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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder (Visual Novel) Rating: E Warnings: Underage Relationships: Noiz/Sly Blue (DRAMAtical Murder), Aoba's Desire/Noiz Characters: Sly Blue (DRAMAtical Murder), Noiz (DRAMAtical Murder), Aoba's Desire (DRAMAtical Murder) Additional Tags: Hate Sex, Painplay, Biting, Scratching, Semi-Public Sex, Underage Sex, Grinding, Hand Jobs Summary:
Noiz glares from his position on the floor, brow creased with anger. He couldn’t beat Sly Blue. Again. No matter how many times he changed tactics, studied my techniques, copied, countered, none of it. None of it mattered.
I laugh and pat the younger boy on the head. “Try harder next time.”
And try he did.
The Ma.sochism Tango
content warnings: no.ncon k.ink, Sly’s no.ncon ki.nk, undernegociated ki.nk, pain kin.k, rough s.ex, hair pulling, dry org.asm, multiple org.asms, pericing k.ink, dissociating/dissociation, system dynamics, cho.king (mentioned), canon typical ki.nk, bds.m, s./m, bottom Noiz, unsafe se.x, p.orn without plot, p.wp, dirty talk
A slynoiz fic!
If you’d told Noiz just a few years ago that he would end up cleaning his act, moving back to Germany, and getting a hot boyfriend all in the span of a few months, he would’ve probably called you crazy and then kicked your ass in Rhyme. To live with Aoba, to be with Aoba, to feel Aoba, these were all blessings Noiz wasn’t going to take for granted any time soon. He loved every last piece of Aoba. Especially his moans. Aoba’s high pitched keening as he rode Noiz’s still-pierced cock was a sound he wished to hear every day. Noiz was a damn tease too, he’d watch Aoba with those confident eyes in silence, only bucking his hips up when Aoba least expected it to get the loudest cry out of him. Precum dripped down Aoba’s shaft and fell onto Noiz’s stomach, prompting a low groan from Noiz.
“Ah...gah….hah...N-Noiz.” Aoba could never be quiet in bed, especially not with Noiz. Not with the way those piercings rubbed against him. It was a feeling Aoba could never quite get used to, but always chased. Aoba tilted his head back, and began to speed up the rolls of his hips.
Aoba was fully aware, he’d fucked Noiz enough times to understand, he would be coming with love and bliss on his mind. He would reach a toe-curling orgasm, held down by the man that sought out to dominate him with every ounce of lust he had for him.
And he was so excited for it.
His shaking thighs clenched around Noiz’s, lifting himself higher and dropping himself harder. Faster. More. Shit, Noiz made him crave this dick like some sort of whore, but he couldn’t stop himself from chasing it. Not when the normally well-composed Noiz was moaning too.
Suddenly filled with the desire to embrace his lover, Aoba dropped down so that he and Noiz were chest to chest. He pressed a kiss against Noiz’s chin. Aoba cried out again when Noiz thrusted up, and defiantly, Aoba stopped his movements. His face pulled into an angry pout, waiting solely to see how his actions would rile Noiz up. He wanted to tease Noiz just as much as Noiz did him. But instead, Noiz was looking at him like he’d put the stars in the sky. Noiz, with one hand rubbing at Aoba’s nipple slowly, gave him a kiss that was gentle and sweet. Noiz’s free hand soon took hold of Aoba’s in a loose grip. Another reminder that Aoba’s happiness was Noiz’s happiness. Noiz would remind him every day through words, through gifts, through touch.
Aoba gave a pitiful whine when Noiz began to slowly grind his hips into him, catching him in a kiss.
“Hey,” Noiz panted against Aoba’s lips, “Can we try something new?”
Aoba shakily sat himself back up. “T-...try what?”
With slow motion, Noiz brought Aoba’s hand up to his face. Noiz watched Aoba with a careful gaze, making sure his intentions were clear and that Aoba had plenty of time to pull away. Noiz opened his mouth and slowly pressed his teeth over one of Aoba’s fingers. The bite was so gentle and careful, you could hardly call it such. For a moment, Aoba stood there confused. Waiting to see what else lay in store. He and Noiz held prolonged eye-contact with each other, Noiz watching him with curious intensity. And that was it. Just the gentle press of teeth over his finger and Noiz’s hot breath. Noiz began to add pressure to the bite, and Aoba had to hold back a shudder at the tingling feeling that ran down his chest in response. It felt good already, but…
“Biting? We’ve done biting before, Noiz… I’ve bitten your dick.”
“Mmm…” Noiz’s tongue curled around Aoba’s finger, savoring the feeling. “But it's always been you biting me.” Noiz looked up at Aoba again, “I want to see if you’re into it too.”
“Even though I’ve shown no interest before?” It was a passive statement, neither defensive nor laced with rejection of the idea.
“I want to explore with you.” Noiz began to bite down again. Light enough to not hurt, but hard enough to leave temporary indents when he released. Aoba took a slow deep breath through his nose that left Noiz craving more of Aoba’s reactions.
And if there was anything Noiz knew how to do, it was work with his tongue. For years it had been his only vessel for feeling, his only way to get a dose of the sensations he craved so desperately. Combine that with his new favorite craving, and Noiz became a man of self-indulgence. This time when he bit down, it was enough to get a gasp from Aoba. The bites were slow and methodical. They were little bits of pain and hot breath that forced Aoba to feel every sensation. Noiz swirled his tongue around the most recent bite, soothing the remnant aches in his skin.
Aoba’s hands seemed to tremble. But when Noiz looked up in concern, he only saw an uncensored desire.
That look of lust, unreserved on his normally shy boyfriend’s face...that sent Noiz’s thoughts into a carnivorous frenzy. He wanted to experience every ounce of Aoba, and have Aoba feel all the little sensations Noiz never got to feel for himself until recently. This adoration and hunger compiled, the feelings growing larger and larger until they burst into the form of one unrestrained bite.
“Ow-!” Aoba flinched back, pulling his hand out of Noiz’s mouth, “Too far.”
“Ah, my bad.”
“It’s fine.” Aoba stared down at his finger, watching the skin redden as he waited for the pangs of pain to dissipate. He closed his eyes when he felt a strange tug in the back of his head. It was a feeling that was somehow both foreign and familiar, like a strong flash of deja vu. Aoba blinked his eyes rapidly, hoping the insistent tug would fade away. He almost didn’t notice Noiz taking his hand back to place a kiss over the bite.
“We have different pain tolerances,” Noiz started to say as Aoba continued to fight the strange fog over his body, “and we have different levels of what we like. I have to remember that.”
Aoba could hear the words. Aoba could understand the words. But he couldn’t form his own, not to the degree he normally would. His tongue felt heavy, and even though he continued to resist the tug in his head he felt like something was pulling him back. He blinked at Noiz, then back down to his hand.
“Mmm...yeah.”
Noiz frowned. “We can stop. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
The dull pang of a headache began to form in the back of Aoba’s head along with the persistent, annoying pull. Aoba shook his head regardless of the escalating pain. Why was he getting a headache? Why was he feeling like he wasn’t properly set in his body?
“I don’t want to stop.” Aoba said. Because it was true. He was enjoying the new sensations. He liked to try new things with Noiz, who lived on a different level of standards than Aoba could ever imagine. Aoba slowly opened and closed one of his hands, staring at it like it was foreign. The feeling got stronger and stronger and his body felt foggier and foggier until...
Aoba took a deep breath through his nose, leaning down so that his mouth was over Noiz’s ear.
“Hey, are you alright?” Noiz asked, “Seriously, we can stop.”
The voice that came from Aoba next was different from any tone he’d heard before. It was deeper. Colder. More serious. More controlling. That voice took hold of Noiz's heart and wasn’t going to let go any time soon.
“Don’t you dare stop.” Aoba said. Noiz could feel the smirk without seeing him. Teeth roughly clamped around his earlobe, tugging down with a harsh pull. The sudden pain left Noiz’s back arching, heat rushing to his dick in sparks. It wasn’t Aoba’s typical gentle touch, Aoba was usually rather vanilla in bed. But right now, his entire demeanor shifted to someone more...sadistic.
“I don’t want you to stop,” that voice left Noiz weak in the knees, “not until you completely wreck me. And I wreck you back.”
Noiz was wrong. He’d heard this voice before, but he couldn’t quite place it. “...you’re acting different.”
“No shit.” He began to grind their cocks together, smearing precum across their stomachs. Noiz hadn’t seen this composed yet cocky expression on Aoba’s face before. Or rather, it had been such a long time since he’d last seen it, that it’d become a foggy memory. This Aoba pinned Noiz down by the wrists, not caring about the bruising grip, only focused on dominance. This Aoba wasn’t afraid to lose, he never even considered the possibility. This Aoba was someone only the foolish or the naive would pick a fight with, because he left no survivors in his wake. This Aoba looked down at Noiz with the eyes of a beast, ready to destroy. Noiz knew, even if he’d forgotten for a moment. Noiz knew because this Aoba had already destroyed him before. Humiliated him with failure so potent that Noiz hunted him down for answers. This Aoba was…
“...Sly Blue.”
“That’s really more of a gamer tag.” He clarified, “I am Aoba, you know. I’m a part of him. So you’re not cheating or anything.” The voice was hurried and impatient, wanting Noiz to get on with it already-- he wanted Noiz to fuck him against the wall until he was drooling. Or for Noiz to roughly pull his hair, pushing him until the floor and roughing him up until he was covered in bruises and couldn’t think. He only wanted pleasure.
“But you’re still different from Aoba. You’re him, but you're also you.”
He shrugged, uninterested in the semantics, “I guess, whatever.”
“So, I don’t want to call you Aoba.”
“We’ve just been calling me Desire.” He refused to stop his movements, placing Noiz’s hands on his waist, grinding into Noiz as hard as he could, nipping bites into his shoulder.
“That’s a stupid name.”
“Then call me Sly. Or call me slut, whore, cum-dump. Look, I’ll be honest. I don’t give a flying fuck what you call me so long as that dick leaves me unable to walk.”
Noiz tried to not moan when Sly dug nails into his sides. “Yeah?” he said, trying to play coy. He wanted to tease Sly in the same way he teased Aoba so often. “And what do I get out of it?”
“Aoba’s too much of a softy to really rough you up. Me, though? I’ll give you all of that and more.”
“Heh?” Well, consider his interest piqued. “Is that so?”
“I know exactly what you want.” Sly said, hand creeping down to Noiz’s penis. At first he swirled two fingers around the tip, just enough to get precum to build up. It was already a pleasing development to have Sly jerking his dick off, but it wasn’t what Noiz craved. No, what Noiz craved was-
“Ah!”
That.
Sly had tugged at one of Noiz’s piercings, relishing in the way Noiz flinched from the pain. Despite that reaction, his cock only swelled.
“See?”
Noiz wanted to wipe that overconfident smirk off Sly’s face, but the pain left his legs shaking and his cock drooling. Sly’s hand never gave him a break, running up and down his dick with vigor. He kept an uneven pace for the sole purpose of keeping Noiz on his toes. Sly didn’t want Noiz to get used to a single sensation, he wanted everything to be new and overbearing. He wanted Noiz’s focus to solely be on Sly. Every now and then, Sly would squeeze. The frustrated groan that Noiz let out only had Sly’s self-satisfaction growing smugger. He loved to watch Noiz squirm, and he loved to watch Noiz’s wet cock turn a shade of purplish-red from the cruel treatment.
Even worse, Sly decided to grab one of the piercings and pulled harder than he had before, twisting the bar slightly to one side. Noiz let out a choked gasp at the spine tingling pain, and it felt so fucking good, so fucking hot. Sly didn’t let go, keeping the skin stretched. In a flash, Noiz was coming harder than he ever had before, unable to control himself as he came all over the sheets.
He was still trying to catch his breath when Sly spoke, “You’ve been so damn sensitive since we fixed your nerves. Aoba hasn’t taken enough advantage of that to abuse you just how you want.”
Noiz continued to shake and gasp, “Y...you’ve been watching?”
“Every single time. I’m not like Aoba, I don’t have an amnesiac barrier. I see it all. And I’ve always thought you were fucking hot.”
It was no secret that Noiz had a bit of an exhibitionist kink. His cock hardened again at the idea of someone else watching him and his boyfriend have sex. The pointer finger that slipped into the ring of Noiz’s lorum piercing left Noiz scared to move too much, lest the pain grow tenfold. That fear had Noiz’s heart pumping. His legs shook from the adrenaline. It had been such a long time since he’d felt such a rush--since anyone was able to properly push his limits.
“I love you just as much as Aoba does.” Sly said, his words gentle but his voice a threat. “That’s why I can’t wait to have straight-faced Noiz whimpering underneath me.”
Sly dropped down, backing up on the bed until his face was at Noiz’s crotch. A part of Noiz remembered Aoba’s typical flustered face that refused to make eye-contact out of shyness. That same Aoba would be suck Noiz’s dick with a determination to make his partner feel good. This Aoba however acted for his own pleasure, a selfishness that he knew would leave Noiz craving more and more.
"So-"
Sly rolled his eyes and bit down harshly, causing Noiz to jump and throw his head back.
"Ahg..! Ah...that won't get me to shut up, I'm into that."
As he licked up the bite mark left on Noiz’s thigh, Sly glared up at him. “What? Make it quick.”
“Can-” A hand trailed up Noiz’s leg, before grabbing his shaft. Noiz took a moment to close his eyes and recollect himself. “Is Aoba watching? Right now?”
“Nnnnope.” A nail pressed down into the tip of his shaft, the burn only caused more precum to drip down the slit. “Aoba is knocked out right now, taking a nice nap. You’re all mine.”
His grip on Noiz’s cock forgoed any of the typical gentle demeanor he’d come to expect from his boyfriend. His legs shuddered as Sly practically devoured his dick like it would be his last meal, teeth clinking against the piercings as he did so. He didn’t care if the cock choked him or made him gag or made him drool. He didn’t care if his teeth were scratching the shaft.
And fuck...Noiz had always had his fantasies about sex like this, but he never realized just how perfect it would actually be. There was a devious joy in Sly’s eyes at Noiz’s expressions and sounds. Noiz was always so dead-pan, almost looking bored with the world, even when he was in a good mood. Even in bed, Noiz continued to be quiet, Aoba was always the one filling the room with moans and gasps. But now Noiz couldn’t hold back, not when Sly was attacking every weak spot he could find.
“Shit…” Noiz moaned as Sly began to bite down with purpose. He nearly came right then and there, his cock throbbing hard. “Ah…!” He cut his moan back with quick gasps, trying to gather his composure back only to lose to the greatest indulgence he’d ever experienced.
Following another bite, Noiz instinctively brought his hands to Sly’s hair. He almost took the locks into a rough grasp, but forced his hands to relax and instead lay gently on his scalp.
Sly pulled off of his cock with a smack of his lips, making sure that a trail of pre-cum and spit ran down his chin so Noiz knew how depraved he was. He took one of Noiz’s hands and pressed it down harshly.
“Pull.”
Noiz took a quick breath first to steady himself. He may have been a horny masochistic mess, but he still had enough pride to speak without a tremble in his voice. “Aoba doesn’t like that.”
“Ok. So don’t do it on him. Now pull.”
“Are you sure?”
Sly groaned in annoyance, “When did you get so careful? I’m not made of glass.”
Noiz tsked, and gave a somewhat cautionary tug of Sly’s hair.
It was not enough.
Sly fixed him with a dangerous glare.
“I don’t have limits.” He said, “and I know you don’t either. I’m just as much of a pain slut as you are, and I want to really feel it. Stop holding back and hurt me like you mean it.”
“Aoba would feel it later.”
Sly dug his teeth into Noiz’s thigh, looking sadistically pleased with the dots of blood that began to well as a result. “Who cares what Aoba wants?” He pressed his thumb over the teeth marks, pressing down where the skin had split. “Right now, it’s all about me.”
‘What a selfish cunt’, Noiz thought. And if Sly knew he felt that way, he didn’t care. He was just hungry for the depraved sex he could have with Noiz and nothing more.
“Stop making me ask for shit, and just take it.”
In the back of his mind, Noiz made a mental note: Sly had a noncon kink. Noiz yanked his hair hard enough to jerk Sly’s head along with it.
“Oooohhh…” A full body shiver ran through Sly’s body as sharp pain assaulted his senses. His eyes had rolled back for just a moment, basking in the glory of finally getting what he wanted. “Yes.”
In a kind display of appreciation, Sly squeezed Noiz’s dick from the base, his tongue swirling around the slit before scraping his teeth against the top. Noiz gasped, pulling at fistfulls of Sly’s hair and forcing him down further onto his dick until he heard the man choke. With spit running down his chin, Sly bobbed his head up and down. He only stopped his motions to play with Noiz’s piercings using his tongue, all while scratching up his hips. The feeling of pleasure running through Noiz’s body had blinded him, and for a moment he focused solely on chasing his own pleasure. He pulled Sly’s head up and down by blue locks. Sly’s moans left Noiz in fucking heaven, unable to give a proper warning as he came down Sly’s throat.
“Ah..hah….fuck...hah.” Noiz couldn’t stop shaking, even after he’d finished coming he still felt like he was on cloud nine. He hadn’t orgasmed like that in. Ever. It wasn’t that his orgasms with Aoba paled in comparison, but rather that this orgasm was a completely different brand. And Noiz wanted another taste. He didn’t need to ask however, because Sly was already pouncing on him again. He looked all too pleased with the taste of Noiz’s cum on his tongue, licking his lips as he placed a hand on Noiz’s chest.
“Have you ever taken it up the ass, pretty boy?”
“No.” Noiz said.
“Oooh, is that so?” Sly smirked, pressing the pad of his pointer finger against Noiz’s hole. He circled his finger around the rim, before beginning to press in. It wasn’t a feeling Noiz had ever experienced before. It wasn’t exactly...pleasurable. But it wasn’t painful either. It was just different. “You want to try being the subby little masochist you could never be with him?”
Even just earlier today, Aoba looked like his entire world was being turned upside down by riding Noiz’s cock. With his eyes tightly shut, and his face flushed. Aoba always had orgasm faces that Noiz hailed as divine. Aoba never could keep quiet during sex, his cries echoed off the walls as though Noiz left him unable to hold back. What was it about this that left Aoba’s entire body quivering and begging for more? How did Aoba always orgasm like he was experiencing the pinnacle of life's pleasures? When Aoba cried out, tears in his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure...when Aoba’s back arched off the bed in the middle of thrusts...when Aoba screamed his name over and over again like it was the only word he could remember...
“Yeah.” Noiz said, pursing his lips together when Sly’s finger dug further into him. “Looks interesting.”
“I’m not going to hold back.” Sly brought a second finger into him, and even Noiz could tell you it was too soon. Especially with the only “lube” being Sly sucking his own fingers, which had already long dried. The pull had a bit of a burn as Sly scissored his fingers repeatedly. “I’m going to have a good time today, no matter what.”
Noiz moaned, leaning back against the bed’s headboard. He wanted more. He wanted the burn to get higher and higher. He wanted more bite marks, more bruises. He wanted Sly to leave him a mess on the floor. He made a pained noise as Sly began to fit a third finger in.
“If you can’t handle it,” Sly held a deliciously bruising grip on his thigh, but paused to stare into Noiz’s eyes with a dangerous look. “Then you better start running now.”
Noiz scoffed. “Oh,” He yanked a bundle of Sly’s hair. “I can handle it.”
Sly’s eyes lit up in manic delight. His fingers sped up, seemingly all too pleased with the pain in his scalp. He moaned, not caring if any neighbors heard them, only focused on his own pleasure. The pain from Noiz continuing to pull at his hair only seemed to encourage him to make Noiz feel even better.
Noiz jumped when Sly hit something that sent a rush of heat up his spine. He kicked at Sly, “D...do that again.”
Soon Noiz devolved into a messy string of unintelligible words and loud moans, his prostrate being practically abused by Sly’s brutal motions. His legs trembled, and his thighs clenched around Sly’s head without even thinking. Noiz could hardly even think, not with this pleasure, not with how elated it felt. It all crashed down on him when Sly dragged his nails down Noiz’s leg.
“Ah…! Ghh...ah!” Noiz’s mind for a moment went blank in a flash of hot white, coming down Sly’s throat with an arch of his back. He shuddered, feeling his cock twitch when Sly swallowed.
“T...that was good…” he said.
Sly pulled off of Noiz and pulled his fingers out. “Don’t get too relaxed. We aren’t done here yet.”
Thank god.
There was no way Noiz could survive feeling all that and not get to experience actually bottoming. He spread open his legs, watching as Sly began to line himself up with Noiz.
“Hurry up then, and get on with it.”
His impatience only made Sly hungrier.
Just like with everything else, there was no tact in the way that Sly entered Noiz. It was a single thrust, forceful and painful. Enough that Noiz had to claw at the bedsheets to handle it all. Sly only took a brief moment to pause from that initial thrust, before he was relentlessly taking on a rough pace. It was brutal, quick, and messy. Noiz could feel himself falling apart, but still had enough sense in him to keep the pain going. He pulled hard and the only thing that kept him from ripping hair out was the small amount of restraint that didn’t want to go too far. Noiz gasped when Sly returned the favor, taking Noiz’s cock into his hand. Noiz’s dick had felt rubbed out already, sore from all the stimulation and abuse. It was quickly overwhelming, sparks being shot through Noiz’s body. He couldn’t keep himself still during the sensory assault, shuddering and crying out until he’d once again come. This time, staining Sly in the process.
Noiz rested his head onto Sly’s shoulder, taking a moment to catch his breath. His dick fucking hurt. He just needed a quick break. Just one.
Sly’s hand was back, rubbing him to a half-hard state.
“F...fuuuck…” Noiz groaned out. It hurt. It burned. It felt insanely sensitive to the point of numbness. It was a mind melting sensation that Noiz wasn’t sure he could survive.
“That hurts.” Noiz mumbled out, “Keep going.”
Sly didn’t need to be told twice, resuming the exact same brutal pace as though he hadn’t just rocked Noiz’s world. Noiz matched Sly’s animalistic nature with equal ferocity, losing all sense of mercy in his vicious bites. Sly’s gasping moans mixed with a drunk sounding laugher, the pain good enough to turn the man delirious.
“Yes...yes…” Sly said, leaning into Noiz’s teeth while pounding into him. “Ahaha, I love the way you look when you stop holding back. Shit...all for me...don’t you dare stop.”
Even with Noiz’s cum stained on his chest, he continued to jerk at his cock. “You’re not allowed to go free until I get my fill. I don’t care if you can’t come anymore- ahh...ha...ha- I want to be satisfied.”
Noiz had always thought that feeling like he was being used by someone wouldn't be hot, but rather simply feel like an obligation. One that Aoba taught him was unhealthy, especially in bed. But it turned out… things were different if it was Sly commanding him around. He was quickly beginning to see the appeal of Sly’s noncon kink.
Noiz, using his hold on Sly’s head, shoved him down harshly onto the bed. While Sly began to bitch in annoyance, Noiz took the opportunity to switch their positions. Noiz kept Sly pressed down onto the bed so that he could climb on top of him.
“Get back on my di-”
Noiz shut him up with a passionate kiss. Sly raked his fingers down Noiz’s back, the itchy burn guaranteeing that welts would be left behind. Noiz bit down on Sly’s tongue in revenge.
Noiz panted. His body felt sore, pained, and exhausted. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could last. But he refused to stop, not when he was feeling it in every square inch of his body.
He sat down on Sly’s dick, throwing an overconfident smirk down at him. “My turn now.”
Noiz made sure to make it hurt when he dug his nails into Sly’s wrists, pinning them above his head. Noiz dug his knees into Sly’s sides, enough pressure to make the man under him flinch and gasp. Noiz licked his lips as he stared down, Sly’s face was bright and flushed and ecstatic.
A gaspy laugh left Sly’s mouth, unable to keep his smile down. “It’s going to take a lot more than that to force me down.”
“Not really.” Noiz said, beginning to grind his hips down. He savored the burn and the pleasure of Sly’s throbbing cock splitting him open.
“I just have to do this.” Noiz gave an unconstrained slap to Sly’s thigh. Sly’s moan was almost just as sweet as the sharp clapping sound. It left Sly weak in the knees, if he wasn’t already laying down in bed he would have collapsed right then and there.
Sly began to harshly jerk his hips up, the rhythm awkward and off in his unbridled desire. “You’re not going fast enough.”
“Shut up.”
“Shut me up your damn self.” Sly could still taste the residual copper from having his tongue bitten earlier. The injury had a weak throb now, and Sly wanted more. More more more.
Another slap. Another pull of his hair. But even though Noiz was dominating the scene, he couldn’t compete against Sly’s more forceful thrusts. It was like the two forced themselves into a feisty competition. Who could be more dominant? Who could cause more pain? Who could make the other come undone first?
When Noiz bit down onto Sly’s neck, he made sure to draw blood. He was encouraged by Sly’s loud gasps and laughs and keening moans to only go further. Scratching, biting, bruising, pulling, grinding.
“Wish this wasn’t so short notice.” Noiz said, nipping at Sly’s nipples, “I would do so much worse to you.”
Despite the fact that it was said between moans, Sly hissed out a “you can't do shit.”
Noiz let out an amused huff through his nose, “that’s what you think. If it was up to me, you’d be blindfolded and tied up. I’d whip you until you’re desperate for me to touch your cock, but I wouldn’t give it to you until proud little Sly Blue was begging.”
Noiz could tell Sly’s orgasm was nearing. Sly could hardly see Noiz through the tears in vision, focusing entirely on how Noiz’s fantasy made him feel.
“I want more than that,” he gasped out, “I want your dick. Piercings and all...no lube.”
Noiz laughed, “you’re insane.”
“K...keep talking.” When he only got moans in response, Sly turned his head to bite at one of Noiz’s wrists. “I said keep fucking talking!”
“I...I…” Noiz was losing the composure he’d managed to patch together. His body felt like it was burning with exhaustion and overstimulation. He just needed one last push...one last brush with pain to tip him over the edge. He wanted Sly to do so much with him, to beat him down and make him feel. They really were more alike than they could have ever realized: trapped and lonely people who found salvation in the overwhelming. Noiz closed his eyes and imagined Sly’s hands fisted into his hair, he imagined Sly’s hands wrapped around his throat, or Sly throwing him to the ground.
Noiz groaned, hardly able to move through it all, Sly fully taking charge of the thrusting and dishing out the pain. But Noiz continued to speak on his fantasies as he had this entire time, “I-I would throw you to the ground, shut you up with my hands around your neck- hah- until-...until you-”
Neither of the two could hold out any longer, Noiz’s mumbled fantasies being cut off as they both came with a loud moan. It fucking stung, tears were brought to Noiz’s eyes as the sensory assault hit him in strong uncaring waves. The feeling of Sly’s warm cum filling up his clenched ass was a forigen feeling that only encouraged Noiz’s orgasm. He cried out again, even when Sly was finished. And in a vague sense of wonderment Noiz realized that he had come completely dry. He felt another intense wave of his drawn out orgasm hit him.
Noiz couldn’t even wait for the feeling to fully leave his body before he collapsed sideways onto the bed, Sly cock being forced out of him. His chest heaved and his body felt heavy, he truly had pushed his limits to the very end. He shuddered at the feeling of cum beginning to drip out of his ass. He felt the stings of bites and scratches all over him. His cock was sore, limp against his thigh as the aftershock ravaged his body. He felt like he could pass out at any moment. It was nothing short of true bliss.
There was a shift on the bed as Sly came down from his own post-orgasm high. Noiz, half asleep, opened his arms slightly so that Sly could lay on his chest. When he didn’t feel Sly take the offer, he opened one eye to see what the hold-up was. Instead of finding a blissed out boyfriend, he found a thirsty Sly with his hand out, reaching for Noiz’s dick.
Noiz, without hesitating, slapped Sly’s hand. If he had any more touches to his dick it just might fall off.
“I’m not done yet.” Sly glared.
“I’m done.” Noiz said.
For a moment Noiz assumed he would have to fend off Sly’s greedy hands, but instead he heard a laugh. He hadn’t noticed before, caught up in the excitement of their endeavors, but Sly and Aoba even laughed differently. Aoba’s laugh was sweet and precious, something you could compare to sunshine. Sly’s laugh was a mischievous little cackle, a mocking sort of joy that two friends would share. And both were adorable, in their own way.
Sly laid down next to Noiz on his stomach, propping himself up on his elbow. He smirked at Noiz, head laying on his fist, “you can’t hold out, huh?”
Before Noiz could come up with a retort, Sly flipped himself over and relaxed into the crook of Noiz’s arm. “I’ll let you go, just this once.”
Noiz pulled Sly in closer, and relaxed despite the feeling of cum beginning to drip out of his ass. Now he understood why Aoba always insisted on a shower immediately after sex. Noiz always wanted to stretch out the post-sex cuddle time, he felt at his happiest when he and Aoba were both together in bliss, no other cares in the world. A sting of Noiz’s beaten up leg reminded him, however, that despite appearances he was not cuddling with his boyfriend. At least, not exactly. He understood that Sly was a sadistic-masochistic, self-centered prick that lived in Aoba’s head, but with the few clues he was given that was basically all he pierced together.
“So, are you going to tell me more about who you are?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“There’s a second person living in my boyfriend’s head.”
Sly rolled his eyes, “why don’t you ask Ren? He’s the one good at explaining, I’m just here to have a good time.”
“Ren?”
“He’s also a part of Aoba, like me.”
“Ah.”
Sly huffed at Noiz’s underwhelming reaction, “Look, it’s pretty simple. The Aoba you know represents Reason, Ren represents Restraint, and I represent Desires.”
“So that’s how you got that stupid name.”
Sly smacked him, right over one of his scratches.
“I think Sly suits you better,” Noiz yawned and rested his head on top of Sly’s, “you chose that name for yourself, right? So it’s a good name.”
Noiz got silence as a response, but that was okay. Sly didn’t need to respond. Instead he focused on post-sex cuddles, one of Noiz’s secret favorite pastimes. The aches and stings all over his body were being pushed to the side by his post-orgasm bliss, exhaustion, and relaxation that came from cuddling. He closed his eyes, contemplating placing a kiss on Sly’s head and thought over his previous words.
“If you represent Aoba’s desires, does that mean he’s into this stuff too?”
The atmosphere in the room dropped to a chill when Sly tensed up at his words. He lifted himself up, glaring viciously at Noiz with a gold glint in eyes. Venom seemed to drip from his stare, an unbridled fury bubbled up within Sly.
“You try this shit on Aoba, and I’ll use scrap to melt your brain out of your ears.” Sly paused for a moment, never relenting from his intense eye contact. “Got it?”
Noiz raised his eyebrows, “so you do care about Aoba, then?”
Sly clicked his tongue, breaking eye contact so he could glare at the floor instead. “You can do this stuff with me all you want. But only me. Aoba doesn’t like it.”
Noiz looked over the colorful array of bites and bruises peppered onto Sly’s body and pursed his lips, “yeah, you went too far.”
“Hah?” Sly had the audacity to look offended, crossing his arms and pulling away from Noiz, “this is all cuz of you.”
“Me? You started this.”
“You made me front.”
“I didn’t do that on purpose.”
“Last time I checked, I got these marks cuz of you.”
“And who was the one asking for it?”
“I’m not Restraint, so you can’t blame me for going a little overboard when I need damage control. How come you didn’t do that?”
“I’m not your babysitter, besides I’m the one with the most marks. I’m gonna have to deal with this for a few days.”
Sly laughed at his misery, then laid back down on the bed. “Hey Noiz, check this out.”
Noiz waited. And waited. But instead of Sly doing anything, he heard a small groan from his boyfriend followed by Aoba complaining that his body hurt.
Noiz tsked. “He doesn’t even have to deal with the consequences.”
“Huh? Who doesn’t?”
Looks like Noiz had a lot of explaining to do.
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you're not the cure for insomnia (so why is it easier to fall asleep knowing you're there?) | sly/noiz
i wanted to write a thing for my bf, noislyrhyming, cause we've been together for a month but i got writers block and decided to sleep it off. but that didn't happen bc I'm an actual insomniac and that inspired me to write this which is also based on our actual relationship. so yeah, happy anniversary babe, enjoy. ♥
“You should try to get some sleep.” He yawns out, and that pisses Sly off because Noiz is one of those damn jerks that could fall asleep with ease.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Yeah sure, tell the insomniac to 'try to get some sleep' as if it's the easiest thing in the world. Shit's like trying to wake up from a bad dream. No matter how hard you try, it doesn't fucking happen and you're pretty sure it's going to be the death of you.”
“Shit, it's 4 in the fucking morning.” Sly says, as if it even matters at this point that he's up this late.
“And? You tired?” Noiz's voice breaks through the static noise of the skype call.
“Fuck, no. Why do you think I'm so fucking pissed right now?” Sly grumbles, about to have a goddamn fit over his insomnia because he hasn't been sleeping right ever since he met the fucker on the other line. Albeit, it was nice, being able to stay up with Noiz and talk for hours on end until the cute German boy who lived just out of reach had to go to sleep, leaving Sly alone with his thoughts. Sly never liked being alone with his thoughts.
There's a chuckle coming from the other end, skype icon lighting up along with it. Sly clicks his tongue in response and Noiz chuckles again.
“You should try to get some sleep.” He yawns out, and that pisses Sly off because Noiz is one of those jerks that could fall asleep with ease.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Yeah sure, tell the insomniac to 'try to get some sleep' as if it's the easiest thing in the world. Shit's like trying to wake up from a bad dream. No matter how hard you try, it doesn't fucking happen and you're pretty sure it's going to be the death of you.” Sly huffs, setting his laptop beside him so that he could lay down. At least some progress was going towards sleep.
Noiz laughs softly, and for a split second Sly swears he's in the room with him. Goddamn earbuds, making it seem like he could reach over beside him and tug Noiz close. He'd like to think he'd easily get some rest that way.
“Sorry. Brain's shut off, it's late as dicks here.” Noiz's voice is practically muffled. Sly is pretty sure the asshole's laying on his stomach, face buried into a pillow, ready to be the prick that falls asleep while still on the line.
“Don't you dare go to sleep, Noiz. I swear on my piss as yellow socks if you fall asleep while we're still on call I'll catch the next flight over to where you fucking live and beat the ever living shit out of you with your laptop.” The cerulean haired boy threatens, glaring at the stupid adorable bunny Noiz has as his icon.
Noiz laughs again, but this time the laughter gradually grows from sleepy giggles to full blown 'I actually might run out of breath and die if I can't stop' laughing.
Sly tries so hard to stay pissed and irritated, but he can't handle hearing Noiz's hysterical laughter. It's contagious and he laughs along with Noiz, occasionally reminding him to, “Fucking breathe.”
Once the laughter dies down on Noiz's end; Sly is left, giggling, pink in the face, tears trickling down his face. He's feeling a bit more tired now, having gotten that out. There's just something really exhausting about laughing so hard that you're afraid your lungs are going to give out.
“Fuck, Noiz, Nooooiz,” He whines, falling into giggles again. “My eyes fucking burn. They're melting. My eyes are going to fall out of my head, Noiz, help.” Sly rubs at his eyes, and it stings.
The blond on the other end of the call is quiet for a second, and Sly's about to get really pissed if he's asleep. Then suddenly, Noiz whispers, “....Can that really happen?”
Sly can't fucking believe the question he's just been asked. Noiz must've been really tired to have seriously asked a question like that. The poor, tired idiot. Sly's laughing again. Laughing so hard his stomach hurts, and he's rolling around on his bed while Noiz's groggy voice is pleading him to stop, because he's serious, he wants to know.
Sly is crying, lying flat on his back now as he tries to catch his breath. They're not on cam, but he could practically hear Noiz's pout.
He finally gets a good grasp on his sanity before answering with a simple, “Ye,”
A tiny squeak comes from Noiz, who's tired and confused. Who probably thinks if you go without sleep as long as Sly Blue does, your eyes will surely fall out. “.....What the fuck? Go to sleep before your eyes melt or fall out of your head?”
“I'll be fine, Noiz. You're really good with like, technology and shit. You'll build me a new pair of eyes.” Sly snickers, too tired now to break out into hysterics again. His eye lids are heavy, and his eyes are shut before he could even notice.
“....Oh, fuck. It's that time of night-,”
“Morning.” Sly corrects him, the soft rustling of Noiz shaking his head is heard.
“Whatever. It's that time of night. We're losing our damn minds. I'm going to sleep.” Noiz decides, and he's whining lowly while muttering “Shit, it's bright.” Dumbass. Could've just fallen asleep on call instead of having to open his eyes just to hang up.
“You fucking promised.” Sly's grumbling again, because they've been doing this whole long distance dating thing for a month now and Noiz promised. Promised they'd do one of their skype sleepover things.
Noiz sighs, and Sly stays silent. He stays silent because he doesn't want to admit that it's sometimes easier to fall asleep while they're on call. He doesn't know why, but he's okay with Noiz falling asleep before he does. He's okay with laying there, listening to Noiz's steady breathing, and the silent static of the call. There's something very soothing that comes with simply laying there and listening to that. Sometimes, he's asleep within minutes, and it's like fucking magic. It sucks, because Noiz isn't really there with him and he wishes he was.
But he'd never admit that to Noiz. Because Noiz would do this shit with him every single night if it had meant he'd get more rest. Too bad Sly would never let that fucking happen. Noiz wasn't the cure for fucking insomnia, and neither were skype sleepovers.
“Fine.” Noiz says. Some rustling is heard. He's getting ready to sleep. “I'll stay on call.”
“Kay.” Sly says softly, tired as hell. Which is usually what happens when they do this. Any other night Noiz would definitely have hung up, leaving Sly to be tired for approximately 5 minutes before his thoughts wake him up and he's up until.... well, late as fuck.
“I'm still going to sleep.” Noiz's voice is quiet, and Sly barely hears him.
“Whatever.” He mutters, curling up into his covers, closing his eyes and waiting for the static to lull him to sleep.
A few minutes pass, Sly's not sure if Noiz has gone to sleep or not. He's doesn't care, he's on the verge of going himself, that is until Noiz is breathing out an “I love you.” and Sly's eyes are wide open with surprise.
His heart flips, and bounces around in his chest. His face is warm, and he's gripping at the covers bunched up around him. What the fuck did he ever do to deserve this? This was a terrible, awful feeling. This tightness in his chest just from hearing those three words? The tears weld up in his eyes because he's never met someone like Noiz who gets him. Who's easy to talk to and isn't easily offended, who has an amazing sense of humor, and is all around a perfect fucking human being to Sly. Who fucking has the nerve to love him?
Sly rolls his eyes, shutting them tight, trying to get comfortable again so that he could rest easy. What an asshole. Who in the hell did he think he was? Yeah sure, tell the insomniac that you love him just as he's about to fall asleep. Ugh, why did he love the piece of shit so much?
“Goddamnit, Noiz..., Love you too, dipshit.... Happy fucking anniversary.”
*whispers* I adore your blog *hides*
Thank you very much sweetie! Your blog is lovely as well!I love the rainy/candle bg!
OKAY SO WE CAN AGREE THAT SLYJAKU IS HELLA GREAT BUT WHAT ABOUT SLYNOIZ LIKE IMAGINE PRE-SCRAP NOIZ AND SLY JUST BEING A BADASS RHYMING DUO, KICKING ASS, WRECKING MINDS, AND MAKING OUT LIKE THE HORNY TEENAGERS THEY ARE IMAGINE SLY FALLING FOR NOIZ AND BEING SUPER PROTECTIVE OF THE BRAT AND EVEN LIKE LEGITIMATELY KIND TO HIM BECAUSE NOIZ IS THE ONLY PERSON WHO HAS LOVED AND ACCEPTED HIM AS HE IS NOIZ FEELING THE SAME WAY TOWARDS SLY BECAUSE SLY'S THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS ACCEPTED HIM AND CARED ABOUT HIM AND SHOWN ANY KINDNESS OR WARMTH FUCKING HOLD ME SLYNOIZ FUUUUUUCK