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Graham had yet to notice him, too engrossed in conversation to think to look over in his direction.
He watched as Damon brought his arm to Graham's shoulder, gently pulling him close as he murmured something to him, lips almost brushing against his ear. Not a moment later, Graham was laughing uproariously, face curved into a wide grin.
They were practically on-top of each other with the way Damon was resting his head on Graham's shoulder, holding him close, pressing their bodies together.
It made his stomach turn.
Noel began walking towards them with brisk, determined strides. His eyes were locked on Damon, still shamelessly draped across Graham, pawing at him with his long, thin fingers.
“Oh, Noel! How are you-”
Graham's words faded into a soft gasp as Noel pulled him into a tender, aching kiss. There was a certain urgency in the way he grabbed at his hips, desperate to feel Graham's body in his hands, as though he couldn't stand the thought of going another second without it. The tips of his finger crept under the hem of Graham's shirt, making him moan a little in surprise, skin prickling at his touch.
He stepped back to look Graham in the eye, regarding him with a dark, sultry expression.
“Just came over to check on you, love.”
“Oh- yes, I'm- I'm fine. Thank you.” Graham looked away from Noel, bashful. His face was flushed a lovely pink, which spread all the way down to that beautiful hollow just above his collarbone.
God, did he drive him absolutely mad. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to pin Graham to the wall right that second and kiss him until he was breathless and shivering in his grasp.
“Ah, well I was just about to go get another drink. Did either of you want anything?”
He shook his head.
“I’m alright thanks, Gra,” Damon replied.
“Alright then, I'll be back in a bit.”
Noel turned his attention to Damon, watching with barely concealed annoyance as a slight, teasing smile spread across his face.
“Was that for me?”
“Was what for you?” Noel crossed his arms tightly over his chest as he spoke.
He knew exactly what Damon was talking about, but he would not allow the implication of his words to remain unspoken. He wanted to hear Damon say it, divulge the fact that he really did hold some bitter, jealous interest in Noel and Graham's relationship.
“You know what I mean. I'll take it as a compliment.” There was a frustratingly casual air about his words, unbothered, amused even.
He watched Damon wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. It was almost obscene how soft and pink they appeared against his pale skin, almost like a woman's lips…
“The fuck are you on about?”
“You’re jealous of me, which means you must think I'm better than you, at least a little.”
Noel furrowed his brow, eyes narrowing as he fixed Damon with a particularly venomous stare. He tried to come up with an appropriately spiteful response but his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the other man stepping closer to him, so close that their noses very nearly touched in some kind of mock-kiss.
He felt his face flush a little despite himself.
“You worried it's really me Graham's thinking of when he's with you? Thinking about how good it felt to have me inside him?”
Damon tilted his head slightly, his half-lidded eyes giving him an almost flirtatious expression.
For a brief moment, a terrible, perverse thought intruded his mind — the thought of pressing his lips to the smooth, delicate skin of Damon's neck and hearing him softly sigh in pleasure at his touch.
A fluttering warmth filled his stomach and made him shiver deeply.
Noel abhorred the feeling, truly, but that did nothing to stop it. He gritted his teeth, swallowing against the tightness in his throat.
“Just keep your fuckin' hands off him, Albarn.”
Damon smiled at him, smug and self-satisfied as ever.
“Graham didn't seem to mind. He used to enjoy it quite a lot, in fact. Used to beg me to take his pretty cock in my hand and make him come.”
Noel felt his arms tense. He imagined taking Damon by that pretty throat of his and knocking his head back into the wall behind him. Maybe then he'd finally get it through his thick fucking skull that Graham was his .
Noel clenched his fists tight enough to hurt, trying to force himself to calm down.
He refused to give Damon the satisfaction of seeing that his words had so deeply affected him.
They meant nothing. Noel would make them mean nothing.
Before anything else could happen, he noticed Graham walking back over to them.
He stopped at Noel's side and took hold of his hand, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.
“We're going.”
Graham blinked at him. “Already? Is something the matter?”
“I just think we should leave, right now.”
He looked him over carefully, staring at him with those beautiful, brown doe eyes.
“Alright, let's go.”
As soon as they were through the door, Noel was all over him.
His hands found Graham's hips as he pushed him up against the wall, firm and unrelentingly eager.
He kissed Graham fiercely, feeling him moan and whimper against his lips as their tongues danced against each other. It was absolutely intoxicating, feeling Graham's mouth against his own, soft and warm and addictingly sweet.
Noel felt possessed by some wild thing deep within himself, something that ached for Graham so desperately that it could not be tamed. It compelled him to bite sharply at the side of his neck — to sink his canines into that wonderfully soft, fine flesh. He trailed his mouth a little further down after that, nipping at Graham's collarbone before lavishing his tongue over each bite mark.
A loud, shuddering moan forced its way past Graham's lips as Noel dragged his teeth against his skin. His hips bucked forward as he arched further against the other man's body, making him acutely aware of just how painfully hard he was, of how hard they both were. He pulled himself away rather suddenly, instinctively covering his mouth with his hand. His face was so warm he feared it might melt, that his whole body would melt under Noel's impassioned attention.
Noel was transfixed by the sight of him, by how utterly adorable he looked, blushing so sweetly. He gently guided Graham's hand away from his face before reaching out to hold him by the arms as he spoke.
“You like that? Like it when I'm rough with you?”
Graham nodded his head minutely, biting at his bottom lip.
“I wanna hear you say it with that pretty voice of yours…”
“Ah- I like it when you're rough with me, Noel,” he replied in a soft, honeyed tone.
Noel reached his hand up to gently grasp Graham's neck, feeling the quickness of his pulse. His whole body was calling out to him, aching for his touch, aching to be filled.
“I know you want me to give it to you nice and hard. M’gonna fuck you silly, make you come on my cock like the desperate little whore you are.”
“Yes~ yes, please.”
Noel placed a final scorching kiss to his lips before firmly taking Graham by the arm and guiding him to his bedroom. He pushes him down onto his bed, wasting no time in stripping him of his clothes before undressing himself.
There really was nothing quite so titillating as the sight of his dear Graham laid out before him, tall, lithe and beautiful as ever. He placed a hand on Graham's chest before slowly trailing it down the length of his torso to his deliciously hard cock, committing to memory the sight of it straining upwards against his stomach, pink and glossy with precum.
Noel felt the urge to taste him then, leaning his head down and pressing a few soft kisses to the tip of Graham's length before giving it a slow lick, covering it with his saliva. He felt Graham writhe and quiver beneath him as he wrapped his lips around his head, firming his grip on the underside of his thighs to keep them spread open.
Noel fixed his eyes on Graham, whimpering softly, his head thrown back in pleasure, coming undone from having Noel's mouth around his perfect cock. He looked so beautiful like this, so completely and utterly perfect.
Graham shut his eyes tightly, resting his hands on the back of Noel's head, grasping at his hair as he continued to take him further down his throat. His movements were deliberate and unhurried, working his tongue around him with a seemingly practiced ease. It made Graham wonder how many times Noel had done this, how many men he'd been with.
He could not stop himself from imagining Noel getting down on his knees for one of those men, peering up at him through his long, pretty eyelashes as he wrapped his soft, pouty lips around his cock.
Graham tossed his head to the side, sweetly moaning and panting as he continued to picture it.
Noel slowly drew his mouth off of Graham. He reached for the bottle of lubricant stashed in the top drawer of his nightstand and liberally coated two of his fingers with it. Placing his left hand on Graham's stomach, he eased his fingers into him, feeling the way his muscles tensed and relaxed as he slipped further and further inside him.
“Alright?”
“Ah~ yeah, just- please be quick. I can't take it much longer. Need you inside me, Noel…”
Noel kissed him gently and began swiftly working his fingers in and out of him. He drove them in a little deeper each time, making Graham’s whole body shiver and his hips arch upwards as he brushed up against that sensitive spot inside him.
Noel continued for a few minutes before carefully withdrawing his fingers to rest his hands on Graham's waist. He held Graham firm as he quickly turned him over onto his stomach, pulling his hips up to meet his own.
Graham gasped loudly in surprise, his insides fluttering with a burning warmth at being handled in such a way, as though he were a doll. He felt his cock twitch at the thought — being Noel's pliant, submissive toy, for him to do with as he wished.
Noel pressed his lips to Graham's ear, giving him a gentle kiss.
“You don't mind if we do it like this, do you? Wanna be able to fuck you as deep as I can.”
“I…I don't mind. You can have me however you'd like.”
Noel reached out to gently pet his hair, adoring the way Graham softly sighed in contentment and relaxed into his touch.
Taking himself in his right hand, Noel slid his palm up and down his cock until it was slick with lube. He finally entered Graham then, letting out a long, deep exhale as he did, slowly moving his hips forward until he was completely inside him.
And God, did Graham feel fucking incredible, squeezing around him so perfectly, making his brain go blank with pleasure. He was so wonderfully warm and tight — better than anything he'd ever felt before.
Noel began driving his length into him, steady and deliberate, bottoming out with every thrust. Leaning forward, he pressed a wet kiss to the back of Graham's neck.
“That feel good?” he purred, his voice low and breathy.
Graham nodded quickly, eyelids fluttering closed as he concentrated on the pleasure of Noel's length sliding in and out of him.
“Better than Damon?”
Noel unconsciously tightened his hold on Graham's hips as he spoke, overcome by a surge of possessiveness.
“Hm~ huh?”
“Don't play coy, I know about you and him. Used to let him bend you over and fuck your tight little arse, didn't you?”
He firmly gripped one of Graham's cheeks before giving it a light smack.
“Oh fuck, Noel~ Ah~ again. Please, please-”
“Hit me again…”
A lustful moan erupted from Noel's parted lips, in equal measure surprised and intensely aroused. He considered Graham's words for a moment, slyly smiling to himself.
“I didn't realise how much of a pervert you are, Graham. You look so adorable and innocent but really you're a dirty fucking slag who gets off on being smacked around.”
He brought his palm down with slightly more force than before, though he still took care to ensure he did not truly hurt Graham.
“Harder! Please, please~ give it to me harder. ”
“Yeah? You want it harder?”
He nodded his head eagerly, biting at his plush bottom lip.
Noel spanked him again, more vigorously, alternating between the left and right side until both his cheeks were flushed and more than a little sensitive.
“Fuck~ Did y’let Damon do this to you too?”
“Ah- no, I- I never asked him to.”
“Just me then?”
“Uh-huh, just you Noel.”
He pressed himself up against Graham's back and wrapped both arms around his lower torso, holding him as close to his body as he could. The sound of his slick cock pounding into Graham was utterly pornographic, growing louder and louder as he thrusted his hips even quicker.
“Such a good boy for me, Graham~ You're mine, aren't you? All mine, yeah?”
“Yes, yes~ Oh god~ ”
“I wanna hear you say it, love. Tell me you're mine…please.”
“Mh~ I'm yours, Noel~ I'm yours, I'm all yours. Yours and no one else's.”
Hearing him say that was enough to push Noel right to the edge, his whole body tense with anticipation. Deep moans and pants spilled from Noel's lips, his mind thick with a hypnotic arousal, entirely incapable of thinking of anything else but Graham.
“Oh fuck~ Fuck- I'm gonna come, Graham. I'm- I'm so close- ”
Graham whimpered and moaned beneath him, pushing his hips up and arching his back in an effort to take Noel as deep inside himself as possible.
“P- please~ Please come inside me~ I wanna feel it, want you to fill me up- ah~ all the way…”
Noel felt himself finally, blissfully slip over the edge, his orgasm crashing over him like a great wave as he spilt himself into Graham. An overwhelming, intoxicating pleasure gripped his entire body, making him cry out ecstatically. He could not hold himself back — the words left his lips before he could even think not to say them.
“Oh, Graham! I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you~ Fuck- I love so much!”
Graham gasped, loud and breathless, as he reached his own climax.
“I- I love you too, Noel~ I love you~ ”