noah & dmitri // [ fragment ]
sccumumu:
It’s been relatively easy to push his body’s own desires to the back of his mind. They are persistent but heavily muted by his much more prominent desire to give Dmitri everything and anything he wants. To hear him moan and whine and beg. To unravel in the same way he did so beautifully the other night and know that Noah was the cause of it. But when Dmitri’s hands start to wander and his erection is given the attention it’s been silently pleading for he falters and loses himself for a moment.
Noah moans into the kiss, broken and wanting. His stupid, traitorous body suddenly wants nothing but Dmitri’s hands and lips all over his body. He refuses to allow himself to cave despite the fact that his hips stutter in a way that begs for Dmitri’s hand to start moving.
He whines softly as Dmitri pulls away. “I’m sure,” he says quickly, only to immediately notice the smirk upon Dmitri’s face. He narrows his eyes slightly. He starts to talk about how they’d need to prepare more and he feels like—he feels like he should know this. “Yeah, I know.” He’s nodding his head, blinking softly as his brain attempts to search for answers. Something that would be a lot easier without Dmitri’s hand wrapped about him, but he’s not about to tell him to remove it. Noah blinks again in succession now looking at Dmitri innocently. “Okay, actually no, I-I don’t—didn’t know that,” he admits sheepishly. The obvious answer would be lube, which he’s definitely used before though it wasn’t necessarily a requirement every time and Dmitri made it seem like it wouldn’t be as simple as that.
Feeling suddenly very insecure and inadequate he starts to think about the things he’s refused to let himself think about. Like the fact that Dmitri’s entire prior relationship started based solely on sex and—no. Nope. No. He does not want to do this. God, he doesn’t want to think about this. About how Dmitri most likely never had to deal with this before and how they probably—
The sudden loss of Dmitri’s hand forces himself out of his own destructive thoughts and he’s momentarily worried that Dmitri can tell what he’s thinking. But he’s looking at his lips and down towards his erection and—what. His eyebrows are raised in surprise but there is a soft, astonished smile slowing forming at his lips. His words were so completely unexpected, but it struck Noah with the exhilarating realization that there are still parts of Dmitri Darcy that he has yet to discover. He bites his bottom lip to contain his smile because Dmitri is so obviously worked up over this and all Noah can think is that he is so unfairly lucky to be able to call Dmitri his.
And he is—he’s Noah’s. Dmitri chose him and he keeps choosing him and therefore nothing else matters. His past relationship doesn’t matter. Any and all spiraling thoughts that he may have about it doesn’t matter. What matters is that Dmitri is here with him and he’ll be with him in the future.
He promised.
Noah brings a free hand to push Dmitri’s hair back, fingers stroking through aimlessly as he lets his best friend talk. And he thinks he could stay like this for hours, days even. Just admiring Dmitri and listening to his voice. Just, y’know, doing that will have to be postponed to a time in which Dmitri isn’t talking about wanting his lips around his dick.
Absentmindedly, he lets out a small noise that’s a reaction to both Dmitri’s hand back around his erection and their designated pet name for each other. It’s such as stupidly small word that has entirely too much power over him—especially when it’s used in this context. “I am so fucking in love with you,” he admits as if it was a secret. His lips wrap around his thumb that’s still against his bottom lip and he sucks on it lightly, dragging his teeth against the skin before pulling away to look at him. And he’s just—he’s. He brings his hand up to rest against the side of his face, cheeks still slightly flushed. “I don’t know if I’ve told you this lately or at all, but you’re so goddamn enticing—every single thing about you.”
Noah pulls him in for a kiss that’s quick and heated before he finds his way back down Dmitri’s body. This time he doesn’t bother with the niceties of trailing his body with kisses; rather, he messily kisses a quick line down his torso. His hand quickly wraps around his erection and he gives a few teasing, languid strokes and his lips pepper kisses across his left thigh. He stars on the edge and works his way inside until his lips find the tip of his erection. He lets his tongue tease around it, paying attention to the way Dmitri’s body reacts. When his lips finally part it’s only to pull away and address Dmitri, a teasing smile on his lips. “By the way, that whole mouth fucking thing? Yeah, that’s—that was really hot.” He clears his throat and licks his lips. “Just thought you should know.”
Finally, he brings up lips back to the tip of his erection, but this time he doesn’t tease him with his tongue or the soft touch of open lips. Noah sinks his lips around him almost immediately, making sure not to take in too much to begin with. His hand is still steady around his base as he starts to find a rhythm and after almost a minute, he feels more comfortable to go deeper. He’s slow at first, testing out his limits while still paying attention to the way Dmitri’s body moves and the noises that accompany his movements. He chases his moans and even starts moaning himself every now and then.
Once his speed starts to pick up, there’s a certain point in which he takes in too much too quickly and chokes momentarily. He pulls back coughing and points an accusatory finger at Dmitri. “If I hear even a chuckle,” he manages to say, his last two coughs mixing with the muffled sound of his own laughter. After a few more moments, Noah wipes at his mouth quickly and gathers himself before his lips find Dmitri’s erection again. He starts where he left off, wanting to waste no time because before he pulled off he could feel Dmitri getting closer. When he takes the length of him in his mouth this time, he opens his throat a little more. He doesn’t know how much he’s managed to take in completely, but he only lasts for around fifteen seconds as he moves slowly up and down, but fuck it’s worth it.
And as he pulls back up in order to swirl his tongue around the tip before going back down, he thinks this should cause him more pause. That he’s so effortlessly sucking another man’s dick, but it just—if he’s being honest there’s not too much of a difference in going down on a woman, except for body parts and technique and fingers—and is that a thing with men?—but the results are the same and Noah’s always loved being able to please his partners. To be the one in control of their pleasure and when they orgasm. And it was just—God, it was so fucking different with Dmitri and it isn’t because he’s a guy but because he’s his best friend (and even that feels too simplistic of an explanation). He moans deep in the back of his throat, his own erection ignored and begging. But he’s not going to stop until Dmitri either forces him to or gives in and lets him finish.
It takes a moment for Dmitri to come back down from the words — I’m so fucking in love with you — when they reach him, because it’s still so foreign to him, so new: and he wonders, not for the first time, when it happened, when the friendship they’d so carefully cultivated throughout the years turned into this insurmountable feeling of absolute devotion, wherein Dmitri would do just about anything and everything to keep drowning in it every single day of his life.
That, plus the combination of Noah taking his thumb and sucking on it lightly like that’s just something he can do without driving Dmitri crazy, is enough to render him speechless for a good moment. His eyes trail the movement before Noah pulls away, and suddenly his expression is soft and so are his movements, Dmitri still attempting to keep up with the emotions when he talks to him. He wants to say something, anything, but Noah doesn’t give him the chance to — he’s pulling him in for a fast, sloppy kiss that Dmitri can only half-reciprocate in his muddled state, and then he’s off and trailing his way downward, and Dmitri can do nothing but fist his hands around the sheets next to him, chest rising and falling in anticipation, heart racing in a similar manner.
He almost forgets he wants to look — the second Noah’s hand wraps around his erection and his lips make contact with his thigh, Dmitri’s eyes close instinctively in pleasure, mouth parting in delight. He exhales a small gasp, both loving and hating the build-up as Noah’s lips trail kisses up his length, and then he feels his tongue on the tip and—
Then it’s gone, and Dmitri’s eyes open to meet Noah’s gaze, which looks both nervous and excited. He reassures Dmitri that what he’d said earlier — and immediately regretted, by the way — was not unwelcome, and all Dmitri can do is bite his bottom lip at the implication of that. Dirty talk — something Noah can get behind, apparently, and Dmitri adds that to his mental checklist of all the things he knows Noah enjoys in bed. So far: caresses, kisses, biting, some light scratching seems to be on the table, and some dirty talk, maybe. Dmitri’s exhale is shaky and he can do nothing else but offer Noah a stupid half-smile the is immediately wiped off his face when he watches Noah’s mouth sink into him and holy shit.
Dmitri knew it was going to be hot, but he didn’t think the sight of Noah doing this would get him this worked up. It suddenly feels like he’s harder, somehow, even though he knows it’s impossible, and he brings his hands to wrap around Noah’s hair as he continues to dip slowly, and even though Dmitri wants nothing more than to lie back and let the sensation take over, he can’t stop looking.
It’s just so — foreign is the word he keeps thinking about, but even then, it’s not so much that as the impossibility of it all. He’d never allowed himself to think of his best friend in this position, or any similar kind of position, and now that he can, he doesn’t think the imagination would have ever done it justice. Noah’s lips are already swollen from their kissing, his face flushed from arousal and excitement, his hair a mess from Dmitri’s excessive touches, and he realizes this is something he gets to see, gets to keep seeing, gets to keep causing.
“Fuck,” he groans, realizing his heart is swelling with his dick, like a fucking sap. “I love you so much,” he mutters, biting the inside of his cheek to try and uselessly hold back a stuttered moan. “Oh, my God, fuck,” Dmitri moans again, hating that he’s so vocal sometimes, but he can’t fucking help it when Noah’s doing this to him. “You look so hot,” he admits, finally leaning his head back for a second, exposing his throat and closing his eyes, moaning for an extended period.
He keeps one hand wrapped in Noah’s hair, but his other one reaches up for his arm to drape over his gaze, unable to handle the sensations. Noah’s never done this before — presumably — but he’s taking to it like a fucking pro. Still, when he begins to speed up Dmitri’s about to warn him against it, but it’s too late by the time Noah pulls away and sputters a cough. Despite his best friend’s warning, Dmitri can’t help but snort a chuckle, peeking through his arm and meeting Noah’s gaze to offer him a crooked grin. “You lasted a lot longer than I thought you would without choking,” he teases, but then the moment’s gone because Noah dives back in like he’s got something to prove and fuck.
Dmitri feels every single muscle in his body begin to tense and Noah manages to get faster and quicker, his hips begging to recoil. He manages to keep them in check, however, knowing just how close he is to coming, so he brings both hands to tug at Noah’s hair desperately. “Stop,” he moans, and it definitely doesn’t sound like he wants him to, but he needs this to last longer. “Stop, stop, stop,” he helps Noah off of him, and when Dmitri looks at him—
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, taking in Noah’s absolutely sinful appearance, and he’s quick to bring him back up for a long, dirty kiss, one where he bites at Noah’s lips and sucks on his tongue and he thinks he can taste himself for a second there, but that’s not what he wants, he just wants to drown in Noah. That’s all he ever wants to do, now.
His length is throbbing and begging for the release it was so close to getting, but he ignores it, pulling away from Noah for a second before peppering three more kisses on his lips in quick succession. “I definitely want you to fuck me,” he mutters. “And I’ll have to teach you how to get me ready. But first,” he licks his lips, glancing at Noah’s erection. “I’m going to make good on my offer.”
With one last kiss, Dmitri pulls away completely from Noah and slinks himself slightly downward on the mattress, to where he’s on eye-level with Noah’s chest. He places his hands on either side of Noah’s hips and guides him upward. “Hold yourself up,” he warns. “Last thing I want is you falling dick-first on my face,” he snickers slightly, and when he feels himself lined up in front of Noah’s erection, he exhales warmly on it, nuzzles it with his nose the same way he did that first time at their place before licking a stripe up the length and finishing with a kiss to the tip. “Okay,” he says, reaching back with one hand for the first pillow he feels and bringing it to settle down on his neck. “Fuck you, my neck is gonna hurt otherwise,” he says before Noah can make a comment about it. Once he’s settled, he begins rubbing Noah’s outer thigh soothingly as he talks, almost automatically, like he’s become so used to doing during their friendship.
“I’m going to guide you inside,” he says. “I’ll give you kind of a feel of where I can handle it, and then after that — you’re doing all the work, alright?” He preens slightly, despite the fact that Noah probably can’t see his expression now. “Though I have to tell you, my gag reflex is virtually non-existent by now.” He wraps a hand around the base of Noah’s erection then, lining up the tip with his mouth. After swirling his tongue around there for a couple of seconds — a completely self-indulgent action, he’ll admit — he guides it slowly inside his mouth, sinking in as deep as he’s able to take him, near the back of his throat. He moans helpfully, trying to give Noah a feel of around where he is, then he licks his way off of Noah’s dick, breathing deeply as he does. “Go slow first,” he says. “But you can pick up speed, eventually,” he smiles slightly. “I trust you.”
He takes another deep breath, hums slightly as he once agains sinks his lips into Noah’s dick, moving his head forward and backward for a moment because fuck he just gets carried away tasting Noah, before he finally lies back on his pillow and stops moving, waiting for Noah to take as much control as he needs, to know exactly what he wants, Dmitri’s hands cupped at the back of his upper thighs, right at the dip of his ass, waiting patiently.
