Discipline (21 page)

Noah moaned this time, then opened his mouth and took Tobias in, once, all the way to the back of his throat. He released him right after, going back to licking and nibbling. "Taste so good, Master," Noah said in his hottest, deepest cop voice.

Tobias growled and tugged at Noah's hair with his fingers. When Noah's mouth opened, his eyes dancing with laughter and dark with lust, Tobias shoved in, pushing his cock deep again. "Suck me," he rumbled, his stomach tightening.

He caught Noah off guard, and it took a moment for him to catch up, but Noah followed Tobias' orders not only willingly but with an enthusiasm all his own. Without any hint of urgency, he took Tobias deep down his throat and then pulled back until only the head remained between his lips. He swallowed Tobias down again and pulled back, repeating the pattern evenly and moaning hotly when he was able to get air.

"Jesus," Tobias groaned, watching his prick slide between Noah's lips. "God, yes, pet." He tried not to thrust, not wanting to choke Noah again, but his hips were rocking, and he could feel his orgasm building.

"Soon, pet."

Noah nodded slightly and picked up his pace. He shortened his strokes, sucked harder, swallowed Tobias over and over, encouraging Tobias with his moans and strong fingers dug into Tobias' thighs.

Tobias groaned and tried to keep himself quiet, but as the engine roared and the plane vibrated around them he decided it wasn't that important and let his growl grow a bit. He firmed his grip on the back of Noah's head and fucked his mouth, diving into the wet heat with a rising urgency until he felt his balls draw up tight.

"Now, Noah," Tobias ground out, his head falling back and his eyes closing as he started to come, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he shot down Noah's throat, his hips stuttering and losing any rhythm he'd had.

Noah shoved him back into his seat with both hands and swallowed him down, sucking and working his prick with his fingers until Tobias was spent. He sighed, bathing Tobias with his tongue. "So good."

Tobias merely rumbled and ran a hand over Noah's head, stroking the short hair and petting him for a job well done. He felt utterly boneless, content, and satiated. "Nice," he managed to say after a little concentration.

Noah raised his head and licked his lips, his eyes lifting just about to Tobias' chin but no higher. "I'm sure you say that to all the boys who blow you on the way to Paris."

"Hmm. As a case study of one, I'd have to say you're correct," Tobias said, grinning. He stretched, only slightly annoyed at finding his trousers in a tangled mess, and made himself presentable in short order.

Completely ignoring Noah's obvious excitement, he removed his belt and placed it conspicuously on the back of the couch. "Could you get me some water, pet?" he asked politely.

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Noah had followed the placement of the belt with his eyes and seemed genuinely startled by the request.

"Oh, yes, sir." He stood and made his way to the bar, his erection clearly pushing at the fly of his jeans.

He stepped behind the bar and found a bottle of water in the fridge, then returned slowly, kneeling by Tobias' feet and holding the bottle about head height for Tobias to take.

"Thankyou," Tobias said, taking the bottle and opening it. He took a long drink, downing about half the bottle in a few swallows. It was important to stay hydrated. With his free hand he petted Noah's hair some more, just touching him while he finished the bottle of water. When it was gone, he leaned forward and put it on the table. "Okay, take off your pants," he said casually.

Noah seemed to have been eager for that request. He stood and shoved his jeans down and his shorts with them, toed his shoes off, and kicked everything out of the way.

Tobias shook his head and bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Such an eager boy," he commented, reaching for the belt. "Now, I'm fairly sure that I'll be fucking you at some point, so I suggest you prepare yourself..."

"Yes, sir." Noah nodded and stepped past Tobias to his carry-on bag, from which he produced a tube of lube. He came back, offering the bottle to Tobias first.

"You do it," Tobias purred.

Noah nodded and set the bottle down on the table next to the couch. He slicked his fingers and then lifted one foot and braced it on the couch between Tobias' thighs. Noah's hand disappeared behind his back as he leaned toward Tobias just slightly and then he sighed and moaned and his head bent forward.

Tobias raised an eyebrow. "Feel good? How many fingers?" he asked politely.

"One just now," Noah panted in response. "Feels great, sir." He shifted and his hips pushed back a bit.

"Wait... there. Two, sir. Just a little stretch, it's nice."

Tobias smiled and sank farther into the couch. "Just make sure you can take me, pet. I won't want to waste time."

"I can always take you, sir," Noah assured him. He worked himself a moment longer until he groaned, low and deep in his chest. "Mmm." He slipped his fingers free and swallowed, blushing. "I... think that's probably good enough, sir," he said, obviously trying to look contrite.

"Enjoyed that, did you?" Tobias asked rhetorically. "Well, I'd say your spanking is off to a fine start then." He grinned and slapped the belt into his hand. "Across my knees, ass high. No coming until I say so, understand? I'd hate to arrive in Paris with come stains on my trousers."

"Yes, sir. I understand." Noah bent over Tobias' knees and braced his hands on the floor. His heavy cock hung neatly between Tobias' thighs. No ring, Tobias mused; that would have been quite a thing to explain as they went through the metal detectors.

"Good boy. And try not to scream -- I'm not sure how much the pilot is willing to ignore." And with that, he brought the belt down on Noah's ass, leaving a nice red stripe.

"Ah, God." Tobias felt Noah's cock twitch as he hissed through the sting. Noah relaxed a little and sighed. "Try not to scream." Noah snorted. "Yeah, okay, sir."

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Tobias grinned and lifted his hand again. He'd have to go gentle on Noah's ass -- not only did he prefer not to put on a show for the men in the cockpit, but the luxury of the couch meant he couldn't get a good swing if he'd wanted to. So, he played. The leather of the belt stung and snapped but didn't bite, and the blows landed solidly instead of flicking. Noah's ass would soon be hot and red, and the effort would be minimal; Tobias only hoped that he would hold on long enough for Tobias to recover his erection.

Noah was a trooper and held his climax back, quietly, just as he was told. He moaned a lot and the fingers of one of his hands dug into Tobias' thigh instead of supporting his weight. The pinker his ass became, the more Noah whimpered, until he was reduced to lovely, pitiful begging. Even the effort of keeping that soft seemed to be difficult for him. "Sir... Master. So hard. So fucking hard, please..."

Tobias moaned with him, his cock filling rapidly. He was getting harder with every slap, every snap, and every moan. The leather of the belt was warming, adding its scent to Noah's, and Tobias shifted, his leg bumping his boy's cock. "Soon," he promised. "Soon."

Noah shivered and whimpered again as the belt made a satisfying slap against his skin. "Is it red?" he asked, panting. "Are you hard, sir? You like it? Swollen and pink and yours to have... Sir... please, Master, fuck me, please!"

"Soon," Tobias said again, his voice tight. "You're a lovely shade, pet. Red and hot, and I'm going to part your ass and push right in, rest my hips on you." He dropped the belt and slapped Noah's upturned and glowing ass with his hand, feeling the heat pouring off it. "On your hands and knees. Now."

Noah slid awkwardly off Tobias' knees to the floor with a grunt. He shoved his rosy ass back toward Tobias shamelessly, begging softly like there was nothing else he could say. "Please, please, please."

Tobias didn't say anything, merely tore at his fly and shoved the fabric out of the way for the second time since takeoff, his cock hard and almost as red as Noah's cheeks. He forced Noah's knees apart a little more and plunged two fingers into him, making sure he was slick. "Ready?" he demanded.

Noah shivered. "Yes! Yes!"

With a sound that was more grunt than anything else, Tobias forced his way into Noah, pushing hard at his hole and not stopping until he was balls deep. "Oh, God," he moaned, trying to catch his breath.

"Tight."

"Huge." Noah gasped. Tobias felt him trying to relax -- trying not to come. He controlled his breathing carefully and went nearly silent.

"Good," Tobias tried to praise. "Make it good." He took a breath and slowly began to pull out, his breath catching. "Oh, God."

Noah moaned softly, in time with his breathing. He wanted to scream, Tobias knew, and he wanted to come. But he wouldn't. No, Noah would wait until he was given permission. He always had, after all.

Noah arched his pinked ass higher and braced himself on his forearms, moaning low, over and over.

Tobias fucked him slowly, skating the edges of his own need. Having come only a short while before, he knew he was good for a long time; he had a choice to make. He could torture Noah and make it last as long for them both as he could, or he could speed up his own need, timing it so he could slam into Noah roughly after he'd shot and was pleasantly relaxed.

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He wasn't sure which would be better.

He looked up, his fingers digging into Noah's hips. "Do you suppose," he said only slightly breathless,

"that there are security cameras?"

Noah lifted his head and looked over shoulder with a slight grin. "You think they're watching?" he asked breathlessly. With Tobias taking it slow, Noah seemed to be getting a better handle on his own need.

"Maybe they can give us... a copy of the tape when we're... uh... when we're done. Oh, God, so good."

With a grin Tobias rocked into Noah again. "You'd like that?" he asked, knowing very well that Noah would. He loved an audience, even a pretend one. He'd also been the one to comment on the co-pilot...

"Maybe they're whacking off, watching," he mused, speeding up a little.

"Just so long as we don't crash... oh, sir." Noah groaned and rocked with him, forward and back and forward again as Tobias thrust. "Tell me you're going to fuck me in public in Paris."

"Only if you're a good boy," Tobias said. He started planning the event right then, running through unlikely places they could go, and what he'd make Noah wear. "Oh, God." He sped up, pushing hard into Noah and circling his hips. "Ride me," he ordered, letting Noah dictate the pace for the moment.

Noah ground backward, twisting his hips as he moved. "Yes, sir, yes. Yes." He rocked and twisted, keeping the pace even for the moment.

Tobias groaned and watched as Noah moved on him. He watched Noah's muscles flex, watched his back arch and his legs flex. But mostly he watched Noah's ass, watched his own cock, and suddenly he was there, right on the edge and hard as hell, just aching. "Come for me," he whispered.

Noah grunted and slammed back onto Tobias' cock once, and then again. He took hold of his cock as he came, going even tighter around Tobias' prick and shooting hard into his fist. "Thankyou, sir! Oh, fuck, yes."

Tobias moved with him, fucking him through it, and shoved deeper with every tight spasm. Tighter than anything, clinging and massaging him, Tobias was sure that Noah would pull him over, but he held on.

Like a machine, he pounded into Noah again and again, even when he felt Noah go limp under him. "Still with me?" he asked, his hips driving in once more.

Noah nodded and groaned, but he pressed back again, mustering what Tobias needed.

"That's it," Tobias said, tugging Noah back onto him. "Love the way you feel around me. Love your ass, love fucking you." He growled and slapped Noah's ass, slamming into him and pushing his head down, forcing Noah's ass even higher. He felt like he was dancing on the edges of his awareness, and suddenly he was right there. On a plane, over the Atlantic, halfway to another continent. Hard and hot and inside his sub, a few feet from strangers, and on his way to Paris to, in effect, get married.

"Noah!" he yelled as he started to come again. "Jesus, yes."

Noah groaned and shoved back at him hard, matching Tobias' forward thrust and making them both go still. "Oh yes, sir -- yes, baby, yes..." He rolled his hips up and down as Tobias filled him, and he reached back to take hold of the hand on his hip, tangling their fingers tightly.

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"Love you," Tobias whispered, still shaking with his release. "So much, sweetheart."

Noah was still catching his breath himself and so he didn't answer Tobias with words, but he squeezed Tobias' fingers again and whimpered softly. He hung there, hunched over his knees, head down, until his breathing came easily. "Fuck, sir. That was great."

Tobias laughed, the sound dry as he panted. "Glad you liked it. Not buying you a plane for a repeat.

This is possibly the most expensive fuck you'll ever have." Grinning, Tobias eased out of Noah and fell to the side, not caring that his dick was hanging out of his pants. "Dead now."

Noah flopped on his back. "There's always the ride home," he said with a laugh.

"True," Tobias admitted. "But I was kind of planning on you being too sore by that point."

"There's a goal," Noah grinned. He pulled himself up and sat with his back against the couch, then winced. "Jesus, this carpet is murder on my ass," he said with a hiss and switched to the couch itself instead.

"I thought it was the belt," Tobias grumbled, trying not to sound as good-natured as he felt. "I'm out of practice, you say?"

Noah laughed out loud. "No! No, sir. I'm saying my ass is so sore from your expert ministrations that sitting on that industrial carpet is like rubbing my ass on sandpaper."