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Pull my hair.

[ Noiz gives a soft grunt as he rearranges his body, then shoves his face more firmly between Steve's legs again. Tasting his own release, tasting Steve and letting him rock his ass onto his tongue as he gets him off again is enough to have him grinding lazily against the sheets as he continues.

He tries to move once he feels Steve getting close. Keeping his fingers circling inside of him, Noiz returns his mouth to his cock. ]

[Steve twists the fingers of one hand into Noiz's hair, gripping tight and tugging roughly. He maintains a tension that he's only vaguely aware of, the other hand dragging down the side of Noiz's face. The tips brush along the other consort's jaw and press lightly against his own cock inside the blond's mouth.

The only sounds he makes are the breathy moans of Noiz's name and a soft uhn each time the man's fingers move and hit his prostate.

He knows better now, as a second orgasm hits the peak and crests over - never challenge Noiz unless he's absolutely sure he wants to be bested. Steve's muscles tighten as he comes, spilling down Noiz's throat as he gasps.]

[ The hand in his hair is good, a nearly-painful reminder that he's with someone who wants him. Noiz loves that as much as the sensations themselves. Steve is warm against him and inside of him, and Noiz swallows his release without hesitation when he comes.

The taste he could live without, admittedly. Noiz pulls off of his cock slowly, curling his tongue around the head to clean away the last few drops of cum as he sits up and lets Steve down again. ]

You're right, we really should be going.

[ His own arousal can wait or be ignored for now. Noiz is definitely still grinning and satisfied as he slides off the bed and starts fetching his clothes to put back on. ]

[Steve sits up as quickly as he can, which is slower now that he's post a second orgasm, and reaches out to grab Noiz's arm. He misses.]

Alright.

[Dropping his hand back to his side, Steve slides to the edge of the bed. After a few moments to get all his limbs moving again, he stands and picks up his own clothes. He's meticulous as he puts them back on, even if it won't matter. Everyone at the party should have heard by now that Steve's mistress gave him to another for the night. The bruises, now with the other consort's mixed in, will only confirm the story.

He pauses in front of a mirror to smooth down his hair, fingers brushing over his still red lips. His mouth quirks.]

I'll think of you until we meet again.

You flatter me.

[ Noiz is less careful with his clothes. He arranges the chain of the necklace his master gave him over his collarbones and inside his shirt, then the belt and layers of his clothes.

He meets Steve's eyes and smiles back. ]

I'll think of you, too.

part two

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