PICTURE MESSAGE - Noah
Bart: Tell me when you get home.
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PICTURE MESSAGE - Noah
Bart: Tell me when you get home.
“Deal.” By the time Noah reached the bedroom, his lips were more busy kissing Bart than actually breathing or speaking. The forest guard nearly falls backwards to the floor as he tries to strip his pants, grunting in rebellion against his garments before launching his arms around the florist’s neck, his naked body pressed so hard against his lover that the friction between their bodies and his wet prick nearly made him cum. “I want ye’ so bad…” Fingers dug on Bart’s hair as Noah continued to kiss him in a passionate and intense manner, deciding that he would enjoy every single moment with the man he secretly loved. “I want ye’. Now…”
Bart wants to reply to the other, but he finds himself wrapped up in the moment, just letting his body ease into the kisses. Noah's gotten a lot more confident when they have sex, which only makes Bart happy. They're finally getting to that point where they're comfortable with each other's bodies, and really, what could be better than that in their current situation? They get their clothes off quickly as they make it to the bedroom, and Bart decides to be a bit more forward. "Well you can't have me now... but I'll give you something to make up for it, promise." He winks, before pushing the other man on the bed. Bart's hands go to the cheeks, feeling the skin and spreading them apart before he digs his face in, scruff brushing against the other man's crack, before using his tongue and lapping at the pucker. Not something he really liked doing... but if it was for Noah, he'd be doing that and a lot more.
[Noah nods to the words spoken from the other man, knowing that he would do whatever it took to protect Bart from Clint’s rage. A part of him is scared that those moments can be the last ones spent in his company and the forest guard reaches for the agent’s hand and intertwines their fingers, slowly pulling him towards the stairs that lead to the bedroom] I have a better idea. Ye’ and me. I want to be inside ye’. I want to kiss ye’. I want to take all of yer’ worries away fer the rest of the night. [Noah starts unbuttoning his shirt with his free hand, giving Bart a gentle smile] What do ye’ think?
-He smiles and blushes a little. That was definitely the easiest way to get things off of his mind. He starts walking up the stairs with the other man, feeling the protection that the other exudes.- I think that's pretty good. Only if I'm allowed to go down on you as much as I want. I want that cock and ass on my mind all mouth. Deal? -He chuckles a bit, starting to work on getting his shirt over his head. Did their clothes ever make it to the bedroom?-
Ye’ can’ think like that. Bart… [Noah sighs and presses their lips together, kissing the man almost if he was in desperation] No matter what happens, Clint must be stopped. I won’ let anythin’ happen to ye’. I promise ye’. Ye’ need to make Clint pay fer what he did. Fer Fenrir and Poppy. Fer all the others. I’ll do my best to stay alive. I can’ let ye’ alone, now can I? [His blue eyes find Bart’s and Noah gently cups his face, wanting to say the words that had been dying to come out for so long] Promise me that no matter what happens, yer’ goin’ to be a good father. Whether I’m ‘ere with ye’ or not. This needs to end with Clint. I don’ like wishin’ fer people to die but… he needs to be put down. No matter the cost.
You're right... I shouldn't be thinking like that. -He answers to desperate kisses, making sure that Noah only kept to the face.- Noah... I know what you're trying to do and I appreciate it but I don't want you to hurt yourself for my sake. I dunno what to do or to say because... I uh... I don't know where I was going with it... we should just drop it. Both of us are going to make it out of there alive and we will raise him together. -There's an abrupt change.- Are we going to get to our usual after-work fuck or should we just lounge around? I'm ok with either, I just need a break from the stupid crib. If we're just hanging out we should still drop the clothes... I know how much you like my body and I like seeing yours too. See where it leads?
It’s till the work of the devil. Why is somethin’ that basic when it’s built be so demonic before? It’s fer a baby… not to send to space. [Noah chuckles and tightens the embrace around Bart as he moves to face him, cupping his lover’s face gently before pressing their lips together] Yer’ goin’ to be an amazin’ dad, Balthazar. I know that. Don’ worry. Yer’ goin’ to do great. [At the mention of Clint’s name, Noah’s smile quickly vanishes and the agent can’t prevent a sigh to escape.] I know. Things are always calm before the storm, aye’? And no matter what happens… yer’ goin’ to end him. This is how it’s supposed to be. No matter what happens to one… the other must end Clint. Don’ ye’ worry about anythin’ else beside… killin’ him.
Yeah man... I don't really know. -He sighs, before letting the other man turn him around and kiss his lips.- You will be too Noah... I promise. It's just a matter of getting rid of all this dumb stuff. -He feels his heart sink into his chest.- How am I not supposed to worry though? What if he hurts you and I'm supposed to raise this kid on my own, or vice versa? What if he manages to get both of us and Zane can't get him a proper family..? What if Clint wins? -He hugs tighter, nearly crushing the other man with his massive bulk as he grips Noah's shirt.- The waiting is making it all worse. I just don't want him to win Noah, I really don't. He's the last person who deserves to.
Cribs ‘re the work of the devil, Bart. Ye’ should know that by now. [Noah chuckles and walks towards the other agent, hugging him from behind and placing a gentle kiss on his cheek] Why didn’ we get one those that’s built already? This is… evil.
I thought this one looked better. -He laughs a little, leaning back a little into the hug.- And I'm only going to have the best for Ray. -He switches face, looking forward instead of looking over at his new lover.- We're gonna have to kill Clint soon, you know? I dunno why he and that guy he's been with are so quiet but... I don't like it.
Bart? ‘ere ‘re ye’? I’m home!
I'm right here... trying to get this stupid ass crib to work. Give me a hand will you? Maybe I'm just stupid but I can't get these pieces to fit together.
ASAP - Bart & Noah
That was it. Bart was his. Just his and no one else’s. Noah closed his eyes as he continued to rock his hips fast against the man’s tight hole, drilling him without any remorse or restraints. The tightness of his lover, his moans and groans, the way he called his name. Blue eyes looked down onto Bart’s azure eyes, meeting them for the first time in the past minutes. The flustered cheeks due to the lack of oxygen… “Balthazar…” Releasing the grip on the agent’s neck, Noah leaned over and wrapped his arms around his lover, holding him so tight that the pressure between their bodies was maddening. Moving as one as he continued to fuck the florist, seeking his lips in desperation to feel them. To kiss them. To taste them. Tongues tangled with passion and need, Noah panting and growling against the man’s mouth as he delivered short and yet fast thrusts against his prostate. Every single movement made him shiver. Made him moan. Made him cling to Bart for his dear life, not wanting a moment apart from the man he knew he possessed strong feelings towards. “Balthazar…” Noah leaned their foreheads, panting against his lips as he cupped Bart’s face. That pretty face. Those eyes that he loved, that smile that he dreamed about. Noah invested in a much rougher way. In a dark part of his mind, he reminded of the video the Sicilian made him hear. Of Bart begging like a slut. And he felt jealous. Jealous because Bart was his. He felt sad. Sad because that wasn’t the man he loved. He felt possessive. No one should be able to make Bart say those things but him. “Yer’ mine…” A sudden grasp on Bart’s hair and Noah pulled his face away to expose the neck, attacking it viciously without restraints. “Is this how ye’ like it?” Another thrust as Noah began to shiver as he was close to the orgasm. “Have it deep inside ye’? Beggin’ fer’ it?” A loud howl escaped his throat and Noah rolled around with his lover, ending on his back over the fur rug by the fireplace. Bart was on top now. He wanted for him to take control. “Then beg.” He spanked Bart’s ass harder, arching his back at the tightness of his lover. “Beg fer’ me. Ye’ called my name when… ye’ were with that other guy…” He growled louder and closed his eyes, gasping in arousal. “I want to hear it. I wan’ ye’ to call my name… My name…”
His full name. Something that Balthazar only said with Noah, or rather Nathaniel. The florist finally takes a chance to breathe, inhaling the musky, sex-stained air into his lungs. His body loves it, even if it's not ideal. Then Noah is on top of him, and they're both staring into each other's blue eyes. They were close. Closer than the first time that they had sex. Bart could see all the little things that he loved about the other's face. The way the hairs of his beard lined the jawline. The peeking white teeth of a smile that could make him melt. Bart was transfixed. Bart was in love, even if he didn't know how to admit it yet. The other man continues to pound into him, keeping their closeness of proximity and warmth. Then tongues slide into each other and Bart rocks his body along with the kiss. This was amazing. Would every time they have sex feel like this? This warmth? A radiance that exuded from the both of them? The larger man finds that he never has the time to finish his thoughts. Noah's already made his request. He's already unearthed the jealousy deep within him. The florist feels bad, his heart sinks into his stomach for a quick second, but he knows that he can fix it. Hope isn't lost. It's just a matter of correcting a mistake. Bart remains on top, nodding a bit breathlessly. "Just keep fucking me Noah you know I like it hard... like that... yeah..." He starts to groan out as the other hit his sweet spot, sending those chills back through his body. Bart moves up and down as quickly as he can, giving moans and groans. "Noah... yeah... baby..." He needs to fix it. He can't let a mistake like that go on for so long. "Keep fucking me... yeah... fuck.... ugh..." Then he can feel a swelling. He can feel his orgasm start to peak. "Nathaniel. Nathaniel I'm going to cum just keep going." Then he does the unthinkable, being flexible enough to swoop down for a kiss as he unloaded his sticky seed... pretty much everywhere. He doesn't remember the last time he came so hard or shot a load that big. It hit the rug, Noah's chest, the floor... "I... heh... sorry about that." He blushes, starting to come down from his arousal. He rolls off the other man, simply staring up at the ceiling. How was he supposed to find the words to say after that...?
ASAP - Bart & Noah
It was complete torture. Noah shut his eyes as hard as he could when Bart began to move, riding his cock in such a decadent way that all the forest guard could do was whimper and moan. His arms wrapped around Bart’s naked torso, wanting to feel that proximity between them. To feel his heartbeat. His hot skin. His breath. Noah buried his face against the crook of Balthazar’s neck as the other man was giving him a ride for his money, clenching his tight hole around his prick in such a delicious and mind-blowing way that Noah would barely produce a coherent sound. Nails scratched Bart’s back from his broad shoulders to the back of his spine. It would leave a mark, Noah knew it would… but he wanted to mark the other man. He wanted to brand him as his own even if no one else would know. His hips continued to thrust upwards in a fast and steady pace while Bart met his movements halfway. Maddening. “Ye’ really want that, don’ ye’?” Noah growled against the injured neck as he spanked Bart’s ass so hard that his own hand tingled with the impact. Bart wanted for him to let go… And Nathaniel did. Flipping their positions with a loud growl, Noah slammed the ADONIS agent against the wooden floor of his shack, nestling between the man’s legs before grabbing his ankles. His prick was balls deep inside Bart and there was nothing that could compare to what Noah was feeling. The tightness and warmth of the other man. They becoming one once more. “Don’ ye’ dare touch yer’self.” Noah growled nearly automatically as he brushed his teeth against the left ankle, supporting the right leg on his shoulder. Bart looked magnificent. Naked. Hard. All for him. “Ye’ wan’ to come to my den?” His right hand travelled upwards through his lover’s body until Noah squeezed the windpipe of the other agent. “Ye’ wan’ me to shut ye’ up?” Noah nearly howled as he bit the man’s ankle. His hips were thrusting furiously against Balthazar’s tight sphincter. His fingers were depriving him from oxygen. It was absolutely maddening… and he loved it.
His mind is sharp, a combination of being trained to be aware of his surroundings and the fact he only had the potential of a complete and utter domination on his brain. He reacts immediately. "Yeah, I want that so fucking badly Noah. I want to feel you-" shoot your load so far up me I'll taste it for weeks, was the end to that thought. Instead he moans as he feels that hand slap against his cheek. It's hard, primal, exactly what they both needed. Hopefully Noah would do that more. Was Bart becoming a masochist...? He doesn't think so, more just turned on by this confident, sexy aura of his lover. He figures it's because the other is finally getting completely and utterly out of his shell. He's finally sharing a hidden part that he shielded from other people - They were becoming one physically and emotionally. The thought is forced out of his mind once he feels his body hit the cold hardwood floor of the cabin. He feels this is the part where he'd try to escape in the movies, but even if he wanted to the other man has grabbed his ankles. The other is still inside of him; throbbing, just preparing to thrust. "I won't touch myself baby I promise." He winks, even if he isn't sure that the forest guard is paying attention to that or not. Bart keeps his hands at his side, obeying like the submissive little slut he felt he was. He looks up at those eyes. The man that he knew was lost somewhere in those blue orbs. This was something different. Something exciting. Something... dangerous. His thoughts are only confirmed once the other is nearly crushing his windpipe. Bart gasps for air before grabbing Noah's flanks, holding on to his life while the other bit at him, fucked him, made him feel alive. Bart closes his eyes as he tries not to focus on the air not reaching his lungs. He focuses instead on the sensation drilling itself through his entire body. Every single painful thrust turning itself into electric shocks up his spine. "N...o...ah I can't..." He starts scratching a bit more desperately. He needs air. Even if it's only for a little... he can handle it...
ASAP - Bart & Noah
Noah was transfixed on Bart’s image. Naked. Beautiful. The things he was saying acting as gas in an already burning fire. The forest guard really did want Bart inside of him. Feel that thick cock stretching him up… pounding him like there was no tomorrow, claiming his body as his property. Making Noah his in all the decadent and dirty ways Bart could remember. His tongue travelled against his lips as he saw Bart position himself over his cock. Was going to…? A loud moan escaped from his throat the moment he felt his lover impale himself on his wet prick. The tight walls clamping around his shaft, keeping him prisoner of that sinful warmth that was enough to make Noah howl with pleasure. Bart was controlling him. Telling him what to do. Ordering him to unleash everything he could bring… “I will…” Noah was feeling his control slip through his fingers like water. The more Bart clenched around him, the louder his whimpers got… until the bite came. The teeth piercing his skin so viciously and hard. Ripping skin and flesh with so much power that it was impossible not to scream. Impossible not to call Bart’s name in the heat of the moment. Noah closed his eyes… the pain on his neck soon being overlapped by the rhythmic movements of Bart as he slowly began to ride his cock. A growl began to form on Noah’s throat, opening his dark blue eyes as he tilted his head towards Bart. He wanted for him to lose control? Pulling himself up to a sitting position, Noah’s right hand took a hold of Balthazar’s hair, pulling it hard in order to expose the perfect neck. Investing like an animal, Noah sank his own teeth on Bart’s neck as hard as he could, his hips already thrusting upwards with a brutality that was unnatural to the forest guard. Bart wouldn’t ride his cock. He would jump on it. Fast and furious thrusts as another primal sound escaped from Noah’s throat, teeth and lips working on Bart’s earlobe, both hands spanking the man’s buttocks as hard as he could. “Ye’ call that shit riding me, Balthazar? Yer’ a soldier.” Dark blue eyes met with pristine blue and Noah clashed their mouths together as he continued to invest in a relentless way against Bart’s core. “Fuck like one.”
This was it. This was the primal, ferocious energy that Bart wanted to tap into the first time he even saw the other's dick. All that waiting was worth it, because he couldn't of been any more aroused if he tried. He could feel his body rock, his cock throb, his heart pump... Was there anything better for the two of them? One asked to be dominated and the other had that wild, feral personality.. They ere the perfect combination, a winning duo both inside and outside of bed. Bart looks down as soon as the other calls out his name, challenging with a smirk, but then he tosses his head to the side and exposes that succulent neck. It was always the same with them - Almost like something out of vampire fiction, because the pulse point was something so addicting and tasty. They craved and worked for it. Bart lets out a strangled moan as soon as he feel teeth piercing his skin. The other was... nearly hurting him. Nearly hurting him and it felt fucking fantastic. It was like a sensory overload; So much happening at once and all he can do is whine. He nods, letting the demeaning words slip past his brain and do what his duty is told. If Noah was going to fuck him as hard as he could, it only made sense that Bart rode that dick as fast and hard as he could too. He lowers himself up and down, quickly and powerfully, going opposite of Noah's rhythm, making every single powerful thrust send shivers up his spine. Bart tries to talk but all he does is breathe and sweat while he works the other over... at least until he finally manages to compose himself. "Yeah?" He lets out, closing his eyes and clenching his teeth at another powerful movement. "You're a trained soldier and I'm still talking - So maybe you should either fuck me harder or shut me up. Put my face ass up from the floor or against a wall. Drag me back to your den. Do something." He breathes out, challenging, having absolutely no idea exactly how worked over and aroused he was right now.
ASAP - Bart & Noah
There was a brand new level of intimacy between them now. For some reason, neither one of them was restraining their actions. Noah recalled his first time with Bart where everything had been slow… his hesitating moves as Bart told him what to do, seeking not to hurt his lover as he indulged himself in the ways of carnal pleasure for the first time. Now, everything seemed different and just as intense. They weren’t controlling their actions, allowing their desire and need to speak volumes compared to their rational side. Noah grunted as Bart thrusted against his mouth, slurping and sucking the man’s thick cock avidly while his dark blue eyes looked up to his lover. To the pleasure plastered on his face, the way be bit his bottom lip and closed his eyes, reacting the way Noah wanted for him to react. With pleasure… because all he ever wanted was to please and make Balthazar happy. What happened next was something so fast that even the forest guard found himself surprised by his lover’s actions. From pulling him away from his prick to flip them around and pin him on the floor, restraining his wrists with his own hands. Bart was on top of him now. Speaking words that were enough to ignite the forest’s guard blood, gasping with arousal at the whole idea of Bart fucking him. Noah licked his lips as he felt the tip of Bart’s cock brush against him. So wet and hard… so needy and desperate. “Balthazar…” The warmth of his eyes soon became shards of ice as Noah grinned to his lover, rubbing his feet against the legs of the man hovering above him. “What makes ye’ think I don’ want fer’ ye’ to fuck me?” He raised his head from the floor, brushing their lips together as he licked them teasingly, growling as he tried to release himself from the man’s grip. “Feel ye’ deep inside me. Breeding in me.” Kissing Balthazar, Noah bite his bottom lip hard as he pulled away, shaking his head to pull away the curls that covered his eyes. “But let me make ye’ a counter-offer, aye? Either you ride me right now… Or I’ll give ye’ a fuck ye’ won’ forget. Don’ make me lose my self-control, Balthazar. It won’ be pretty.” Noah growled and he could feel a howl starting to form on the pits of his throat. “I wan’ ye’ to ride me till I’m dry, Bart. I need ye’. Maybe if ye’ have enough energy after, I’ll let ye’ be inside me, aye?”
Fire runs through his blood as he continues to look down at his lover. The things that they'd be doing... not only just today but for in the future too. It's a thought that pumps him up even more as he finds himself transfixed with those curls. "It's because-" He answers, but the other already kisses him. teases him, licks him, makes his dick throb harder and it's nearly painful to listen instead of going down into that tight heat. His instinct tells him to push down on Noah harder, to keep those hands pinned to the floor. The other needed to work for it, either physically or be able to convince him. Either shouldn't be that hard for the ADONIS agent. "I know you want me deep inside you.. pounding you until no tomorrow, howling, screaming, begging for me to give you release but..." He bites his lip as he nods and listens to the counter offer. "Alright, give me a second...." He says as he starts to move his body up, letting go of the other's hands and getting ready to position himself. He looks at Noah's beautiful face once, then he starts to sink himself on. He goes deeper and deeper, controlling his breathing, tightening his core, grunting once before he's taken the organ until the hilt. "I don't care if it won't be pretty Noah." His eyes go cold. "We're not pretty. We're trained agents trying to get through life, if I want you to lose control and fuck me as hard as you can then you will" And within a second he's upon Noah's pulse point, having dug his teeth so hard that he could have drew blood. He thinks that this will get the other going - has to be a wolf thing right? Then he starts to slowly lift himself up and sink down. The goal is a sensory overload to make the other go... wild.
ASAP - Bart & Noah
There was something incredibly addictive in the simple action of kissing Bart. Noah didn’t know what it was but all he knew was the more he kissed, the more he wanted. The lips and tongues clashing on a rough and nearly desperate way, making him shiver and grunt in pleasure as he slowly started to feel himself lose control. The fingers stroking Bart’s prick were coated with pre-cum, rubbing his thumb against the tip as he tried to control his erratic breathing as he changed from lips to neck, kissing and biting and… marking the man he knew he loved. But despite his intense feelings for his friend, in that moment, his most primal side was coming out. Like a wolf stalking it’s prey in the woods, ready to pounce on it in a ruthless and dominant way, wanting nothing more than to subdue it. Than to subdue Bart under him. “Bart…” Noah gasped in surprise as Bart opens his pants as well, looking down to see the man’s hand quickly wrapping around his cock, making his knees weak with the smallest of contacts. That’s the effect Bart had on him. A mere touch drove him wild. A kiss would make him howl. The hunger and need to have Bart were overlapping everything else and Noah felt his brain disconnect from the rest of the body as he felt the precise strokes the florist was giving him as a payback for what he was doing to him. “A problem?” Noah only has time to arch his eyebrow before feeling the floor escape under him, releasing a grunt of pain the moment he hits his back hard against the floor due to Bart’s tackle. Dark blue eyes focus on Bart as he remained on top of him, ignoring the throbbing pain on his spine as the florist starts to numerate the things that were… problematic. Lips moved against Bart as he commented on the standing part. No wonder he tackled him. The second came shortly after, with Noah growling as he felt the fabric of his shirt being ripped apart, exposing his bare chest as he supported himself on his elbows, mouth partially opened as his eyes tried to focus on the florist moving over his body. It was so hard to control himself at that moment… Especially when Bart began to kiss down his torso and body, every little kiss setting his skin on fire as Noah tossed his head back on a silent moan, only to growl as a caged wolf the moment Bart’s warm mouth claimed his prick. Animalistic sounds escaped Noah’s throat as Bart sucked him hard, the skilled mouth leaving his head spinning with pleasure, making his toes curl, turning the butterflies on his stomach into a hurricane. “Bart…” Noah closed his eyes and licked his lips, running his fingers through the light brown hair of his lover. “Ye’ want war?” Suddenly, Noah pulls Bart’s hair and pushes him away from his cock, forcing the florist to kiss him with such passion and roughness that the forest guard actually forgot how to breath. Rolling on the floor with his friend, Noah ends up on top of Bart, teeth brushing against his neck, followed by the tongue licking the pulse point. “Two can play that game, aye?” There was a hidden spark of lust on his dark eyes as Noah gazed to Bart one final time, skipping the kissing down the body part to simply claim the other man’s perfect cock into his mouth, repaying what Bart had done to him.
Feral growls and noises turned into music for the Florist's ears. Howls of pain and sadness was what he was used to, but now he's able to register the difference with these noises of pure pleasure. He sucks a little harder and runs his mouth up and down the lengthy shaft. Such a nice, big dick, sort of funny for someone who was never really that much into sex. Bart starts to return into his familiar rhythm, but then he grunts as a rough hand in his hair pulls him off. His instinct tells him to whine, because that's what most men want. They want him to whine and act like a bottom slut to give them what they wanted, which is something he didn't mind doing... but then he just smirks once Noah has given him the challenge. Is that what he wanted to do...? Well that's a game that Bart could play. He's never really tried it but if it's with Noah he can give it a shot. He bucks his hips once the other has those warm lips around his cock, letting the other suck and run his tongue along his sensitive organ for a bit. Balthazar bites at his lips and closes his eyes as he tries to think of what to say and what to do. It all comes as a second instinct. He does a hard yank to get Noah off of his dick. Then the rest is sort of a blur, but he's pinned the other to the floor and keeps Noah's wrists trapped with his own. "I can definitely play that game. But I'm wondering how much you really want to fuck me, because I could take your ass right here and right now." He starts spreading Noah's thighs apart with his knees. "My cock is aching for you, and it doesn't matter how I get you Nathaniel... but if you're playing that game I am too. Just try and get me off you, and fuck me before I have the chance to take your ass for myself." There's a final smirk, and he figures he'll give a few seconds for the other to figure something out.... even if his dick is throbbing so hard that he just wants to get on with it immediately...
ASAP - Bart & Noah
Noah didn’t had words to actually reply to Bart at that stage. Not when all of his attention was focused on exploring the florist’s body while his mouth and teeth went back and forth between heated kisses where he claimed supremacy over Bart’s mouth and nibbles, licks and bites against the skin on the man’s neck. The last time he had felt such a primal urge like this one, was on the St. Patrick’s Day and they were both completely trashed. Now, he was completely sober unless one could be drunk with arousal. “Ye’ did?” A shy smile crossed his lips the moment he heard Bart saying that he missed him, his hips grinding harder against the ADONIS’ clothed erection. They were both hard. They were body hungry. They were needing each other beyond the reasonable levels. Bart’s hand slipping under his shirt, scratching his chest was enough to Noah to grunt in pleasure. Those strong hands against his chest… making him want more of whatever Bart had to offer. It was during a particularly heated kiss that Noah found the rest of his control slip away, his own hands ripping his shirt open and exposing his torso to Bart, discarding the ruined garment to the floor before taking Bart’s face with both of his hands and resuming the heated and breathtaking kisses once again. “I want ye’, Bart…” Heavy breathing as Noah ran his unshaved face against the florist’s neck, hands travelling down the strong body of his companion before starting to unbuckle Bart’s pants. There was no way he could describe the intense desire and hunger that were taking over him. He wanted Bart. All of him. “I want ye’ so badly.” Noah’s teeth sank against the pulse point of his lover while he finally managed to open Bart’s pants, slipping his hand inside the man’s underwear, losing no time in releasing Bart’s gorgeous and leaking prick from the confinements of the garments, stroking it at a slow and deliberate pace. “I want to hear ye’ call my name again, Bart…”
Bart's eyes widen as soon as he realizes that his shirt is ripped open, exposing his chest from the garment. Thank god it's not a nice shirt is his first thought, but the exposure to the cold air and then feeling Noah's warms hand against his skin quickly overpowers that. He wants to say that it's the same basic, carnal instinct that encompasses all men when they're about to fuck. He'd love to say that he's just using Noah as a booty call, a simple toss n' fuck, but he'd be completely lying to himself if he denied the fact he was extra excited to have sex with Noah again. There was something extra special about their first time together, and that was an experience that Bart became addicted to like a drug. So with extra enthusiasm he starts to return those feverish kisses, rocking his body along with the movement. "Ugh... Noah..." He manages to groan out with that assault on his neck, and then he loses words once the forest guard starts at his pants. Inexperience his ass. Noah knew exactly what he was doing. He had everything planned out in well calculated strokes. The florist is just as smart though, and two people can play at that game. He quickly gets at Noah's pants as well, and releases his companion's cock at the same time, giving soft strokes in time with each other. "Yeah...?" He blushes a bit, giving a wink. "I can definitely do that, but first... there's a little problem I see." He pauses for dramatic effect. Then he pushes off with his body weight, tackling them both against the hardwood floor. "Sorry, there was a few problems. The first was that we're standing up." He softly kisses Noah's lips, before staring at the other's shirt. "The second was that this is still on." And if Noah can rip his shirt off? Bart can definitely do the same. He rips at the fabric, quickly tossing it aside. "Third was that..." he starts kissing lower and lower, getting closer to that weeping cock. "This isn't in my mouth." Then following true precedent, he takes as much of the length as he could, bobbing his head up and down.
ASAP - Bart & Noah
Noah read the text that he had sent to Bart several times. That he wanted his ass there ASAP. It wasn’t usually his style to text something like that but with the fact that Bart was happy and that he was going to live with him for a couple of weeks had made him happy as well… and the side note that the florist wanted to be pounded was more than enough to leave the forest guard just as equally needy. For someone who had experienced the wonders of sex not to long ago, Noah had realized what he had been missing out for all those years. His hand no longer did the deal, not when he had Bart. Not when he could kiss the man he loved and hold him close, going insane with his moans and whimpers and most importantly… be inside of him. A growl escaped Noah’s lips as he brushed his hair with both hands, pacing like an animal in a cage while he waited for Bart to arrive at what would become their home. Their home. They were actually going to live together… even if it was just for a couple of weeks. It was better than nothing. Licking his lips, the brunette continued to pace left and right at high speeds, occasionally tossing a look out of the window to see when Bart would arrive. The erection of his pants was driving him nuts and the need to kiss his friend was taking control over his reasonable side. It was only when he heard the honk of the horn that he turns his head towards the door, resembling a wolf ready to pounce on whoever came through the front door. And that was exactly what he did the moment his blue eyes caught the sight of Bart coming inside his house. Like a flash, Noah sprinted from the kitchen area to the florist, hands reaching out for the beautiful face of his companion and before anything else could be said, Noah was already kissing him, using his body to pin the florist against the door. There were no time for softness. For being adorable. He just needed the other man. “Took ye’ long enough. I was about to take care of this myself…” Grabbing Bart’s hand, Noah placed it over his aching bulge, nibbling and kissing the florist like a man possessed. “I missed ye’…”
Bart's opened the door and said his little joke- one which he thought was insanely clever too, but none of it matters once the other man is upon him. With a groan, he manages to shut the door by kicking backwards with his foot. Then he's pinned against the wall, and from there on, it became sort of obvious what needed to be done. He pushes his body back into the surface of the door, letting Noah take control and roam as he pleased. There's sparks in the kiss - he can feel the forest guard's hands on his face, the clothed erection against his own... and it's something new. They'd only had sex once, and that was the slow, passionate, intimate first time that it should have been. There's a ferocious aura surrounding Noah right now, and Bart had to admit that he liked it a lot. "I rushed here as fast as I could, I swear..." He licks his lips, rubbing at his lover's throbbing member as soon as his hand was led. Hard, throbbing, all ready for him. He smiles, craning his head to the side so that Noah could lick, kiss and explore it. He feels the other run his tongue against salty skin before Bart's so horny that he just wants to do everything. "I- I missed you too Noah" He shifts uncomfortably, trying to get some leverage, and then switches the roles, running his hand under Noah's shirt, reaching his slightly furry chest, lightly scratching on skin. "I missed this a lot too." He whispers, starting to plant soft kisses on the other's neck, moving up to his jawline...
ASAP - Bart & Noah
He glances down at his cell phone once, reading the message on the screen. That was something unexpected. That was so... against the Noah that he knew. He actually sort of liked it. It made him really excited to see what the man had in store. Had Bart really managed to get his lover that horny...? That was sort of impressive. once he thought about it. A man whom he assumed hardly ever thought about sex, rock hard and just waiting for him. The florist smiles, looking down at his rock hard erection, the firm member making a sizeable bulge against his blue jeans. It hurt and wanted to be freed, but Bart bites his lip and continues his work. He has to pack enough clothes to last them a few weeks. Should he bring some mementos and stuff to to make it look even more authentic...? His apartment is hardly decorated, unless one would count ADONIS files and graph boards as decoration. Even so, he figures that he can grab a few things another day. There was something pressing against his jeans that needed to be attended to instead. He drives at a leisurely pace with one hand, letting the other sink into his pants and start to play with himself as he drove. It was Noah's fault that he was so damn horny. Once he's finally at Noah's cabin he completely forgets about the bag he packed. Instead he just honks the horn, gets out of the car and walks to the door. "Guess who's home for the next bit!" He yells as he opens the door, wondering exactly where Noah would be...
Text - Bart
Noah: I guess when you put it that way, there's nothing wrong. Just too men cuddling and whatever happens, happens although you kind of... awoke something in my pants. But I want to sleep with you. I mean... I like sleeping with you. I mean... you know. You're great to cuddle. I...
Noah: So if I tell you that I'm smiling right now, will that make you happy? Cause I am.
Bart: Well you can take care of that yourself or you can wait for me to get there. This is going to be a lot of fun if you ask me... and I'm glad you're smiling, I really am, but I'm not really thinking with the right head right now so I'm more excited that you're hard. Yum.