Chapter 8 #2
Dropping both onto the floor, he scooped his arms under Ollie’s bare ass as he stood, lifting him up, before settling him on the edge of the kitchen table, which was the perfect height for him to fuck the man.
Delving deeper into the witch’s mouth with his tongue, he drew sweet, muffled whimpers and moans from his boyfriend for a few moments, while tugging off the man’s bow, and unbuttoning, one by one, the white, long-sleeved blouse Ollie was wearing.
Ollie’s hands roamed over his chest as he worked, and he broke the kiss on a chuckle when the witch tugged his pants open just as the last button came free on Ollie’s blouse.
Pulling back slightly, he ordered, “Stay,” when the man tried to lean forward for another kiss.
Gaze trailing over Ollie’s pale, freckled skin, Noble watched as a flush quickly spread over it.
Eyes tracing the lines of Ollie’s thin, bare chest, he noted that his ribs seemed to show just a little bit less than they once had.
Noble’s cock jerked in his boxers, and he licked his lips as he eyes trailed over the man’s hard pink nipples, which were just begging to be played with, down to the man’s erect prick, which jutted out from a patch of red curls.
“I need,” Ollie whined, reaching for him. Noble obliged, moving in close. He captured the witch’s mouth again, one hand dropping down to grip one of Ollie’s plump ass cheeks, while the other trailed over the man’s chest.
He rolled and pinched one nipple, swallowing down each of Ollie’s moans. He almost sighed in relief as the man fully freed him from his pants and boxers, breaking the kiss with a groan when Ollie ran his hand up and down his length a few times.
Brushing the witch’s hand away, he growled, “Lube?”
Ollie blinked as if in a daze, before giving his head a shake and blurting, “Far left drawer, on the end.”
His brow rose slightly in question at there being any in the kitchen, before reluctantly untangling himself to fetch it.
Tugging the leftmost weathered green drawer open, he chuckled as he snagged the small bottle of lube, along with one of the condoms he spotted buried amongst the random shit inside.
“Interesting place to keep it,” Noble said with a grin as he turned back to Ollie, his gaze automatically running over him again.
Ollie’s face seemed to redden more at his words. “W-well, I thought it could come in handy sometime in the future. And like, I was right, wasn’t I?”
“You were,” he drawled thickly, as he tore open the condom packet with his teeth. Ollie seemed to swallow hard, his eyes filling with heat as his gaze dropped to Noble’s cock.
Tossing the wrapper on the counter, Noble’s prick throbbed almost painfully under the witch’s needy gaze, a drop of pre-cum leaking out as he rolled the condom on.
Popping open the top of the lube, he squirted some into his hand just as Ollie whined and reached for him again. “I want it badly, please. Hold me. Make me feel grounded. Please, Noble.”
Noble quickly lubed up his cock before tossing the bottle back in the drawer, hurrying to Ollie with a decent amount of lube still in hand.
Sucking on the witch’s bottom lip when he reached him, he stayed there briefly before trailing down, nipping as he went.
In some places he bit hard enough to leave a mark, but not break the skin, until he reached one of Ollie’s nipples, which he captured with his mouth.
As he bit and sucked, Ollie arched, letting out a needy whine, while trying to press his bud harder into his mouth, as he yelled out, “Oh, God, yes. Yes, bite me! Bite me!”
With each sweet plea sending a shudder down his spine and a growing need through the rest of him, Noble growled around the bud before clamping down hard with his teeth, but not enough to draw blood.
As much as he knew Ollie enjoyed a bit of pain with his pleasure, he wouldn’t go that far unless they had talked about it beforehand.
Even with that being true, as he drew a loud, pleasure-filled cry from Ollie’s lips, Noble struggled to stop himself from biting harder, as his cock jerked and spurted more pre-cum at the sound.
His own need becoming almost too much, Noble reached around to probe at Ollie’s hole with his lube-covered hand, the man’s keening ramping up as he pressed a finger inside.
Noble switched to the witch’s other nipple, biting and sucking that one as well, while he worked on opening Ollie up.
He had just added a third finger when Ollie begged, “Need you now! Please, please, Noble. Make it burn! Make it hurt. Show me I’m still here, that I'm still me!”
Popping off the bud in his mouth with a growl, he straightened up, before spreading and pressing Ollie’s legs back. The man seemed happy to let his body be manhandled and manipulated, as Noble lined up his cock and pushed inside.
Ollie’s hiss mixed with Noble’s grunt as his crown popped past the man’s tight ring, both of them moaning louder as he slid fully inside.
“So big,” the man gasped.
“You feel amazing around me, Baby. So tight and hot,” Noble rumbled.
He chuckled when Ollie demanded in response, “Make me feel it!”
With a smirk, he gripped the witch’s hips and proceeded to withdraw almost completely before slamming back inside and holding himself there. His actions drew a strangled cry from Ollie as the man’s hands clamped down on his shoulders, his cock bobbing with the force of the movement.
“I hope you felt that,” Noble teased, shuddering as Ollie’s hole clamped down around his dick.
Whimpering in distress, Ollie whined, “More.”
Who am I to deny my Baby anything? Pulling back to the tip before thrusting back inside, he didn't stop this time, and continued to do it again and again. Noble’s thigh slapped against Ollie’s ass each time as he formed a rough rhythm.
Ollie just held on, nonsense and praise spilling from his lips, as tears filled the witch’s eyes for very different reasons, while Noble pounded hard into him.
When Ollie began to tremble, Noble felt every movement around his cock, and he was forced to grit his teeth to stop himself from ending things too early, as his sack started to pull tight in response.
“YES! Oh, God, yes! So good!” Ollie babbled when Noble slightly changed the angle of his thrusts, now pegging the man’s prostate with each plunge.
With each pump into Ollie’s scorching heat, the witch squeezed tightly around him, as if unwilling to let him leave him.
The action was driving Noble insane, and slowly pushed him closer to the edge.
The tight knot inside him built and built, and the moment he felt he was near to losing it, he reached between them and started jerking Ollie off.
The double pleasure quickly became too much for the witch, and only moments later, the man screamed out in warning, “I’m gonna—ah!” before finally coming.
Ollie’s heat spasmed around his cock, clenching repeatedly as the man’s prick spurted cum over his chest and stomach.
It was enough to break his control, and Noble’s orgasm plowed through him hard.
He came with a shout, but never slowed his rhythm, as he fucked into Ollie until every last drop had been wrung from him.
Standing there, breathing heavily as his cock softened inside Ollie, he wrapped his arms around the witch and lifted him up, plastering the man against his chest. They both winced when he took an unsteady step back and his dick slipped free.
Steadying himself, Noble moved back and dropped tiredly into the chair he’d abandoned earlier, settling Ollie in his lap.
Panting heavily, Ollie sat there quietly, seeming to do nothing but breathe for a moment before finally snuggling closer.
Ollie sniffled, rubbing his face against one of Noble’s thick covered pecs, as the man ran a hand up and down his back.
His ass throbbed slightly as he sat there, but he didn’t care.
Nor did he care that his skin was starting to feel a bit itchy as his cum dried against it.
He should probably care that it wasn't a smart idea to sit mostly naked in Noble’s lap while they were at the kitchen table, but considering they’d just had sex on it…
Mm, he would definitely need to disinfect things after this. But for now, he was just going to enjoy being held, until the itch he felt turned to ick and the need for a shower grew.
“Ollie…”
“Mm?”
“There are more things we need to talk about.”
Ollie let out a distressed groan. “I don’t want to.”
He was currently trying not to think about what they had already talked about, and was only succeeding because his ass was sore and his bones felt like jelly.
Noble chuckled. “I know. But I promise, the next part isn’t as horrible as the first, even if it is connected.”
“Fine.” He let out a sigh. “Talk away.”
“Red wants to start witch training as soon as possible. The more control you have over your magic, the less likely you’ll find yourself in a situation where you see no other way but to give in to one of the entities again.”
“Why is it ‘one of the entities’ and not just The Living Flame?” he asked suspiciously, pulling back to watch Noble’s expression.
The man gave him a sheepish smile. “Once one of the arcana has been present in someone, it increases the risk that other entities will be drawn to them… The way Red put it is…they are a nosy bunch and like to get involved in each other’s business.”
“Seriously!?” He pressed his face back to Noble’s chest and let out a frustrated scream.
“OLIVER WISTERIA CROSS!? ON THE TABLE?! WE EAT THERE!”
Ollie flinched as his cat bellowed his full name. Glancing back hesitantly, he couldn’t help but scrunch up on Noble’s lap, in an attempt to appear smaller, after spotting Red standing in the doorway. His fur was fluffed, and he looked all out of sorts, his yellow eyes narrowed and fierce.
Ah…damn…
Would pointing out that Red wasn’t technically supposed to eat on the table help the situation? He eyed Red’s expression, which seemed to be switching from anger to disgust. Probably not…