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.
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