he’s resting on his side. You gently wipe away the tears from his eyes, pressing a soft kiss atop his head. The poor thing looks so thoroughly ruined. It makes you feel a tiny bit proud of yourself—proud of the fact that you took such good care of your pup.

You try to be very gentle as you clean him up. You gently dab at his caged cock with the towel, trying to clean him up as best as possible for now. You’re so careful as you run the towel over his hole, cleaning off the remains of lube. Noah lets out a pitiful little whine at the unwelcome stimulation—and so you whisper soft praises and sweet words in order to placate him.

Once you’ve cleaned him off, you lie down on your back, and Noah wordlessly follows, settling himself against your side. Once his breathing seems to come back to normal, he insistently tugs at your shirt, wordlessly urging you to take it off. You comply, and Noah drapes himself over you, his bare chest pressed against yours. He latches onto your collarbone, gently suckling the skin there, leaving light hickeys. He alternates between licking and nibbling at your skin. It’s a little bit ticklish, and you can’t help the tiny laugh that escapes you.

It’s almost too adorable to watch.

Noah clings to you with a death grip, refusing to let go. You whisper sweet praises as you alternate between giving him head scratches, and petting his back. You manage to get him to drink some water, and he happily nibbles at the granola bar that you hand-feed him.

It’s not long before Noah is practically asleep.

You’re well aware of the fact that you need to clean him first, though. You gently tap his shoulder, getting his attention.

“Let’s get you all nice and clean now, hmm?” You carefully suggest.

Noah shakes his head. “I don’t want to get up,” he mumbles.

“Sweetheart, we need to get you cleaned up. You’ll feel so uncomfortable if you don’t take a shower before falling asleep. Once you’re all nice and clean, I promise you’ll get as many cuddles as you want.”

“Don’t want to,” he repeats, tears of frustration welling in his eyes. 

“Oh honey,” you coo. “I know you must be so tired and exhausted, you poor thing. But we need to take your cage off and clean you. You know just how important it is to make sure your cage is clean. I promise I’ll take care of you.”

There’s nothing that you want more than to pull him close and pet his hair until he falls asleep. But you’d hate yourself if you didn’t take proper care of him before he fell asleep.

Noah sniffles so pitifully. He wordlessly nods, before detaching himself from you and clumsily sitting up. You gently wipe his tears away, before pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. Noah gives you a soft little smile in response. You can feel pride blossom in your chest at the fact that you managed to cheer him up, if only a little bit.

You guide Noah into the shower, and help him sit down on the built-in shower bench. Getting a shower bench installed was probably the best idea you’ve ever had. It makes taking care of a sleepy and tired Noah much easier.

You try to get him clean as quickly as possible. You reach for your own body wash, knowing that Noah likes to smell the same as you. You’re well aware of the fact that he’ll begin to grumble if you wash him with any body wash other than your own. Noah sits up for you, though his eyes are closed and he seems to be humming softly. He doesn’t even flinch when you take his cage off and gently clean his cock. After you’ve deemed him clean, you dry him off with a towel, tuck him back into his chastity cage, and help him put on some boxer shorts and a t-shirt.

Noah practically pulls you into bed, tugging at you until you collapse into it beside him. He wastes no time as he rearranges your body into the position that he wants, before unceremoniously draping his limbs over yours. He pulls you impossibly closer, sighing as he buries his face against your chest.

Your hand cards through Noah’s hair, softly petting him. He lets out the sweetest little noises as you spoil him with affection. You press a soft kiss to his forehead, and Noah lets out a little sigh. He snuggles further against you, pressing a clumsy, wet kiss against your jaw.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” he mumbles, nuzzling against your neck.

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Rolls, stretch marks, plush softness—he wants to memorize every bit of it. Trace each inch with his inked hands, his lips following close behind. Leave reverent kisses down the valleys of your stomachs, along the curves of your hips, over thighs that could easily pull him in and keep him there forever, and god, the way he aches to be squashed between the sets of breasts, each one lifted and presented like an offering by the cups that cradle them.

Never could Noah have imagined being this lucky, nor could you have guessed that it would all stem from a late night pillow talk with your girlfriend just a few months ago.

“Noah, really?” Your brow quirks, and the corner of your mouth pulls into a small smirk.

She huffs and aims her foot toward you as you sit at opposite ends of the couch, facing one another.

“Are you telling me you haven’t thought about him like that?”

You catch her foot just in time, holding onto her ankle and lifting it to press a kiss against the bone before moving up her calf. You shrug—it’s not a yes or a no, but the way your face flushes gives you away instantly.

“Oh my god, you have.”

“No, I’ve never—”

“How many times?”

“What?”

“How many times have you fantasized about fucking Noah?”

“I—…” Your face grows completely warm before you duck away, giggling as you feel her shifting on the couch, instantly moving to hover over you.

“Well, if we both have the same… idea, what if we… ask?” She tilts her head, peering down at you, wiggling her brows as a conspiratorial grin spreads across her face.

That’s how you find yourself here, with your shared exception—though Noah could easily be the exception for anyone. There’s just something about his charm that draws people in, makes them fawn after him, and now, here you are, giving him the opportunity he might’ve only imagined in his wildest dreams.

“What’s wrong, lover boy? Cat got your tongue?” your girlfriend teases with a playful grin.

“Nah, he’s drooling too much for that,” you quip back quickly.

You catch the bob of his tatted Adam’s apple as he swallows, and he shakes his head, even reaching up to check that he wasn’t visibly drooling.

“No, you both just look… oh, wow,” he breathes out, sounding completely dazed, his eyes wide and flicking back and forth like he doesn’t know where to look, like he can’t bear to take his gaze off either of you.

“Come here, big boy.” You raise your hand, beckoning him toward you, and he practically leaps from his spot on the bed, barely coordinated, as he scrambles to the edge, settling on all fours to look up at you both.

“God, he’s like an eager puppy,” your girlfriend remarks, reaching out to tangle her fingers in his hair, dragging them back through the strands. “Doesn’t it just make you want to stick a collar on him? Turn him into your good boy?”

It’s a fleeting comment, but one that sends a thrill through Noah, the idea of being your shared pet igniting something hot and eager inside him. He even attempts to flash his best puppy eyes up at the two of you, desperate and willing.

While her fingers drag through his hair, your own hand reaches out, fingers pressing beneath his chin and gliding up along his cheek. He leans into the touch eagerly, pressing into your palm as if starved for affection, practically preening under the soft attention you’re both giving him.

Then you’re leaning down and catching him in a heated kiss, one he instinctively groans into, especially as your tongue snakes into his mouth and brushes against the cool metal of his tongue piercing, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Oh, that’s a good boy…” comes your girlfriend’s breathy praise as Noah rises onto his knees, hands reaching out—one settling at the curve of your hip, fingers digging into the plush flesh to both ground himself and pull you closer, while the other travels along your girlfriend’s thick thigh, caressing her skin before sliding up over her ass.

The touch earns him a sharp tug of his hair, and he grunts into the kiss, teeth catching on your lower lip just before you pull away.

“Fuck…” he breathes out, entirely undone, and when he looks back at the two of you, pupils blown wide, heavy with lust, all he can think is; you’re both about to devour him.

“On the bed, you.” Your girlfriend gives your ass a playfully harsh spank that makes you yelp and smirk, quickly crawling up onto the bed. You move further back until you turn around to look at them both.

“Now, why don’t you show us…” Her voice trails off as she leans in, gliding a hand down Noah’s bare chest and stomach until she presses it over his boxers, feeling the full thickness of his already hard cock through the fabric.

“Oh, you are a big boy,” she murmurs, and Noah just grins back at her, beaming with pride. He’s never been shy when it comes to his dick—between the size of it and his ability to use it, he’s always had reason to be confident.

“You’re going to have to get her nice and wet if you want to fuck her,” she breathes against his jaw, lips teasing his skin. He lets out a needy, near whining “please,” like there’s nothing in the world he wants more than to taste you.

Releasing him, she nudges him toward the bed and shifts herself to follow, coming up to settle beside you before shuffling in behind you against the pillows, her legs on either side, caging you in comfortably between her thighs.

“Spread them nice and wide now, baby,” she whispers into your ear, catching the shell between her teeth and making you gasp as your thighs open for Noah, who’s already knelt on the bed, gazing up with raw hunger in his eyes.

She spanks each thigh, making you yelp and squirm, your legs parting wider under her command. Her fingers trace over the front of your pretty lingerie, feeling the wetness already pooling against the fabric, then beckons Noah closer.

He sinks between your thighs with ease, his hands slipping beneath them to brace and pull you closer, while her fingers slide the fabric aside. His mouth finds you instantly, tongue dragging in one long stroke up your slit.

The sensation makes you arch into him, head falling back against your girlfriend’s shoulder as she dips to press kisses along the column of your neck. Your body quickly grows hot beneath the layers of touch.

His mouth and tongue work you in eager, practiced strokes, drawing out breathy whines, until you suddenly gasp, feeling him pull away.

“Calm down, pretty boy. That’s not how she likes it, is it, baby? You like it slower.” Her fingers comb back through Noah’s hair, tugging gently to pull him back just enough to guide him, and it draws a groan from deep in his throat.

He can’t resist looking up, and behind you, you hear your girlfriend gasp, her teeth grazing your ear as she leans in and whispers, “Open your eyes, baby. Look at how pretty he looks down between your thighs. I bet he’s been dreaming about this just as much as I have.”

She purrs the words, and they send a visible shiver through you.

Truthfully, you’ve allowed yourself the silent indulgence of fantasizing about another, and while you never would’ve admitted it before now, the faceless man in those fantasies often morphed into Noah.

From this angle, he’s a sight to behold—desperate hunger still burning in his blown pupils, like all he wants is to worship you. His tongue follows the slow, deliberate guidance of your girlfriend, but his eyes remain fixed on you. Yours can barely stay open, fluttering with every roll of his tongue against your sensitive clit.

When he shuffles closer, his mouth presses more firmly, sneakily trying to return to his usual rhythm, but the sharp tug of her fingers in his hair makes him relent—at least a little.

“Slow, nice and slow…” she instructs, and he groans against you, savoring the way you melt across his tongue. His eyes flutter shut as if he’s tasting something divine, while each stroke of his tongue pulls breathy moans from your lips.

You can feel it building, that delicious heat low in your belly, the slow rise of your climax. Your girlfriend’s free hand moves across your chest, freeing your breasts from the cups that held them, cupping and squeezing each before teasing at your nipples. The stimulation draws another moan from you, and it catches Noah’s attention.

His eyes light up.

With her guidance, she draws him upward, and though his mouth moves, it doesn’t leave you untouched. He trails reverent kisses across the skin exposed by the cutouts of your lingerie, worshipping every inch, every curve. His hands slide from beneath your thighs to roam across your stomach, caressing gently, cradling you, pulling you closer as he nestles between your thighs with an almost instinctive ease.

When he finally reaches your chest, his mouth finds your nipple, lashes fluttering as he looks up at you from beneath them. His tongue swirls around the sensitive bud, and when your hand finds the back of his neck and gently urges him forward, he latches on. The pressure of his mouth makes your back arch to meet him.

“Noah…” you moan softly, your fingers curling into his hair and giving a tug.

His mouth tightens around your nipple while one hand slides back down, trailing over your stomach and between your thighs. He hooks his fingers into your underwear, tugging them down and away in one swift motion before slipping his fingers between your folds. He circles your clit slowly with his middle and ring finger before dipping lower, sliding them into your soaked cunt.

They’re long and slender, burying into you with such ease it makes you cry out. Your hips arch to meet him as he curls them inside you, making a soft ‘come hither’ motion—finding that sweet spot with practiced precision, determined to draw your orgasm out from deep within.

Even now, when your own eyes are heavy and hooded, you catch the softness still lingering in his expression, the reverence, the awe. His gaze never leaves yours. His mouth teases your nipple with tongue and teeth, and the cool press of his metal tongue piercing against the sensitive nub is almost too much.

“Give it to me,” you hear him murmur, his voice low and wrecked.

His fingers continue their slow, insistent rhythm, pumping deep while rubbing that weak spot on your inner wall—the one he’s desperate to claim. You can feel yourself tightening around him, all the telltale signs of your climax falling perfectly into place.

The moment you fall apart, you’re trembling in your girlfriend’s embrace, your body wrecked with aftershocks while Noah continues his touch, relentless in the way he pushes you through it. You barely have a chance to catch your breath, let alone come down from the high, before he’s maneuvering the both of you with surprising ease.

It’s effortless the way he moves you, lifting and rolling you both until you find yourself straddling his head, his mouth back between your thighs. His tongue lies flat and firm against your clit, guiding you through the crashing wave of your climax, coaxing the last ripples of pleasure from your body as you shudder above him.

Instinctively, your hand reaches out for the headboard to steady yourself, your other clutching at the sheets. Your girlfriend watches eagerly, one hand already slipped down the front of her panties, fingers working her clit as she watches you unravel all over again—completely at Noah’s mercy.

“Noah!” you cry out, thighs trembling around his head. He’s pushing you beyond any sensation you’ve ever experienced, and you can barely hold on, clutching at the headboard while his large hands grip your ass, keeping you firmly pressed to his mouth, your thighs crowding in around him.

You’d be worried about crushing him if it weren’t for the way he’s latched onto your clit, his mouth forming a relentless suction while his tongue flicks and teases the sensitive bundle of nerves, dragging you through your climax, and then some.

“Please, Noah…” you breathe, voice shaking. “I can’t… I’m gonna…”

You don’t even know what you’re about to say, maybe that you’re going to collapse, or melt entirely, but the pressure is building, something different stirring inside you. It feels like you might pee, and the second you try to warn him, he only pulls you closer, as if begging to be drenched in whatever you have to give.

The soft touch of your girlfriend’s hand on your body should ground you, but instead, it heightens everything. The added stimulation is enough to send you careening over the edge again, your entire body violently shaking as your thighs clamp around Noah’s head and a sudden gush escapes you, squirting directly into his mouth and across his face.

It’s only his strong hands and your girlfriend’s steadying touch that keep you upright, though you’re barely holding yourself together. Aftershocks roll through you, leaving you whimpering, hips twitching every time Noah dares another teasing lick against your overstimulated cunt—like he’s still hungry, still searching for more.

When you finally climb off him, your thighs are shaking, and you collapse back onto the bed, practically giddy. Noah just lies there, marveling at the sight of you both. It’s your girlfriend who dives in for a kiss, leaning over him and stealing the taste of you from his mouth while you float in that blissful haze, still coming down.

“That’s never… oh wow. I’ve never done that before,” you admit, a little breathless, a little embarrassed, feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

Their kiss breaks at your revelation, and Noah immediately sits up with a surprised, “Never?”

You shake your head with a soft hum, your girlfriend leaning down to kiss you, her lips gentle at first. “That’s just not acceptable,” Noah murmurs, and just as her tongue slips into your mouth, letting you taste the blend of Noah and yourself, your legs are being spread again.

It’s subtle at first, like he’s trying to sneak back between your thighs, but then he’s fully there, your girlfriend helping guide your legs open and back as she pulls away just enough to whisper against your lips: “I think he should do it again.” Not that you have much of a say in it now. Noah’s already nestled between your thighs, and you’re so sensitive it makes your eyes roll back the second his mouth makes contact, but he can’t help himself.

He dives in like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, devouring your cunt with complete abandon, making the most obscene sounds each time his tongue gathers more of your wetness and cum. He circles and rolls over your clit before his mouth closes around it again, messier this time—sloppier, hungrier.

He’s eating you out the way he wants to now. The way he needs to, and this time, his fingers join in—slipping deep inside you with a singular goal: to coax another orgasm from you, and make you squirt all over him again.

Your girlfriend coaxes him with praise, cooing down at him while she watches, leaning in to tease your nipples and kiss every inch of skin she can reach. You’re left completely at his mercy, trembling and overwhelmed, until you’re falling apart all over again.

You’re certain you blackout from the overwhelming pleasure, your forehead slick with sweat as you lay back against the pillows, your body still reeling from another orgasm coaxed out of you by Noah. He can’t seem to get enough, practically giddy as he settles beside you, your girlfriend beaming on the other side.

“Hydration time,” Noah remarks, and the sound of water seems like heaven, until you’re watching him drink from the bottle and pass it over you to your girlfriend, but instead of offering it to you directly, they each take a mouthful, and then Noah grips your jaw, fingers pressing gently at your cheeks to open your mouth. He leans in and slowly spills the water into your waiting mouth.

It’s possibly the most erotic experience you’ve ever had while sharing water. After you swallow, your girlfriend follows his lead, finishing it off with a kiss. Then they repeat the process, again and again, occasionally slipping their tongues into your mouth when they kiss you afterwards, until over half the bottle is gone between the three of you.

When you glance down, Noah’s boxers are practically soaked through with precum. Your hand rubs over the damp fabric, feeling the way he twitches beneath your touch, already so sensitive to even the slightest stimulation.

“I know what I want now.”

Your gaze locks onto him, and you lick your lips with a devious smile now that you’ve come back down to earth. Shifting on the bed, you push him back by his broad shoulders, climbing over to straddle him. You remove the top half of your lingerie, exposing every inch of yourself for him to admire. His cock throbs and aches beneath you as you slide down to straddle his thighs instead.

Gripping the waistband of his boxers, your girlfriend moves beside you. Her fingers join yours, and together you begin inching his boxers down, revealing the long, thick girth of his cock—his tip flushed red and glistening with precum.

“Oh, so big,” you breathe, marveling at the sight, your eyes widening at just the thought of how he’ll feel inside you.

“So pretty,” your girlfriend adds with a soft murmur. Her fingers trail down the prominent vein along his shaft, watching the way he twitches as she nears the sensitive tip. She dares to run a finger along the slit, more precum leaking out as she lifts her finger to her mouth and licks it clean with a satisfied hum.

“Wait… is that—?”

You both catch a glint of something else as Noah reaches down with a large hand, gripping his cock and pulling it back lightly to reveal the full extent of his apa piercing, a cocky smirk spreading across his face.

“It is,” he answers before either of you can finish the thought. With a slow stroke, he groans, pushing up toward the tip and letting you watch more precum trickle out. Before it can go to waste, your girlfriend dips down, catching it with her tongue against his shaft. His groan deepens, head falling back as she travels up to the tip, deliberately teasing her tongue around the piercing.

When she finally pulls away, she does so with a wet pop, like she’d just been sucking on a lollipop, her lips curving into a smirk.

As you raise yourself up, she reaches beneath you, tugging his boxers fully down and off. You shuffle back into place, ready to take everything he’s so desperately offering.

The plush of your thick thighs brackets him as you straddle his hips, and Noah just about groans, his cock twitching and throbbing at the idea of being squeezed between them. He wants nothing more than to pull your girlfriend down onto his face this time, to be squished between you both in some overwhelming, perfect way, but instead, he waits—patiently, letting you both take the lead, his eyes hazy with drunken lust as he watches the way you roll your hips, grinding against his shaft, coating him in your wetness.

Your girlfriend reaches between you, adding a generous amount of lube to the mix. “You’re a big boy—we need you nice and slick if you wanna get it in,” she giggles, and the sound of your laughter mixing with hers is pure music to his ears.

You lean forward, pressing your hands to his stomach to brace yourself, using your cunt to lather him up further with lube and slick. Her hand stays between you, helping to stroke along the underside of his shaft, before sneaking in a quick, teasing press to your clit.

“Gotta get you nice and wet too, baby,” she purrs, leaning in to brush her mouth over yours in a teasing kiss.

Noah all but whines at the sight, and the lack of direct attention.

“Oh, does baby boy want a kiss?” she teases, glancing down at him with a smirk.

“P-please.” His voice comes out strained, breath hitching as he tries to lean up, his hips bucking beneath you. The movement presses his cock against your folds, and he relishes in the feeling as they part and wrap around him. Each slick grind sends his piercing brushing against your clit, making you jolt with pleasure.

“Well? Kiss him, baby.” Your girlfriend’s voice is a soft purr, her hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. There’s a smirk on her lips as she guides you down toward him. Your hands slip further up his chest for balance, and when your mouth meets his, it’s a teasing brush—barely a kiss—before you fully capture his lips.

He takes the lead instantly, pulling you into something slow and needy.

Behind you, your girlfriend shifts, slipping her hand between your bodies. She grasps his thick shaft, guiding the pierced tip between your folds. The cool press of the metal catches just right, making your thighs tremble and a moan slip from you into Noah’s mouth.

As she teases your entrance, she presses her palm gently to your back, guiding you down with patient control. Her voice is a soft murmur of praise in your ear, encouraging and tender as you begin to sink onto him.

Your cunt stretches slowly around him, the thick weight of him making you whine as you try to accommodate it, every inch pushing you closer to the edge once more before he’s even fully inside, and when you finally sink down onto him, you let out the deepest of moans, rocking your hips slowly to savor the full sensation he brings. You feel the way his piercing presses deeply against your inner walls, each slow roll of your hips dragging it along sensitive spots and making you tremble as it brushes over one in particular.

You start off slow, steady, your hands planted on his stomach as you ride him, clenching around him tightly and feeling how his hips buck in response. When you glance down at him, he looks like the picture of pure bliss, but your view is quickly obscured as your girlfriend moves to straddle him, sinking herself slowly toward his face. His hands fly up to grip her thighs, dragging her closer until she’s settled in place, seated right against his mouth.

Noah’s sure this has to be what heaven feels like—being squished between two sets of thick thighs. His mouth and tongue are put to work as your girlfriend grinds herself against him, the metal of his tongue piercing flicking against her clit for that extra jolt of stimulation, and then there’s you, riding him, grinding yourself down on his cock despite how thick he feels inside you.

Other than the roar of blood rushing in his ears from the overwhelming sensation, he can still hear the way you moan and whimper, hips rolling steadily. He feels the tight, pulsing drag of your walls along his cock with every movement. His hands roam both of you, gripping at thighs, your curves, your love handles, your breasts, anything to ground himself as he’s pulled apart and dragged deeper into bliss.

The coil tightens in his stomach. Every drag of your cunt along his length, every push of him deeper into you sends a tremor through him, pushing him closer to the edge. He wants to last, but he doesn’t know how much longer he can. Muffled sounds slip from him as his mouth stays buried between your girlfriend’s thighs, tongue diving deeper into her, making her cry out louder as she starts to buck her hips, fucking herself on his tongue as best she can.

“Fuck, that’s it—right there, mhmm… God,” she gasps.

Her head falls back, and a near cackle of a moan escapes her lips as she reaches down, fingers rubbing her clit, chasing her own climax. She doesn’t squirt the way you did, but there’s still a generous gush of her release as she cums—Noah eagerly lapping it up while she grinds down on his face, coating him in it.

“That’s a good boy. Don’t waste a drop,” she murmurs, fingers tangling in his hair and gripping tight, keeping him pressed right where she wants him. She leans back toward you, turning her head to capture your mouth in a kiss while your hands continue to roam her.

The two of you are using him like your own personal toy, and it’s a dream come true.

Even when his climax crashes into him, it steals every breath from his lungs. He trembles and jerks beneath you, no time or space to warn you it’s coming, but you know, because you feel it. You feel yourself clench around him, milking him, and he moans into your girlfriend’s cunt again, an incoherent plea, but not for you to stop. He wants you to keep going, to drain him completely.

It’s no surprise when you feel it deep inside: thick and hot, his release filling you in heavy spurts, more than your body can even hold, a load to match the size of his cock. The wet sounds of his cum mixing with your own arousal only spur you on, pace quickening as you ride him through it.

He squirms beneath you, fingers digging into the thickest parts of your flesh, holding on for dear life, like if he doesn’t, he’ll float away entirely, lost in the sheer euphoria of being used, worshipped, and utterly ruined by the both of you.

With a breathless laugh, you ease yourself off him, feeling the slow trickle of his cum begin to leak out. Noah groans, his cock twitching beneath you as you crawl your way across the bed to your girlfriend, who’s already pulled herself back from him and laid out beside him, waiting.

As her thighs fall open, instinct draws you between them. You lean in to kiss her, heated, messy, all teeth and tongue, as you lower yourself, her hands roaming over you, tugging you down and closer.

Your cunt presses against hers, her hips already grinding eagerly up against nothing—until you feel the slick, messy smear of Noah’s cum coating your folds as it spreads between the two of you. The filthy, wet heat only makes her moan into your mouth.

Behind you, the bed dips as Noah shifts. He leans forward and presses a kiss to your ass cheek, then follows it with a playful bite and a sharp spank that makes you moan and giggle into the kiss. The jolt of pleasure shoots straight through you, and then his hands are on your hips, gripping tightly, tugging you into position.

His hand reaches down to stroke himself, still coated in the mixture of cum and lube. He moves closer, teasing his cock along your slit, making you gasp, before slipping lower and pressing it between your girlfriend’s folds instead. Slowly, his hips push forward, and he sinks into her with a low groan.

Her moans break your kiss, her head falling back against the pillow as his cock stretches her open. His hands trail up your back, sliding along your sides, squeezing your curves as he leans in and presses a trail of kisses down your spine. Then he draws his hips back, and snaps forward, filling her deeply again.

“Fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth, groaning when her hands reach up past you to grasp him, dragging him down until you’re sandwiched between them both.

He picks up the pace, thrusting deeply, rhythmically, until you can barely keep kissing her through the sounds she’s making, but then suddenly, he slips out of her, leaving her gasping, already left missing the feeling, while he’s lining himself up with your entrance and plunging deep into you.

Your mouth falls open with a moan as his body presses down against your back, hips rolling steadily as he drives into your tight, slick cunt. He begins to alternate his thrusts between the two of you, slipping between folds and into soaked, clenching walls, dragging moans and whimpers from both your lips.

It’s messy and loud—the obscene sound of wetness and smacking hips echoing off the walls, the thick scent of sex hanging heavy in the air. When Noah finally pulls back, he rolls you onto your back, laying you right on top of your girlfriend.

“Hold her thighs open,” he instructs, and she obeys without hesitation, gripping your thighs and pulling them wide open, keeping your legs pinned back for him.

You’re completely spread for him now, his cum still dripping out of you, until he pushes back in and sinks deep again, fucking you right there on top of your girlfriend, her hands locked tight around your thighs to hold you open for him.

It’s obscene. Pornographic. Something you wish you could see from the outside, to take in how utterly ruined you look like this—splayed wide, him pounding into you with practiced, devastating precision. The drag of his cock hits perfectly, and when the swollen head of it presses again and again against that one spot, it sends you flying.

Your legs start to tremble, and then you break. You cum with a cry, your entire body locking up as you squirt around his cock, the gush soaking both of you as he fucks you through it, not stopping even for a second as he chases your pleasure deeper.

Noah looks like a cat who got the cream, utterly smug with the way you came around his cock—how your body still trembles as the aftershocks roll through you. He can’t help but feel proud of how far gone you are, and instead of letting you go, he keeps rolling his hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His cock drags through your fluttering walls until one more perfectly placed thrust brushes that same spot, making you squirt around him again.

You cry out, body wracked with shudders from the overstimulation, pleasure teetering on the edge of pain. Finally, he slips out of you—slick and soaked, and sinks into your girlfriend once more, leaning over to capture your mouth in a teasing kiss.

“It’s only fair she gets to cum too, right?” he whispers against your lips.

You nod, breath trembling, and he kisses you deeper, feeding his groans into your mouth as your girlfriend’s hands begin to roam across your skin. Noah rolls his hips into her, thrusting deeply, syncing his own nearing climax with hers. He can feel the way her walls tighten around him as she gets closer.

“Come on, baby. I know you wanna cum for me,” he murmurs—though the words are still pressed against your lips.

Then his hand sneaks down between your thighs, fingers circling your overstimulated clit while he keeps fucking her beneath you. His cock drags deeper inside her, angling just right to hit the spot that makes her cry out in those higher pitched moans. You feel her tense beneath you, her nails digging into the flesh of your thighs as she finally breaks.

She cums hard around him, her body writhing, a whimper escaping almost immediately from the sensitivity that follows. She holds on as long as she can, letting him stay buried inside her, her walls clenching tight around his cock, milking him with every flutter.

The heat in his stomach builds again, his release drawing closer as he tries to hold back, watching you both come undone beneath him, until finally, he follows, spilling thick, heavy ropes of cum deep inside her.

It takes more than a moment for all of you to come down. You and your girlfriend are the ones to crawl back up the bed, while Noah—still full of energy, insists on retrieving something sweet. There’s a joke to be made about another hydration break, but Noah just pauses at the door, glancing back at the two of you with a cheeky grin etched across his face.

“Something better than that,” he remarks before slipping out of the bedroom.

Settling back against the pillows, you reach out for your girlfriend. Her arm wraps around you as she pulls you close, fingers gently brushing your hair back from your face.

“So? Worth it?” she asks, a sly tease in her voice.

You hum softly. “I’m not sure we can make a final judgment yet.”

“Oh?” She leans back a little to look down at you, raising a brow. “And why’s that?”

“Because…” You smirk, gesturing toward the sound of footsteps bounding up the stairs. “I don’t think someone’s quite finished yet.”

Noah returns with the plate of fruit, somehow still moving with a spring in his step—his excitement palpable, despite the fact that you’d now both milked him through two orgasms. He’s practically buzzing, like a kid on Christmas morning, and honestly, you can’t help but find it endearing.

When he climbs back onto the bed, he slips himself between the two of you, picking up a piece of fruit, but it’s your girlfriend who swoops in to steal the grape, popping it into her mouth before flashing it in your direction, still held between her teeth. Shifting slightly, you lean over Noah to meet her. His eyes go wide beneath you, filled with anticipation and excitement, his mouth slightly open and tongue out like he might catch whatever falls the moment you bite the small bit of grape she’s offering.

You laugh at first, but it quickly melts into a moan as your lips meet hers. Her hand cradles the back of your head, keeping you close in the kiss, while Noah leans up between you both, planting needy kisses along your necks. Even now, his large, tattooed hands continue to explore, roaming every inch, every curve of you both, never letting either of you go untouched or not worshipped for long, something he fully intends to keep doing all night.