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"Of course I can," Tobias whispered back, holding Noah tighter to him as he started to suck, scraping his teeth over damp skin.

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Noah moaned again, and lifted their cuffed hands, raising them to the collar that was locked around his neck. He traced his fingers across it and then slipped his hand out of the way so that Tobias could touch the warm metal himself. "Sir," Noah said as his body arched, the word floating on a panting breath.

"Mine," Tobias whispered, sliding a finger under his collar. "All mine." With his free hand he shoved at his trousers, wishing he could just magic the clothes away. Not all of them, however; he rather liked having at least his shirt on in this case, it made things a little more decadent, a little indecent. "Tell me you have lube out here -- I checked the bedroom, but not here."

"You checked the bedroom?" Noah sounded pleased by Tobias' attempt at planning their evening. He started to point with his cuffed hand and the handcuff dug into Tobias' skin. "Sorry,"

he said in a raspy voice. "Bottle in the... CD, uh... thing." He was leaning back into Tobias' hips in a very distracting way.

"Interesting place to keep it," Tobias said, rubbing back. The storage unit was a few short steps away, but far enough to make things awkward. "All right, let's not break our arms." That would be far too hard to explain at the ER. With one last shift of his hips, the drag of his cock on Noah's ass making him break out in a light sweat, Tobias moved. It was indeed awkward, but he wasn't letting go for love or money, and with an unseemly grunt he fetched the lube. "As you were," he said, hurrying Noah back to where he'd been, handily draped over the couch, grateful he hadn't tripped on his own trousers.

"Only place it's hidden." Noah grunted as Tobias gave him a light shove into the overstuffed arm of his leather couch, the chain on the handcuffs making a metallic jangling sound as their hands tried to move in two different directions, mocking them both. "Oh, God." Noah shifted as he spread his legs, and his hips rocked slightly as he tried to rub his erection against the supple leather.

"Not yet," Tobias growled, getting the lube open with the thumb of his free hand. "And really, how often do you have guests in?" He tipped the bottle and tried his best not to spill lube all over the leather couch, only dripping a bit. "Don't forget to wipe that up," he added, pushing two fingers into Noah's ass and smearing lube all over the place.

Noah gasped and ducked his head forward, and Tobias realized with a grin that he wasn't going to get an answer about Noah's social life just then. Noah arched, and pushed back, wanting in that unapologetic way that Noah had. "Good, sir," he told Tobias between moans. His free hand clenched and opened again against the arm of the couch trying to get a grip.

"It'll get better," Tobias promised, fingering him a little more and getting everything absolutely wet and messy. "Don't come until I say."

"No, sir," Noah assured him, slipping against Tobias' hand. "Not until you say, thank you, sir."

"Thank me now," Tobias said roughly, gasping as he pulled his hand away and shoved his cock
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in instead, plunging deep with the first thrust.

Noah cried out with the breach, his free hand reaching forward unsuccessfully for something to brace himself against. He whined in frustration and drew in air audibly, though apparently just enough to speak. "Thank you, sir!" he shouted and then gasped again. "Fuck. Yes."

Tobias felt Noah try to counter thrust, but he had Noah's hips pinned into the couch with his weight. Their joined hands, the cuffs locked tight around their wrists, were braced together near Noah's hip, giving Tobias plenty of leverage but Noah, none.

"Nice," Tobias told him, the word more moaned than spoken. Noah's ass was tight around him and Noah’s complete lack of any control made Tobias feel all the more powerful. He bent his knees slightly and thrust again, fucking Noah with purpose, hard and deep, following his own need.

Noah grunted and moaned with each thrust, still trying to gain some ground for himself and failing. His shirt rode up baring his lower back and bunching a bit around his shoulders.

"Master!" Noah tossed his head once, then tried to lift it, but ended up giving up again, bending around the arm of the couch and cupping the back of his neck with his free hand.

Using his hands to drag Noah back onto him, Tobias moved faster, slamming into his boy. He was getting close already, the friction and control both getting to him. "Mine," he said again, letting go of Noah's hip to reach around and grab his cock. "When I say."

Noah nodded again and thanked him, or at least Tobias thought Noah tried to thank him, it was hard to be sure with all the gasping and moaning his boy was doing. He could feel how close Noah was, though, and when Noah's hips grew stiff and his back arched hard, even the little whisper he made was unmistakable. "Oh, God," he said as his body shook, his hips tense in Tobias’ fingers. It was followed by a long whimper. "Oh, God. Sir. Master, please. Please."

It was the please that did it. It was often the please that did it, Tobias thought in the very brief moment of rational mind space he had left. "Now," he barked, stroking Noah firmly and circling his hips, tension coiling in his belly and a low ache rising to a burning pain of need in his balls.

"Come for me, now."

"Oh, fuck! Thank you!" Noah grunted through what sounded like clenched teeth as his whole body shuddered. Tobias felt the wave of Noah's pent-up orgasm overtake his boy, starting somewhere in Noah's gut and moving outward. "Ah! Sir!" He felt the pulse and jerk of Noah's cock in his grip as Noah's shoulders hunched and rounded and his knees gave out.

"Mine," Tobias roared again, shoving into him, holding Noah up and fucking him right through his orgasm. The tension didn't so much uncoil as snap, and Tobias knew he was shaking as hard as Noah when he finally finished shooting, his cock still twitching and throbbing inside Noah's body.

Noah was breathing hard, his body curled and hunched with the sofa taking his weight, and to
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some extent Tobias' as well. "So good to me, Master," Noah told him, as his boy often did when things ended up like this, both of them spent and slick and gulping air. Noah’s free hand reached back and his fingers curled into Tobias' thigh, his thumb stroking gently over still-trembling muscle.

"Good boy," Tobias praised Noah, easing out when he thought he was able to stand. "Such a good boy." He kissed Noah's shoulder, licking over the spot he'd marked. "Love you."

"Me too, sir." Noah nodded, standing with him and leaning into his chest. Noah made a satisfied, contented sound. "I love you, too."

"Good," Tobias said, lifting his hand and looking significantly at the cuffs they wore. "Because I think I'm going to order some of these. And possibly hide the keys."

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Ratchet

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