Noah felt himself losing control over his own actions as he lost himself in the kiss, nearly gasping into the other boy’s mouth when his hands were forcibly pinned above his head. The dusty-haired boy resisted, his natural instinct to fight Gabe’s attempt to dominate him. Unable to free his hands, Noah sunk his teeth into the other boy’s lower lip, tugging harshly. He wanted to show the other boy that he wouldn’t submit without a fight. His eyes fluttered open, dark now with lust as his gaze locked with Gabe’s. “Sure? All I’m sure of,” Noah huffed. “is that I wanna fuck you right now– really, what I want to do is throw you into the back seat of my car,” he admitted, shooting the boy a smirk. “But you’re making that pretty difficult for me, babe,” Noah drawled. “Good, now let me go,” he demanded, twisting his wrists in an attempt to slip from Gabe’s hold on him.
Gabe cocked a brow at Noah. “Big talk with no action, honey.” Smirking, he stepped back completely, releasing the boy’s hands and putting distance between them just to see what the other lad would do about it. He wrapped his hands behind his back, standing and just smiling. This was a favourite trick of his - if he let Noah think he had the upper hand, the game would last longer, he’d be confident and then yet again the scores could be flipped and his limits would allow him to be pushed even further.
