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The Artifact	By : PandaBearzh Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy XIII-2 Views: 1996 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Noel, Hope

The trek back through the woods took about thirty minutes on foot – an egregiously longer amount of time than it had taken to sprint though it. Noel followed his friend’s direction closely. Hope seemed to be able to tell the right path easier than he could, but the brunette didn’t hold it against himself. During the chase, the only landmark that he had been paying attention to was his moving target. At the time, he considered any stationary life as equipment he could use to propel himself after Caius. But something nagged at him, and even as he recalled what had happened aloud, there were certain bits of information that he had omitted. For example, he didn’t mention the surprise he had experienced at the dexterity of Caius’ movements. Caius was a rock. He could evade with the best of them, but he had never known him to necessarily weave in and out of obstacles the way that he had done in the forest. It was almost as if he was lighter. Perhaps he wasn’t wearing his armor at the time? That would explain why his form had appeared a little smaller. But why? Caius always wore his armor. Was it so he could run faster? The Caius he knew could run faster than the Traveler with his armor equipped. No, it was strange, and it wasn’t even the just dexterity that bothered him. It was the way that he moved altogether. It was as if he had become a different person. Why had he used magic to attack him instead of his sword? The risk of being heard seemed too high for a Ruinga spell in comparison to a melee attack of his sword. Was he trying to protect Yule? He usually stuck loyally by her side but so far he had yet to see a Yule from any time or age. Had Caius changed so completely from the man that he once knew?
“Something wrong?” Hope asked him. Wasn’t that Noel’s line? “You stopped talking suddenly.”
“Oh!” The realization dawned over him softly, and he snapped back to the present, “Uh, I just can’t wait to sit down.” Hope’s lips puckered apart for an instant but then continued escorting Noel out of the woods. They both knew that Noel was lost in thought about something, but Hope had faith that he would learn about it in due time. He hadn’t been very keen to immediately discuss what had occurred to his imprisonment, so he found himself almost overwhelmingly eager to show Noel the same courtesy and respect his friend’s silence. It became then that neither male felt obligated to speak, so neither was compelled to do so. By the time they had reached the village, the silence had almost become uncomfortable. It straddled the line of unbearable social exclusion and the sort of reserved peace one might feel dining comfortably with a close friend. Either way, Noel found himself glad to finally duck into Hope’s quarters.
The room was a little on the small side but it was probably only due to the strange shape. While many of the other rooms and homes found themselves to have circular symmetry, Hope’s room appeared to resemble a domed trapezoid. Against the farthest wall Hope’s desk was pushed, housing multiple documents and little bottles of dark, rust colored liquid. Ink, Hope had explained, was created by mixing the blood of various creatures with specific crushed seeds. In the end, although the color resembled old blood it smelled more like burnt coffee beans. The smell wasn’t too strong, but all the same, Hope always kept the vials tightly secured. Immediately to the left sat rustic looking storage trunk where Hope kept his clothing and blankets for the bed.
The bed itself was a welcome sight for Noel, and he threw himself onto it roughly, making it skid and crash against the carved wall. The entire room appeared den-like in nature, having been partially carved out of a gigantic formation of elder tree stumps.
“Careful,” Hope reminded, letting the curtain close softly behind him. It was heavy enough that it barricaded the heat from the chilled outside air from entering, but it also obliterated the trace moonlight that had previously illuminated the room. The windows had been sealed tightly from the inside, and worked wonders in isolating the small area from both the extreme temperatures of the outdoors and any sunlight that might overheat the interior. Now they worked to stifle any moonlight that tried to seep through their crevices. The room became still, Noel silently burying his face into the warm fur blanket on the cot and Hope counting practiced steps to a small shelf that was affixed on the right wall. There should be a candle on it, he remembered. Matches would be next to it. His fingertips discovered the texture of the candle and then the small match box immediately thereafter. He hated using these things. There was a time when he could light a wick without needing to strike them, but that time had been long enough ago that he had given up on waiting for the skill to return. It took only a moment of struggling, but the matchbox finally came open, and he posed with the splinter between his fingers.
“Need some help?” Noel’s voice floated from the mattress. It sounded like he was burying his face into the pillow now. Hope didn’t answer. He was listening. It wasn’t something that he had noticed at first, but after standing here for a moment something irregular had caught his attention. He swallowed his breath and listened for the presence of another in the room. “Hope?” Noel asked again, lifting his head from its burrowing. Hope struck the match and turned from the shelf, the candle in hand. It was a small flame, but its yellow glow filled the area well enough that he could see that he and Noel actually had been alone.
“Can you smell that?” he asked after a moment. “The cologne?” Noel sat up attentively and dropped his feet back on the floor.
“No. Only the phosphorus,” he answered after a moment of consideration. He couldn’t smell anything different at all. Of course, it wasn’t his room, but normally he had a relatively good sense of smell. “There’s no cologne. I would have noticed it when I came in.”
“Really?” Hope asked in disappointed disbelief. “It’s really light but it almost smells like someone was here…” he trailed off with uncertainty. It was the cologne of a man he had come to get to know almost intimately well. But, he had no purpose being in this room. That man had never touched foot in their village and he would never be welcome to. It would have been impossible for him to have somehow slipped in covertly; stealth just wasn’t his style. “No, you’re right. I guess I’m just imagining it. You must think I’m crazy.”
Noel shook his head, “No crazier than you think I am.” Hope didn’t feel reassured, but nodded anyway.
“I’m sorry, I don’t remember where I put the other candles,” he admitted finally, setting the one down on his desk so he could perch and retrieve additional clothing from the trunk. Noel lifted himself to his feet and stepped over to him. His arms crossed softly as he watched his movements, his eyes gliding down the gentle curve of his back. The dim light did an unfortunately fantastic job of obscuring his form. Even in the forest, Noel hadn’t had an opportunity to really examine what Hope exposed due to the dim moonlight. It had been everything that he could do to just follow his outline back to the town.
“Looks like you got branch-scratched,” he commented softly, reaching out and swiping the pad of his finger along the nearly invisible white streak he had discovered. The mark was about four inches long and expanded a rigidly straight diagonal line on his friend’s shoulder blade. Hope jerked at the contact, losing his balance a little bit by the way he arched away from him. “Whoops,” Noel commented as he immediately retreated his hand, “Sorry, man.”
“It didn’t hurt—you just surprised me that’s all.” He jumped again when Noel’s hand replaced itself, this time a little firmer on his back. His friend’s fingers were moving apart now, stretching his skin lightly in order to get a better look. Hope squirmed and shrugged his shoulders away from his grasp. “What are you doing, I’m fine.” His comment was assertive enough, but his posture didn’t seem to match his words’ conviction. As a way to casually escape from Noel’s attentions – or so he reasoned anyway, he had dropped himself onto his knees in front of the trunk.
“Stop it, just stay still!” Noel argued, grabbing the candle with his free hand and bringing it close to Hope’s skin to better see the markings. Hope chuckled and shook his head softly. How many times had he heard those words? It wasn’t even Raines who was saying them. It wasn’t Rosch either. To how many different people would he yield like this? He waited for Noel to say something, but he didn’t. Instead the candle was replaced on the desk and the touch abandoned his back. ‘Ah. So that’s how you react,’ Hope mused, exhaling coolly. He grabbed the articles he had been searching for and handed them behind them to his friend. Noel seemed reluctant to accept them, but he did, and immediately carelessly tossed them down again. They landed on the floor next to the bed with a heavy splat. Hope spun around and glared at the younger male.
“What’s your problem?” he demanded. Noel’s eyes focused curiously, his lids quirking together lightly.
“Problem?” he echoed. His head tilted to the side as he studied his smaller friend.
“Just say it.”
Noel said nothing. What was there to say? ‘Gee Hope, that sucks that you got whipped. Seems like an average thing for a prisoner though. What a bummer that a few of those hits scarred.’ It seemed callous, and Noel wasn’t otherwise good at being the person who charismatically articulated himself through any situation. Unfortunately, the lack of reaction appeared to be hurting him more greatly than what any insensitive remark would have. Hope’s brow furrowed deeper and he slammed the lid of the trunk down. In a flash, he was on his feet and pressing into Noel’s space. “I don’t want your damn pity! I thought I made that clear.”
“I don’t pity you,” Noel reminded softly. The four words were tiny in measure, but seemed to somehow hold great significance and their truth caught Hope off guard. Noel grinned gently at the captain’s face falter. He could feel his hot breath break on his face and imagined the rate that his blood boiled under those scars. ‘I must be a bad person,’ he decided, leaning in to stroke his lips against Hope’s, ‘but whenever he gets like this…’ His lids grew heavier and descended as he transferred his gesture into a kiss. Hope’s eyes appeared to grow in surprise but he didn’t push him away. In fact, he rather seemed to appreciate it after he got over being stunned. It definitely wasn’t Noel’s imagination that Hope was beginning to kiss him back. After about four seconds of bliss, Noel shattered the moment and slipped two fingers over Hope’s lips.
“Ok. Yes. A little crazy.” Noel commented with a short pant, registering the way that Hope’s lips were beginning to part behind his fingertips. The hot moist breath that he exhaled on them made Noel’s resolution sway dangerously out of line. It was almost as if he were testing Noel to see how long he would hold them there. There was a slight glint of mischief in Hope’s eyes, and Noel searched them for an explanation. Hope’s lips were tantalizingly soft to the touch, and the warmth of their affections buzzed over his fingers until Noel moved to lower his hand.
Quickly, Hope stopped him, seizing his wrist and guiding the fingers ever so teasingly into his mouth where he soon began to massage them with his tongue. Noel staggered at the action and became quickly mesmerized at watching Hope’s lips envelop him. His fingers twitched anxiously inside of his mouth, probing the soft muscle that massaged them lightly. He then swallowed as Hope began sucking on them, swirling the warmth and saliva over all of the nerve endings his fingers possessed. That heat was crawling inside of his nerves through his palm, down his elbow and into the rest of his body now. The sensation was a drunken elixir of heat and arousal, and it captivated him into a trance. Hope’s tongue continued to work its magic, and he began to bob his head back and forth on him slowly, pulling him deeper and then allowing the cooler air to chill his joints.
Noel swallowed and shifted his weight to the other foot. His breathing was starting to become haggard while his heart rate increased generously from one second to the next. Hope was being incredibly cruel teasing him like this, but Noel couldn’t bring himself to end it. His friend was moving closer to him now, and gazed up at him seductively. A firm grope on his sex enticed a surprised groan from Noel’s throat, and he discovered that his own free hand was starting to snake around Hope’s waist. His skin was warm smooth, and inviting. Hope’s hand groped at him strongly again and Noel ripped his fingertips from his mouth so he could lift the other male to straddle his hips. Simultaneously, Hope’s arms circled his neck and pulled him back down again, demanding the return of his lips onto his own.
They locked together as the captain felt his weight leaving the floor. Instinctively, his knees folded to secure his position and his hands sifted through Noel’s damp hair. He could feel his friend’s tongue slither along his lower lip and he met it there with his own. The kiss they had previously shared that first day ignited his memory and demanded more and more from him. Even though Noel’s skin was rather cool, it was quickly warming to his touch. Had he ever experienced a sweeter tasting kiss? Hope couldn’t remember a time. Noel’s mouth was hot and wet with the passion he had ignited and Hope bravely dove his tongue into it, sliding against his friend smoothly. Noel’s fingers were squeezing at him now, his left handed ring finger deciding to explore the curvature of the space between. There wasn’t much that he could feel through the fabric, but the idea alone of having those fingers diving into his body had it twitching and him moaning into their affections.
His hand snared a tuft of brown hair and he pulled it back gently, extending Noel’s neck for him to feast on. Demandingly he attacked it, exploiting the areas he knew were closer to the major blood veins. His lover gasped when he was nipped, and Hope pulled himself harder against him in an attempt to grind his sex against his abdomen. It was extraordinarily exciting to feel the way that the younger male shuddered before him when he exploited those areas. His lips trailed softly down his muscles before sucking and biting at the crook of his neck softly. Noel’s Adam’s apple danced for him when he kissed it but his friend jerked his head free before he could tease it. Quickly and half-hazardly, he spun them to the right and kicked the desk chair out of the way. Not seconds later, Hope found himself being roughly dropped on the wooden surface of his desk. The inks rolled off with a clamor, shattering upon the impact they made with the floor. The candle survived with a soft twirl, the light coming from the tiny flame tinting Hope’s chest a pale yellow.
Noel quickly gathered his hands from behind his neck and pinned his wrists together against the wall above his head. Luckily, his friend’s wrists were relatively thin so it was easy to then manipulate them together and control them with one hand. His lips crashed against Hope’s again, finding them too addicting to abandon for very long, and he let his other hand trail over his front. Hope’s chest raised and fell against his soft affections, and the man squirmed to get closer to him again. He spread his fingers over him, smitten by the smooth warm muscle that wrestled towards his touch. “Mm,” he cooed, giving a quick bite to Hope’s lower lip before kissing his ear. “Hope…” He grinned into the nape of his neck when Hope rolled his attentions away from him with a shiver. Inch by inch, he covered Hope’s skin, inhaling and enjoying his taste and scent. His right hand held his wrists firmly, and his left freely explored his front. Delicately he teased the skin above the strap line of his pants before slipping his fingertips beneath it. Hope continued panting beneath him, fidgeting to get closer to him again but bucking away from him when he grasped his growing sex.
The table shook violently, knocking the candle from its position. The flame stuffed itself long before it hit the floor, but the embers glowed a bright orange for a few seconds before fading to black. In the darkness, Hope hung his head for the most part in guilt and lesser in shame. Noel was being so good to him, but he couldn’t stop himself from frantically rejecting his attentions there. He wanted it so badly, but he was terrified that he wouldn’t understand what souvenir he had returned with from his five month venture. No, it was more than that. It was what the very object signified. There wasn’t a single time that he had been able to touch himself that he didn’t remember the strict expression of his master and the incendiary grasp of his hands when he had placed it there.
Noel paused in the dark, listening to the soft breathing of his partner. He then ran his hand warmly up Hope’s side in reassurance, returning gingerly to his neck but not releasing his hands. Whatever caused the reaction probably wasn’t the idea of having been touched by a man, Noel decided. If it were the case then Hope never would have lead him on this far. He wouldn’t have let him gather his wrists and tease at his skin. He had felt how stiff Hope had become before he had jerked away from his touch. It must have been something else. Whatever it was, Noel decided, he would have to show Hope that he could trust him once and for all.
“Calm down.” The words brushed into Hope’s ear warmly, raising the hairs on the back of his neck in a pleasant way. Hope sighed inaudibly. He didn’t want to calm down. He didn’t want to stop. It was only that his body had continued to betray him at the worst possible times. He felt a quick peck on his cheek and the hand pinning his wrists disappeared. “Stand up.” Noel’s left hand circled behind his back, and thumbed his spine softly. Hope reluctantly did as he was told, being unable to discover that words needed for any sort of explanation he wanted to provide.
The brunette’s hands brushed his waist warmly, spinning him so that he could face the surface he had previously been seated on. He felt his friend pressing into him from behind, and allowed himself to be manipulated into a straighter position. What was Noel up to? He could feel his left hand trace up his chest from his abdomen before locking securely over his shoulder. His right hand continued smoothly stroking his stomach and he pulled him tight against his body. Being this close to Noel made it possible for him to pick upon the light scent of the blood that remained on his body, but for some reason it didn’t bother him. He felt grounded in this position, and even though Noel was forcibly holding his actions hostage to this position, there was a certain degree of safety in standing against him like this.
“Better, right?” Noel purred into his ear before tracing the rim with this tongue.
“Nh,” Hope agreed, tipping his head back against his friend’s shoulder. The brunette was sucking at his neck now and trying to distract him from the way that his right hand was descending beneath his clothes. It wasn’t something that he could ignore. Anxiety began to blend with his arousal and long before he had realized that he was doing it, Hope had covered Noel’s hands with his own. He tried not to fidget and ground himself back against his friend, but Noel didn’t reciprocate. His right hand slipped deeper into his pants, and he stroked the side and top of Hope’s naked thigh with the side of his thumb. He felt no wounds or marks. No scars. Still, he could tell that his friend was nervous by the way his hands were starting to sweat over his own.
For just a moment he loosened his grasp on his shoulder. Hope immediately pressed himself back against him, affirming with his actions the anxiety that Noel had picked up on. He slipped his left hand over Hope’s and pressed back down on his shoulder again, this time letting Hope experience a little more restriction. Was this the sort of position he had grown used to? Earlier Hope had rejected anything that Noel had done to control him, but now that they were alone in the darkness together, he seemed to be relying on it. Before he had always tried to approach him cautiously, maybe that was the wrong way to go about it. Even now, he was exercising all of his self control in order to take his time with his friend, but the other male was still reluctant to his touch.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he promised kissing his temple and inhaling the erotic perfume that Hope’s hair had been treated with a week prior. Whatever it was, it was driving him crazy. He shifted his hand from the top of Hope’s thigh to his hand span the flat area above his groin. He could feel Hope growing tenser and tenser in his grasp, but it only made him hold him tighter and firmer into position. He couldn’t wait any longer though, and he allowed his exploring to drop down to Hope’s sex.
Hope gasped and leaned against the younger male who didn’t sway. If he was truly uncomfortable after this, Noel had resolved, he would release him. Now though, he realized that he never had to worry about such a signal.
Hope’s head tilted back over his shoulder and Noel could feel moist heat on his neck. With his palm laying above the length of his shaft he pulled his fingertips along the sensitive underside, becoming enthralled immediately by the chorus of notes that buried themselves under each of Hope’s breaths. Hope seemed to be melting into his arms at his motions. He was quickly becoming more erect by the millimeter, and he was already able to feel his friend’s pulse surge lightly through his length.
‘Good God,’ Noel wondered, how had he missed out on this for so long? Hope captured his lips over his shoulder, vibrating groans into his mouth and pressing his heat into the curve of his hand. The speed of Hope’s arousal was perfect and Noel soon found himself pumping his hand around him. His finger tips advanced from stroking the underside of his pride to his tip, and paused when he touched something cold, hard, and unfamiliar. He stroked the area curiously, massaging the flesh around it in order to determine exactly what it was. It seemed like a small metal ball, and it seemed to nest at the underside base of his head. Carefully and curiously, his fingertips searched the area. If Hope wasn’t reacting the way that he was, he might have been alarmed by its presence, but his friend seemed to greatly appreciate his gestures. Wait, there were two balls. His thumb had just discovered another one that protruded from the center of his tip. Abruptly, he dropped his left hand and brought his right away from the area to spin Hope back around and press him against the edge of the desk.
“It’s okay,” Hope fearfully reassured him, bracing the impact with his palms. Noel’s hands had disappeared into the darkness. There was a soft clattering that sounded like Noel had just found the discarded chair, however unintentionally. “It’s like a piercing. Noel?” The older male peered into the room where his friend had vanished and took a step away from the desk. Suddenly, Noel’s hands were on him again, pushing him back down on it before jerking his apparel off of his hips.
“It is a piercing.” The male’s voice drifted up at Hope could hear the amusement in his voice. “Didn’t peg you for the type though.” His friend’s touch returned to his underside for lifting while he kicked his clothes off in the distance somewhere on the floor. Hope could feel his bare skin and realized that somewhere in that time Noel had also removed his own clothes. He opened his mouth to protest his comment, but Noel’s lips on his muffled it before he could even form the words. Again he was dropped unceremoniously, but this time into the chair.
His feet kicked backwardly against the laid floor, and he let his hands discover his knees to support his balance. Noel had undoubtedly moved with him, and was now kneeling before him where he couldn’t quite see. No matter how long he stared into the darkness, he couldn’t make out his shape or form. His eyes just simply refused to adjust.
“It’s not like I-auh,” he groaned, his inner thighs tremble under the attentions of Noel’s lips. The pinch of his teeth invited his muscles to twitch, and despite himself, they jerked lightly away from him. The younger male snared them warmly again and rocketed his palm to his friend’s groin. Now he was much better prepared for the hardware that he would find there.
If Hope’s experience was anything like his, his senses would be amplified. Knowing this, he grasped him at the base and used his thumb to guide him towards his lips. He exhaled slowly and warmly over him, loving the way that his prick almost seemed to dance out of his grip with its twitch. He couldn’t believe how hard Hope had already become, and assumed that it had something to do with the piercing. What he didn’t realize was that the device wasn’t only a piercing. A small tube inside extended deeper inside of him and would work to stimulate him internally when the exterior was attended.
His lips pursed around the ball when he felt Hope’s hand swipe through his hair and realized that he had parted his legs to allow him easier access. Hope’s body weight shifted in the chair with a squeaky creak, but his gasping was starting to get a little quieter. Noel didn’t appreciate the silence and started working to fix it. His tongue rolled over the plug, diving into the tiny space where the smooth chilled surface met the hot and tasty surface of his friend. The reaction was fantastic. Hope appreciated the gesture with a shameless moan and a soft rocking of the hips.
It was true, Hope considered. The only people who knew how to handle a man were men themselves. Noel’s method was a little gentler than Raines, but Raines had rarely stimulated his piercing orally as his friend was. The sensation of the hot sticky saliva was intoxicating. He could imagine what Noel looked like as he took him like this, but the vision kept getting interrupted by the flicks of his friend’s tongue. While his mouth was steamy and soft, his tongue was velvety and coated him perfectly. Hope dug his fingernails into the sides of his knees as a way to prevent himself from distracting the brunette with touches. He was lapping from base to tip now, spending some extra time around the incredibly sensitive underside of his piercing. The sensation shot through him like electricity and erupted out to the rest of his body, making it tingle pleasantly.
The room was starting to become a lot hotter now – or was that just because his skin was becoming hotter? Whatever the reason, Noel appreciated the heat. It surged through the staff in his hand, and moisture was starting to ball under the palm that was stretched over Hope’s hip. He bobbed his head down past his length, trailing his tongue against his shaft until he reached the sensitive area behind, bestowing long sweeping strokes to his sack and drinking in the natural taste of his friend’s skin. Hope’s sounds continued to ascend as his impatient sucks continued to tease him, and soon Noel had enveloped him in his mouth as he had done earlier with his tip. The position was too perfect for him, and Hope kept parting his legs farther apart as if it would help. The brunette grinned slightly and thrashed his tongue around him fearlessly before retreating slightly and sucking on him again. His hand was simultaneously pumping his stiffness evenly, twisting and fondling every bit of skin that he cold grasp. His thumb settled at his tip again, and together with the pad of his pointer finger, began to massage the area around the protruding balls.
“Ahhn—Noel,” Hope pleaded, throwing his shoulders back against the chair and rotating his hips closer. The way that the brunette was tea bagging him would have been intense enough in a hands-free environment. It was driving him absolutely insane and his poor knees received every ounce of it. He wet his lips and jammed his eyes closed – not that it mattered. His own mouth felt strangely vacant and he was starting to crave a solution for it. His skin tingled where Noel was lubricating it, and the heat swarmed over him again. “Noel—”
“Hmmmmm?” Noel hummed devilishly, Hope immediately moaning loudly over his response. He resisted a chuckle and did it again, procuring a similar and amplified response from his friend. Finally, he dipped out of the area, replacing his affections with his hand and stimulating his perineum while he waited for an answer. Instead, Hope wrestled one of his arms over the back of the chair and began to stand, using his perch as a balance. Noel jumped to his feet faster and held him in place. “What do you need?” he demanded, not really recognizing the husky tone that was his voice.
Hope reached for him in the darkness and grabbed at his hips. Once he knew how he was standing, it became easier for him to guess where his manhood was located. His right hand slid down his muscle and grasped him, easing him against his lips. Noel found himself leaning into his mouth, and he steadied himself on the back of the chair. His pride pulsed with need, aching demandingly from having waited so long for touch. It was true that Hope’s voice had alone brought him to this point, but that didn’t mean he was going to forego his chance now.
Hope’s tongue swirled around him as he swallowed him, forcing a surprised groan from his partner’s lips. His method had been advised and practiced many times but Noel was a different partner. It was exciting to be able to explore a person for the first time again, and so far, according to the way Noel was shifting anyway, he was discovering him correctly. His mouth no longer retained the terrible vacant feeling, but Hope still wanted more. He worshiped the erect rod with his tongue, sliding back and forth along its stiffness. His hands worked at his base, squeezing his balls carefully and then a little bit harder. Noel hissed with the pleasure at being serviced in such a manner, and dropped one of his hands to Hope’s head just in case he teased him a little too strongly. His friend retained an easy pace but increased it every so often so that soon Noel was panting over him and nearly thrusting his hips into the captain’s velvety love.
Hope was getting really into it when he made the mistake of grazing his friend accidentally with the very tip of his incisors. Before he had realized what he had done, the hand that had been massaging into his scalp had dropped the back of his neck and forcefully squeezed, stopping the movements of his entire body quite effectively. His muscles danced in recognition and he found himself paralyzed around Noel’s length. Apologetically, he let his tongue continue to lap at him and made an effort to open his mouth wider. In a second, Noel pulled himself out and released his neck, preferring instead to grab Hope’s forearm. He lifted him out of the chair, and jerked him back towards the desk. It wasn’t that Hope had harmed him or angered him—in fact, Noel barely even noticed the sensation—but it was true that his patience was starting to wean to bare proportions.
He caught Hope’s hips and spun him away from him. Then, his arms crossed over his midriff and pulled him with him as he dropped, ensuring that Hope would land with his knees spread on the outside of his own legs. The two males slammed against the desk drawers with a rattling bang that was soon followed by the sound of another shattering vial of ink. It went unnoticed while Noel caressed the side of Hope’s face. The pads of his fingers located the lushness of Hope’s lips and his friend immediately accepted them into his mouth again. He sucked and licked them as he had done with Noel’s cock, shifting his position so that he might be able to grind himself back on Noel’s erection. His cheeks twitched in anticipation, burrowing his length between them.
The brunette grasped Hope’s length and stroked it warmly, running the pad of his thumb over the ball at the end.
“Do you have to take this out?” he impatiently asked, wrongfully believing he understood the device.
“Nn-Hnn” Hope expressed, swirling his tongue around his fingers again. His lips parted more generously, allowing Noel to remove his digits, “There’s a hole. It’s just harder.” He ground his weight against Noel again, forcing a gasp from his friend before he was tipped forward onto his hands on all fours. He felt his finger dive into his hole, and emitted a low groan with the breath that escaped his lungs. His own fingers scratched at the swept floor, running along the veins of the planks but not really noticing their texture. Noel’s finger was soon joined by another, and together they worked to tease that sweet spot inside of him. Acute jolts of pleasure unfolded inside of him, and not before long he found himself arching and pressing back against him for more. Noel’s fingers squeezed his cheeks apart, and Hope found himself surprised to feel a third finger begin to tease and stretch his opening. Soon, another appendage was entered, an appendage that he had no expectation to have business there.
Noel’s hot breath flowed over his underside as he brought himself closer. Was this something Hope would have expected? Probably not. He hadn’t planned on rimming his friend, but the saliva was nowhere near enough lubrication for the pounding he was about to receive. Hope did seem shy about it, and appeared to inch away from him, but Noel held him in place firmly. He had nothing to worry about. If he had, the brunette would have discovered the problem already. His tongue plunged between his fingers and into Hope’s body. Hope tensed on him so he abandoned the area and moved his attentions to nipping at his cheeks and sliding his fingers in and out of him until he relaxed again.
Hope held his position as carefully as he could, unable to be instantly used to the new wet prodding feeling that Noel was giving to him. He much preferred the way his fingers were arcing inside of him and brushing against that sweet spot. In no time he was completely relaxed and moaning again. A finger disappeared and was replaced by his tongue again. What was this? Some sort of kink that Noel had? It seemed completely ridiculous to him until suddenly he had successfully reached deep enough.
“Oh God,” he praised as his elbows buckled. His friend’s body trembled into his mouth and Noel knew that he had done well. He let his tongue explore the canal, slipping in and out almost freely now. Hope had the most perfect ass that he had ever experienced, and he was ecstatic to be able to do this for him. The captain was writhing under his touch and pushing back against him, encouraging him to do anything and everything he might think of. He was surprised that his friend could even breathe with the loud stream of thankful moans and groans tearing from his mouth. Any reservations that Hope previously had about intimacy with Noel evaporated, and he repeatedly called his name, each time just a hint louder than the time before it. Suddenly, the sensation disappeared completely. The foggy mist that had clouded all of his other senses dissipated and Hope brought himself back up onto his palms.
“What—” he managed before interrupting himself with another loud groan. Noel had replaced his tongue with his girth and was steadily burrowing it into him. He pushed his hands off of the floor and leaned back on Noel’s form so he could help him. Noel, surprised by the sudden quick action, fell back against the desk again, surging his length deep inside of Hope and procuring another luxurious testament of the sensation. Hope knew that it would be easier if he bobbed himself up and down on Noel’s rod, and he presumed that it had been Noel’s plan but Hope didn’t want that control any longer. The evening had involved a great deal of pinning, groping, and forcing. Finally he was beginning to accept that it was a method that he preferred. Every day, he was expected to perform at his best and make heavy consequential decisions ‘for the better’ of other people. Now, finally, he found a person that he could elect on his own to make those decisions about his own body. It was wonderful to get a break, and he pushed the guilty feelings out of his mind like they were an unwanted biohazard.
Noel seemed to take the hint, and snuck his grip underneath Hope’s thighs. Together with his legs he carefully lifted and dropped Hope onto his erection. “Damn,” he cursed, tossing his head back against the desk drawers, “Hope, you’re so fucking hot.” He needed more. He needed it faster. He needed it deeper. Hope was clinging to his length, sucking him in and out of his velvety body. He could die like this, he could absolutely die right here and now and he would do it a happy man. He thrust into Hope when he dropped into him, and lifted him again immediately. Hope was in the thick of it too, using the strength in his legs to assist but not control the pace of his penetration.
Finally, this was happening. How long had he been trying to accomplish this act with his strict friend? Noel’s speed kept increasing until he found a pace that he liked. Hope’s hands found his own erection and he smoothed his palm down the shaft and up again in beat to Noel’s actions. The foggy feeling that he had experienced just moments ago was starting to cloud his brain again. All he could think was about how much more he wanted; all he could feel was the friction that rushed in and out of him; and all he could hear was the sound of their grunts and panting come together in unison.
“Again,” he managed between gasps. Yes. They would have to do this again sometime. Noel didn’t appear to register his comment. “Noel, —ahhn—Noel!” His friend’s cock was sliding in and out of him even more quickly now, having been freshly lubricated with semen. Hope grasped himself at his tip, teasing the sensitive area near the piercing while Noel rode his high all of the way out. When he did release, the liquid shot out around the threaded ball that extended just beyond his tip. He reveled in his euphoria for a moment, dropping himself one final time onto his friend.

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