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Authors: Chris Owen, Jodi Payne
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able to do it just made Tobias all the more smug.
"No fair, sir!" Noah pouted, but he didn't waste any time popping the button at the top of his pants. He fought with the thick zipper while he kicked off his shoes and then pushed at the waistband of his pants, but it was stuck under the heavy utility belt. "Shit," he muttered and lifted the belt up, jumping a couple of times until the uniform finally fell to the floor.
Tobias tried very hard not to laugh, but he knew his lips twitched. "Positively stunning," he said, looking down at Noah's hips, the belt dangerously close to injuring one of his favorite parts of Noah's body. "I swear I've seen this movie before."
"I haven't," Noah said with a sigh. "Thankfully." He started to try to remove the utility belt, but the longer he tried, the less it seemed to be a one handed job. "Some help would be good, sir."
"I was almost enjoying watching you try," Tobias said, lowering his arm and bringing his free hand into play, helping Noah to undo the belt. "But this is more fun." He palmed Noah's balls and squeezed lightly before giving Noah another kiss, slower and sweeter than before.
"Fun is good." Noah sighed, sounding happy to have Tobias' lips back. Noah returned the kiss, and seemed to be enjoying slow and sweet, though his cock was decidedly firm and poked Tobias in the thigh. The two of them pushed and pulled at the belt until Noah finally snuck his cuffed hand in and undid it himself. He let it drop to the floor where the heavy clunk was muffled by his pants. "Sir," he breathed into Tobias’ mouth as he shifted their joined hands away A Torquere Press Sip - 4
from his body and into Tobias', rubbing the back of his hand against Tobias' fly.
Tobias let him feel all he wanted to; after all, the entire goal of the game was to eventually get off. It would be nice, however, if he didn't do so in his trousers. Still kissing Noah, Tobias shifted their hands so Noah could feel him, and then attempted to undo his own fly. "I see the problem,"
he said dryly, looking down. "Little help?"
Noah bent his head and found Tobias's mouth again. "Uh-huh." He grinned against Tobias' lips and reached forward with his other hand to lower the zipper and slip the top button free. He got his cuffed hand under the fabric, while his free hand started to loosen the buttons of Tobias' shirt.
Tobias was about to help with the buttons when Noah's wrist tilted and the cuff slipped down, the cold metal brushing lightly against his belly. "Oh," he gasped, his skin flushing hotter and his stomach cramping with a jolt of pure lust. "Different than leather cuffs," he made himself say, hoping for a calm tone. It was ruined by the growl in his voice.
The cuffs may have been cold but Noah's fingers were hot as they circled around his cock.
"Yeah. Harder," Noah growled right back at him, giving Tobias a light tug. His lips were traveling over Tobias's jaw. "Colder. Less... forgiving."
"You find me too forgiving?" Tobias returned the favor, working at a disadvantage as his dominant hand was cuffed to Noah's. "I can change that."
Noah rewarded his efforts with a low moan, and let his forehead fall onto Tobias' shoulder. For a moment, as Noah leaned against him, it didn't seem as if his boy was going to respond at all. But then Noah's cock jerked in Tobias's fingers and he groaned. "Need, sir. Need you. Need to be used. Need my Master."
Tobias felt the growl grow. "All right. I didn't come all the way downtown for mutual hand jobs, anyway." He dragged all of their hands away, the two confined by the cuffs being easy. "Over the couch, do you think?"
"Couch, rug, wall, anything." It was possible that Noah forgot their hands were bound together for a moment because he reached up to tug off his tie and dragged Tobias’ arm up with him. "I like that you were here when I got home, sir." Noah said, unbuttoning his shirt. Neither of them were going to be able to get their shirts off, but access to skin was very
"No fair, sir!" Noah pouted, but he didn't waste any time popping the button at the top of his pants. He fought with the thick zipper while he kicked off his shoes and then pushed at the waistband of his pants, but it was stuck under the heavy utility belt. "Shit," he muttered and lifted the belt up, jumping a couple of times until the uniform finally fell to the floor.
Tobias tried very hard not to laugh, but he knew his lips twitched. "Positively stunning," he said, looking down at Noah's hips, the belt dangerously close to injuring one of his favorite parts of Noah's body. "I swear I've seen this movie before."
"I haven't," Noah said with a sigh. "Thankfully." He started to try to remove the utility belt, but the longer he tried, the less it seemed to be a one handed job. "Some help would be good, sir."
"I was almost enjoying watching you try," Tobias said, lowering his arm and bringing his free hand into play, helping Noah to undo the belt. "But this is more fun." He palmed Noah's balls and squeezed lightly before giving Noah another kiss, slower and sweeter than before.
"Fun is good." Noah sighed, sounding happy to have Tobias' lips back. Noah returned the kiss, and seemed to be enjoying slow and sweet, though his cock was decidedly firm and poked Tobias in the thigh. The two of them pushed and pulled at the belt until Noah finally snuck his cuffed hand in and undid it himself. He let it drop to the floor where the heavy clunk was muffled by his pants. "Sir," he breathed into Tobias’ mouth as he shifted their joined hands away A Torquere Press Sip - 4
from his body and into Tobias', rubbing the back of his hand against Tobias' fly.
Tobias let him feel all he wanted to; after all, the entire goal of the game was to eventually get off. It would be nice, however, if he didn't do so in his trousers. Still kissing Noah, Tobias shifted their hands so Noah could feel him, and then attempted to undo his own fly. "I see the problem,"
he said dryly, looking down. "Little help?"
Noah bent his head and found Tobias's mouth again. "Uh-huh." He grinned against Tobias' lips and reached forward with his other hand to lower the zipper and slip the top button free. He got his cuffed hand under the fabric, while his free hand started to loosen the buttons of Tobias' shirt.
Tobias was about to help with the buttons when Noah's wrist tilted and the cuff slipped down, the cold metal brushing lightly against his belly. "Oh," he gasped, his skin flushing hotter and his stomach cramping with a jolt of pure lust. "Different than leather cuffs," he made himself say, hoping for a calm tone. It was ruined by the growl in his voice.
The cuffs may have been cold but Noah's fingers were hot as they circled around his cock.
"Yeah. Harder," Noah growled right back at him, giving Tobias a light tug. His lips were traveling over Tobias's jaw. "Colder. Less... forgiving."
"You find me too forgiving?" Tobias returned the favor, working at a disadvantage as his dominant hand was cuffed to Noah's. "I can change that."
Noah rewarded his efforts with a low moan, and let his forehead fall onto Tobias' shoulder. For a moment, as Noah leaned against him, it didn't seem as if his boy was going to respond at all. But then Noah's cock jerked in Tobias's fingers and he groaned. "Need, sir. Need you. Need to be used. Need my Master."
Tobias felt the growl grow. "All right. I didn't come all the way downtown for mutual hand jobs, anyway." He dragged all of their hands away, the two confined by the cuffs being easy. "Over the couch, do you think?"
"Couch, rug, wall, anything." It was possible that Noah forgot their hands were bound together for a moment because he reached up to tug off his tie and dragged Tobias’ arm up with him. "I like that you were here when I got home, sir." Noah said, unbuttoning his shirt. Neither of them were going to be able to get their shirts off, but access to skin was very
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