noah was too polite to ask for much or push things. it was part of what was so deliciously endearing about him in henry’s eyes. he didn’t make demands, didn’t sulk, and never made a scene. there was very little henry would ever change about the boy. sure, a part of him was worried that their connection would differ off of the app or that noah was all talk but as bland and as vanilla as other bakeries. but what was life without a little risk?
bananacremepies: i wouldn’t be able to teach you anything unless you had a natural talent. bananacremepies: that’s not to say you couldn’t back out if you wanted to, of course. if you changed your mind you could always leave.
bananacremepies: yes, i want to meet you. of course i want to meet you. whenever you’re ready.
it was a bit intimidating to think about, but he knew it was better to do it now instead of later. henry had never been someone to procrastinate for long - why not now?
bananacremepies: is it really a punishment if you want it?bananacremepies: i could spank you if you wanted. you look like you’d fit over my lap. and you’d be very cute squirming. bananacremepies: you’re very welcome, darling. sweet boys deserve compliments.
oh, but noah liked to babble. his inexperience was clear in every last reply, but henry found it endearing. he was glad that noah couldn’t hear him chuckling. even though he meant no harm he was sure noah would still be flustered.
bananacremepies: it’s okay, darling. you don’t have to explain yourself.
bananacremepies: you’re a submissive boy. there’s no harm in that. you just want to feel good, that’s all. i’m glad that you want to feel good.
bananacremepies: how long would i make you wait? that depends on you.
bananacremepies: good boy. very, very good boy.
bananacremepies: but not even good boys get anything without a little work. what are you going to do to deserve to touch yourself?
bananacremepies: you don’t need to worry about me just yet. right now we’re focusing all on you.
bttmbookbabe: you’re sweet. I definitely think you’re helping me in my... education though.
bttmbookbabe: ;)
Noah breathed out slowly, rereading the other’s words. God, he wanted for them to meet so badly. But this felt much more real than having talked about it briefly and without much detail before. He was eager and scared and hopeful and nervous all wrapped into one - and this was just the thought of it.
bttmbookbabe: I really want to meet you too.
bttmbookbabe: we could get coffee or something.
bttmbookbabe: ummm I guess that’s kinda stereotypical and lame...
bttmbookbabe: what about baked goods AND coffee?
bttmbookbabe: there’s this place I like to go to downtown.
He bit his lip a moment after sending the message. Maybe that was still kinda lame. And maybe he should’ve considered that he’d definitely harbored a mostly-based-on-looks-and-short-conversations crush on the owner there. But it really was a place he liked to go to and felt comfortable at. And right now, with most of his blood rushing south, it was the only thing he’d been able to come up with.
bttmbookbabe: I don’t know?
bttmbookbabe: is it?
bttmbookbabe: like not me trying to be cheeky, genuinely wondering...
bttmbookbabe: but yes, umm I think I’d want you to spank me sometime
bttmbookbabe: nnnnghhh you saying stuff like that turns me on so much.
bttmbookbabe: I’d try to stay still but I would squirm and you’d need to hold me down some and then spank me and after fuck me
Shifting on the bed, he leaned back more, trying very, very hard not to touch himself like he wanted to. Noah knew that he could do it, that he could lie or even just refuse, but that wasn’t who he was. He wanted to be good and he wanted to be honest, and more than that, doing what Sir told him, it turned him on more and just made him feel good.
bttmbookbabe: it’s so hard
bttmbookbabe: I wanna feel good, want everything you can give me.
bttmbookbabe: thank you, Sir.
bttmbookbabe: I’m trying to be good, wanna be good. Wanna make you proud and god I want your hands on me.
bttmbookbabe: I don’t know. what should I do? what do you want me to do?
bttmbookbabe: I could... I could send you a picture? maybe?
bttmbookbabe: and then maybe I could show you how hard I am for you, Sir. how much I want you.
bttmbookbabe: and you could tell me too. because I want you to be turned on. I want you to get everything from all this that I am.
bttmbookbabe: and I want.... I want you to be hard and touching yourself and thinking it’s me and knowing how good I’m gonna be for you.
bttmbookbabe: I want to know that I turn you on too, Sir. that’s part of me feeling good - you feeling good too.