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The choir was no longer a real choir, but that didn’t make them any less of a unit. They got together all the time. Tonight they were out to dinner. The place was a little more fancy than usual, but Ocean had gotten a promotion at work, and Noel never complained about good food. So he agreed to go, and his husband was, of course, right beside him whenever he could be.

They adored each other. Even after all this time. Sure they would for much more time, forever, beyond it, even if time itself consumed them. They were glad to be alive, but they lived off their shared love, so death wouldn’t have changed it. And kept them feeling alive through it all too.

Somehow that night they’d ended up seated across from each other. Noel would never complain about the view. He loved his husband, especially dressed up like this, whether he helped lay the suit out or not. His hair was curly, always naturally so, and a wisp fell into his forehead as he smiled and talked around the room. His teeth in his smile shone even as his drank red wine from his glass, the gap in them prevalent as always. His skin, the bit of exposed chest he had from his white button up, and the way he’d send Noel a wink every once and a while to make him swoon. He was perfect, and the seat allowed for something else perfect too.

Sure, he had to get a little creative, but he was a poet and a sexual provectaur. He had this covered.

He moved his foot so he could slip his patent black loafer off his foot and made sure nobody notices the slight sound of it being abandoned on the floor. When the coast was clear he reached out, flexed leg and foot, until he could feel his husband in front of him. The first initial tap to his shoe created no reaction, but he didn’t think it would. When he pressed down on the heel of it, waiting for him to meet his dark glare, he did however follow through. And he could see the intent immediately.

Whether Noel was just bored, or horny, or both, he knew he’d have no hesitation to have a little fun. Even if there were risks. They were almost done, they were about to order dessert, he could surely wait. But where was the fun in that for him? What thrill did it add to the night to go home and do what they always did?

Mischa’s gleam froze over like an icy lake, trapped under his foot and in the situation. He could call it off, they were well versed enough to always keep things fun and safe. But he knew being trapped was part of what made him already start to stir.

Noel knew he could never say no to certain things, which is what made them even more thrilling and inescapable in the first place. His smirk picked up the gleam Mischa’s eyes lost as he awaited what was coming.

Noel didn’t have to wait long, casual face back on just in time to see their waiter arrive back at the table. He made eye contact with him while his foot made contact with Mischa’s leg. He was in two places it appeared, but in reality, all he cared about was Mischa. Doing this was how he did that.

Noel found his way under his pant leg and to his ankle. He had socks on, but up from there was bare skin he could feel the difference of after that. It was warmer, softer, firmer, and he could even feel the way the leg hair moved in whatever direction he did.

Simple, sensual, and got his attention as Noel dared a glance of attention to Mischa, watching his pupils go darker than before.

Noel heard people around him talking, and paid enough attention for when it was his turn, but he had enough time to go as far up the leg as he could before stealing it away in a swift motion for his own focus back.

The place was supposedly known for their cheesecake, and everyone else was getting some, so he smiled just as politely as ever before he ordered. The difference was, there was nothing he was hiding behind the blind kindness for their waiter.

“I’ll just have the strawberry, thanks.” He told him, waiting for him to move to the next person before ignoring him again.

He didn’t need him. He was done with him. He needed Mischa and he needed to make him scream, or jump, or beg for mercy. Anything he could deem worth his time. Cheesecake was sweet, Mischa was sweeter. And Noel? Well, perhaps he was a bit less than sweet, but he had the right ideas. Wonderful ideas.

Noel brought his foot back up in the air, finding it’s place to perch again, much higher now. He let his toe drag up his thigh in a way that could leave him shivering and jolting from its sharp focus. He had sensitive thighs, gorgeous thighs, but he didn’t want to stop there. His foot found its home right over his half-hard crotch in perfect time for the waiter to ask him for his order.

Mischa’s eyes shifted as his dick did, forcing him away from Noel. If only all of him, mind still lasered in on the weight he had on him. He felt his eyes burn into him too, and it was all he could do when his mouth fell open to not whine.

“Oh, um….” He suddenly forgot what he was even ordering. He moved back down to his menu, trying to make sense of letters as Noel’s eyes watched in amusement across the table. He could feel the high he was getting from this, and while it felt good for Msicha too, it was draining him in turn. “I think I’ll have-ah!”

Noel bit his lip to stop the way he wanted to smile in victory. He’d perfectly timed himself and the blush on Mischa’s face alone was the reward. Not to even mention the way he could feel him reaction physically.

He had simply pressed his foot down, hard and sudden, to his sensitive member. It was over his pants and it was nothing special, but he knew he was on edge. And the mystery added to it all. Hearing him cry out like that as a reaction was gold and he just waited patiently to see what came next.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine,” He said, teeth clenched, cursing himself for the reaction, but never Noel when the feeling was so good. He didn’t want it to go away, but he couldn’t have the best of both worlds with it. So he held himself accountable. “I’ll just have the raspberry swirl….”

The waiter nodded, still a bit unsure of what had happened, but not paid enough to ask any more questions. Mischa was the last to go, so after that he was off to put the order in and leaving them by themselves.

“Mischa, what was that?”

Any flush that left his face, or grounding in his mind let him ask that question. Another set of whiplash and the sinking feeling in his gut as Noel sunk his foot down against him, slower, and more focused. He didn’t know where to look or what to say.

He cleared his throat, hoping to help, but only giving him enough false confidence to come up with a lie. “Nothing my, uh, back just hurts…..”

“Really, baby?” Noel’s fake concern laced the air like candy, proving maybe he was sweet too. Even if it was all a game. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Noel’s hand reached across the table to grab Mischa’s hand but Mischa didn’t grab it back. Too distracted and not at all trusting. Noel’s pout became even more preformative.

“Maybe I should sit next to you,” Noel spoke again. “Then I can make sure you’re okay.”

“That’s okay-”

“Mischa,” Noel’s hand’s grip tightened. “I insist.”

Noel got up before anyone even agree to switch with him, but he didn’t care. He was more determined than ever. He knew Mischa’s back didn’t hurt, but he also knew sitting beside him opened up more possibilities.

Penny was gracious enough to move, giving him a look he met with fake innocence. He sat down and shifted the seat next to the boy, one arm gripping his thigh to keep him close instantly. It was like a hawk with a talon, and Mischa’s thigh stayed flexed as he took his claim.

Noel smiled, eyes asking a million teasing questions and warning him of something. What? He didn’t know. Something from Noel though, and Noel had the power to do almost anything to him. He just always had, too sexy to resist at even the worst of moments. Like now.

“Isn’t this better, babe?” Noel asked him aloud, watching as he turned to face him.

God, he was something special. And he was all his. He staked his claim by holding onto him tighter and decided to lean in a bit closer.

“Are you happy?” Noel asked with a devious new smirk on his face.

Mischa swallowed, not sure what to say. He was, but he also wasn’t. It was complicated. Danger made things that should be simple- like the touch of his lover- complicated.

Noel laughed a little at the response, dipping his head down a bit as his hand loosened and crawled up his thigh slowly. “I could make you really happy if you want.”

“Noel…”

“What?” He lit up at the sign of a reaction, hand lifting to just a finger as he ran circles around the most sensitive spot he had, all under the table, but all they could focus on, even as people above the table carried on as normal. “I don’t have to touch you, you know…..”

Mischa’s teeth clenched as his body did it;s bets to hide how it flexed. The teasing was torture. He swallowed again, hoping he didn’t look as fucked as he was.

“You already did.”

Noel couldn’t help but let a soft and sweet laugh out again. “I know, baby.”

More proof it was all a game. Like chess. A calculated move after the next. It made blood pump through his body until none was left except in his dick. It pressed against the zipper of his pants as he willed himself to not move, but he knew by now Noel would keep circling til he either begged or got a reaction.

He really did fight it off, but with his hands white-knuckling the edge of his chair, his hips did stutter a bit. It was a weakness of his, and in this case, worthy of reward it seemed as Noel’s palm spread out over the top of him and pressed until he tried to do it again, keeping him down and smiling with each movement he did or did everything in his power not to do.

“Maybe if you didn’t move so much every time anyone gave you a bit of attention your back wouldn’t hurt,” He joked as he started to palm him. “I could break your back a bit later if you really wanted me to though, or at least get it all scratched up and aching.”

He whined, so soft, Noel wouldn’t have heard it if it didn’t run through his body like electricity. It made him lightly gasp, so lucky to have someone so weak for him.

“Would you like that? Would that make you happy?” Noel asked. “So picky, baby, I mean I’m already giving you so much, why is that not enough?”

Noel watched him struggle to keep his face at the level of calm it was, keep his hips from jolting again with every movement of his hand, and find the words to speak. He enjoyed the show more than he’d know. Could watch him like this forever. He didn’t wanna miss a moment.

He reached out, without looking, for his drink. But in only a quick movement was his hand knocking into a glass of water on the table he didn’t have any idea was there. It tipped and before he could even stop it, sent the cold water racing off the table, directly down Mischa’s front.

“Ебать!” Mischa wasn’t even thinking as the cold water hit him, too startled as he jumped up.

Noel’s hand had jumped away too, but that didn’t make as much of a difference as Mischa had. He looked down at himself, focused on the pants he was wearing and the ice water staining and soaking into them. But everyone else standing around saw something else.

“.......Misch?” Noel said, trying to call his attention, even if a bit timid.

“What?” He asked, still not focused, grabbing a napkin to try and blot it away.

“Misch!” he coughed a bit more pointed.

“What do you-”

When he met Noel’s wide eyes, and the rest of the groups, he realized what stood out to them, hadn’t stood out to them. He had known he was hard, and once the water came, forgot about it. But all they knew was he was both, and they didn’t focus much on the water.

Mischa dropped the napkin and felt himself dying from the inside as the heat of it flushed to the outside. His skin was hot as he forgot about the cold. Things kept switching around, but none of them for the better. He was speechless and stumbling, giving one look to Noel the Canadian boy couldn’t read before storming off.

“Noel! Why did you-”

Noel didn’t dare listen to Ocean accuse him of doing that on purpose. Getting him hard was, but he would have never done the rest of it. Not only was it far too uncool to involve others on purpose, but the way he did it? Yeah, they weren’t really into the implications of how that would look publicly either.

Fuck Ocean and her stupid promotion. He didn’t need to tell her anything right now. That could wait. What he needed was to find his husband and make sure he knew what Ocean clearly didn’t.

Noel glared at her, throwing his own napkin down and storming off in the direction Mischa went. He assumed the others would stick up for him, knowing them well enough, but again. All that mattered was that Mischa knew him well enough. He liked to push him to the edge, yeah, but never over that line.

He saw a wisp of that same curly brown hair whirl past the door to the bathroom, and he followed behind quickly. He pushed the door open before he’d locked it, pulling it open and lucky he didn’t fight him to let him in.

The restaurant was fancy and the bathroom was too. It was a one person bathroom, but it had space, and it was very nice and clean. Noel locked it for the pair of them, and watched Mischa sit in the chair in the corner, frustrated and flushed.

“Mischa….” Noel approached him. “Tell me you don’t-”

“It was an accident, yeah, I assumed…..I hoped.” Mischa sighed out, looking up at the ceiling as he slumped back.

“Of course it was!” Noel continued. “Baby, I switched seats, I didn’t even know there was water on the table!”

“I know!” Mischa was a bit frustrated, but not at Noel. “It still is fucking embaressing!”

“I know baby….” Noel cooed, sympathetically, willing to do anything to help.

“How do I go back out there like this?!” He motioned to himself.

Noel bit his lip. Maybe he should stop playing these games. Or perhaps, the real trick is to keep playing them. His brow quirked as he got the idea.

“I could fix it…..take care of it for you…” He approached slow and sultry, swapping positions willingly and with greed of his own now too. “Would that help at all?”

Noel’s eyes met Mischa’s finally and Mischa found it hard to take another sigh when his breath was being taken. A flip had almost switched and Noel it wasn’t just the feeling of Noel but the sight. So sexy, just like he had said, and giving him eyes that speak volumes.

Noel kept his eyes on him as he lowered to his level. His hands once again found his legs as they slid over him and he slid to the floor. Knees on hard tile, hands on Mischa’s own hardness, nearly salivating at the images of himself in his head that would become real soon, if he got his way.

“You’d probably like that.”

“You’d like that too, though, wouldn’t you?” Mischa shot back as Noel’s hands finally reached the end of their path up his long legs and gripped hold at the top.

Noel’s eyes went wide, like a kid in a candy store, and he nodded. Loving the way he could play into it all, as his whore, his cock-dumb floor. Willing to suck him off in a bathroom- no matter how fancy that bathroom was. Begging for it with those same eyes that once had Mischa begging for mercy.

Mischa didn’t see this coming, but he was so ready, he only strained tighter. He smiled as he saw the switch come to life himself. He took the role quickly, casual as he watched him in awe.

“You just gonna kneel there?” Mischa asked him, dissatisfied to see him unmoving. “Such a whore, such a bad boy too….”

“What do you do with bad boys?” Noel kept his eyes on him as he worked open his belt. “I could try and be just as good a boy as I am a whore…..you could let me suck you.”

Mischa hummed in satisfaction instantly. His zipper was being pulled down before he even answered Noel. He could stop him and tell him to slow down just to shame him, but he wanted this too, and if they were both ashamed it’d be no good. They needed to both just get down to it, dammit.

As he pulled him out, he was awestuck.

“God, Misch….” He didn’t want to go in for it without permission, but he didn’t wanna wait for it either. “Please.”

“Please what?” He asked him, shaking as he tried to be the stronger one, even as the pleasure would soon be all his. “Let you be whore?”

Noel nodded, his own cheeks flushed as he watched the precum spill from the tip.

“Fine, then,” Mischa smirked. “Be whore then.”

Noel’s mouth moved forward like the rest of him, and Mischa was filling his mouth, from the taste to size to everything. He bobbed his head right off the bat to get more, and had most of him in his mouth before too long.

Mischa wasn’t sure how long he’d last, but it was so good either way. He’d earned it. And he’d already been embarrassed enough. At least this was private.

“Wow, I get bad boys really do make good whores,” He said through his breaths, still clutching the chair and resisting moving as his hips kept shaking. “My whore.”

He heard Noel moan around him as he closed his eyes. Mischa was already in love, but he fell in love again it seemed all the time. This was one of those times.

“So naughty, you owed me this, didn’t you?”

Noel nodded again as a softer moan fell from between his stretched, full lips. Mischa was so gone, and he knew the names he called Noel were some of the best to push him further too.

Before he could stop himself his resistance broke and his hip stuttered, nearly out of his control. Like a reflex. Noel gagged, but kept going once Mischa pulled further back again. He had a gag reflex but never let it stop himself from being just what his husband called him; his whore.

The fact he never let him quit, was something so inciting. Like he could do it again and again and he’d only ask for more. It wouldn’t be hard to, it was hard not to. And he looked so pretty either way.

“Look so pretty,” He had to share with him.

He moved his hips again, on purpose, another gag falling out half in surprise and half from restraint.

“Gag so pretty too.”

Noel’s eye’s stayed closed, keening around him as he sucked, not totally sure he’d stay this way now that he’d pushed it, but not letting the tears from it fall. It was too hot to make Mischa feel any hesitance too. He cared and loved him so much it made his heart warm, but being fucked in the mout made everything else warm, burning with desire.

Noel moaned, louder, even more high pitched as he got a better angle to try and go a bit deeper himself. Mischa knew what he wanted and he wanted it too. He needed it.

His hips moved, not fast enough to choke him, but fast enough to make those tears spill out. It wouldn’t last long, he didn’t have it in him when it only made things so much better. He let his muscles and his body go, letting himself go came next naturally. With one big final thrust he was moaning, remembering the last feel of hitting the back of Noel’s throat as the cum stained the same pink flesh.

Noel took it all, but waited to swallow until he pulled out. He loved being full, being choked by him too, but he also loved breathing without restraint through the fucked up throat he had. It was a nice way to end it, the taste of cum mingling with the air he took in. His eyes' final tears fell slightly and he nudged them away as he stood.

“That was hot,” He says, noticing his voice and clearing his throat before speaking again. “I love being a whore for you.”

“I’m not sure if you love being a whore or being mine more though,” Mischa joked. He was feeling euphoric as he collected himself and happily rested in the chair still as he recovered.

Noel still looked so pretty, even if his eyes had to move up to look at him now that he stood. He brushed his knees off, even if they seemed clean enough, and looked down at him.

“I can’t like both?”

Mischa smiled. Of course he could. He just felt so lucky to share those with him. His Noel, his whore, and oh so perfect at being both of them.

Noel smiled back until Mischa was standing up, putting himself away and ready to head back out there. “Where are you going?”

“To eat cheesecake.” Misch said simply.

Noel scoffed. “You owe me now, though!”

Mischa’s nose scrunched in jest. “No, I believe you owed me, and I let you repay that.”

Noel shook his head, but ultimately went to follow after making sure he wasn’t completely obvious himself. “I’m not having fun with you next time….”

“Is dessert not fun?” Mischa quipped with delight.

Noel glared at him. “I wanted a different kind.”

Mischa put his hand on the handle, a dazzle in his eyes as he looked at the boy again. He gave him the power. He asked for this. But Mischa wasn’t cruel.

He winked at him playfully, adoring the boy as always. “Maybe when we get home, you can get something even sweeter.”

Noel would be counting on it.