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Nick’s fingers skimmed across his stomach softly, slowly tracing the pads and nails over his own skin. His other hand was up to his mouth nibbling anxiously as he stared up at the ceiling, lost in the sounds of his mind, his thoughts running through his head wildly and loudly as he did so.
His fingers traced further down his lower stomach to the band of his boxers, slipping his fingertips just below the elastic as he continued to stare up at the ceiling. His eyes closed as he bit down softly into his nail and his breath hitched quietly, his hips slightly raising.
It felt sinful, doing this in their bed while Noah was locked away in the home studio working on… something. But the absence of his boyfriend’s presence had left Nick craving. He even had his hoodie on, the smell of Noah enveloping him.
His fingers slipped past the band of his boxers just above his hip bone, rubbing in small circles as his hand lingered there. Nick bit down on his lip quietly, his fingers tracing the soft v-line of his lower abdomen. His eyes opened, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for long, his desire getting the better of him as his fingers dipped lower.
His breathing grew heavier as his fingers brushed over his length now, his free hand pulling the collar of Noah’s hoodie further up to cover his mouth more.
Nick closed his eyes again as his hand grabbed himself, a whimper slipping from his lips. It was soft and quiet, muffled by the hoodie, and a low sound of a single soft gasp followed. His hand moved slowly, his chest rising with another sharp inhale.
Nick then bit down onto Noah’s hoodie, stifling the louder sounds that threatened to slip from his lips. His free hand tangled into the sheets of the bed, and his other hand slowly started to move with a more rhythmic motion, his back arching ever so slightly as his breathing got heavier.
His thumb pressed against the head of his length, his sharp inhale muffled by the hoodie. He wanted to moan and whine as loud as he could so badly, his mind racing with thoughts of what Noah would think of him if he saw him like this, in their bed. It made Nick whimper softly into the collar, his tongue lapping against the fabric with the thought.
His face grew warm from the combination of heat and embarrassment, his breathing getting heavier as his hand worked himself. The quiet of the room, the smell of Noah surrounding him, it was a bit suffocating.
Soft gasps were stifled into the hoodie once again as Nick’s pace started to quicken. He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach, his back arching more, his head tilting back. He then plants his feet on the bed, giving him leverage to rock his hips up, rolling them into his fist.
He could almost hear Noah’s voice, disappointed, teasing. The thought of it made Nick’s hips roll again, his thighs squeezing slightly. The way Noah would talk down to him, the way he would look at him. Nick whined into the hoodie again, his other hand tightening his grip on the sheets.
Well, as if on cue…
It’s not like Noah meant to interrupt, the studio just wasn’t the most inspiring that day.
His plan was just to come in, check up on Nick (despite being the one who said he would not stop working for a while), change into something a little bit more comfortable, and then head right back.
But when Noah entered their bedroom and saw Nick like… that.
He froze in the doorway, mouth hung open.
For a moment, he let himself watch. Admiring the way Nick’s back and hips arched, the way he bit down into his hoodie, and how the sheets scrunched up from his fingers.
“Need a hand, Nicholas?” Was all he could manage as his mouth seemed to move on his own. The words were quiet and rough as Noah made his way over, stopping at the foot of the bed.
Nick’s head quickly shot up, his wide eyes meeting Noah’s. His face was a flushed red, with an embarrassed and shocked expression. He’d honestly rather been caught with a cigarette again than like this. His hand was out of his boxers in an instant, as he tried to cover himself.
“What are you doing in here?” The tone in his voice was flustered and embarrassed, but his breathing still heavy.
Noah clicked his tongue as he stood at the foot of the bed, leaning on the bed frame as he keeps his eyes on his boyfriend’s flushed face. “Checking in on you.” He stated, not moving a single muscle. “So. Need some help with that? Or are you going to finish all by yourself?”
Nick’s face flushed an even darker red, a quiet whine escaping his mouth. He was humiliated, being caught in a vulnerable state. But he would be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on even more.
He looked at Noah, his eyes scanning over him. “I thought you were busy.” He retorted lowly.
“Well, I was busy.” He started to explain as he shrugged off his shirt, tossing it to the side.
“Can’t help myself though, especially when my boyfriend is clearly needy in our bed.”
Nick’s eyes flickered everywhere, from Noah’s face to his bare torso, to where his shirt had just been thrown to. He swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes trailing down to Noah’s pants, as if waiting for them to join his shirt.
A small huff followed after Noah’s statement, a slight pout on Nick's face. “I just got bored, okay.” His face was still red as his fingers clutched a little harder to the comforter.
Noah let out a low chuckle as he reached for the button of his jeans, undoing it but not making a move to take them off.
“Bored, is that really how you’re going to play this?”
As if teasing wasn’t enough, he ran the tip of his tongue over his lips, watching Nick in an almost predatory way.
Nick tried his best to keep his breathing steady, the combination of Noah’s words, actions, and the look he was being given was doing something to him.
The way Noah’s tongue moved over his lips made Nick’s breathing hitch, his hips moving just slightly. He swallowed harshly, fighting to keep himself from begging out loud.
Noah started to slowly move towards the side of the bed, his hand running over the edge of the mattress before grabbing Nick’s wrist. “So, tell me. What were you thinking about to get you all worked up like this, hm?”
Nick’s face was flushed, breathing heavy, and he was clearly needy for some relief. His chest continued to rise and fall, his breathing slightly labored. He looked at Noah’s hand wrapped around his wrist and bit down on his lower lip. He had to stop himself from blurting out all of his thoughts at once as the way Noah's fingertips grazed along his skin.
Nick’s eyes trailed up Noah’s body, trying his best to regain any sense of control. He wanted to make a joke or come back with a snarky comment, but all he could manage instead was a small whimper.
“Come on, Nick.” Noah whispered, leaning in over the bassist. His hand went back to the man’s wrist as he pinned it down above his head. “Tell me. Were you thinking about me?” He asked as he slowly moved to get on top of Nick.
Nick’s arm went limp as Noah pinned him into the mattress, staring up at him with wide eyes as his chest continued to rise and fall at a steady pace.
“Yes.” He said so quickly it was almost a pant, almost spilling out of his mouth before he could process the words. “Yes, of course it was you, always you.”
Noah smirked, satisfied as he held down both of Nick’s wrists at the sides of his head. “Now, why don’t you finish. I won’t stop you.”
Nick arched his back into the mattress, a whine slipping past his lips as he pulled at his wrists. His legs spread slightly as he tried to get comfortable and find some sort of friction.
That is until the words Noah spoke hit his ears, his eyes snapping up from staring at Noah’s bare torso. “A-are you serious?” He asked lowly.
“Completely serious, Nicholas.” Noah whispered, adjusting himself on top of Nick so his thigh is pressed in between his legs, making those thoughts come back full force. “Go on. Don’t need my help, right? You can do it on your own.”
Nick’s breath caught in his throat as he rolled his hips against Noah, his head tilting to the side and a quiet whimper slipping from his lips. “Noah…” He murmured quietly as he bucked his hips forward. Nick’s eyes fluttered, his head facing Noah again. The pressure was delicious.
He smirked at Nick’s reaction, loving the way the other sounds.
“You sound so pretty when you’re needy and desperate like this." He teased lightly as he leaned in closer so their lips were just a breath away from one another.
Nick’s face flushed, his cheeks a bright pink as he breathed heavily. “I’m not desperate or needy.” He mumbled quietly, rolling his hips against Noah’s thigh.
“You’re just delusional and make me look that way.” He had meant for it to sound more snarky, but it ended up coming out breathlessly and with a small whine.
“Mhm, sure.” Noah said sarcastically as he watched Nick try to keep his composure. “So you wouldn’t mind if I did this then?”
He brought one of his hands down from Nick’s wrist and gently grabbed Nick’s neck, applying a pressure with his thumb just under his jaw bone.
Nick’s breathing caught sharply in his throat under Noah’s hand. His back arched further, a soft noise escaping him as he whined again.
He wanted to hide the way Noah was making him feel, he could feel the heat rise in his cheeks and his hips still roll ever so slightly. He wouldn’t admit it, not yet, at least.
What caught Noah’s attention was Nick’s hips. He quickly figured out what was on his mind.
“Is that what you want?” Noah asked teasingly, grinding his thigh further against his lap.
Nick bit down hard on his lip as his hips instinctively bucked forward, his back arching and toes curling. Everything about this was driving him mad, the grip on his neck, the look on Noah’s face, the tone of his voice. He couldn’t help but roll his hips again, slowly becoming more desperate.
Noah loved watching Nick. How flushed his face is, the way he bites his lips and the way he tries to arch his back. It was beautiful.
And the sounds he makes were even better. Noah wondered if he could get him louder.
So he pressed his fingers down harder on Nick’s neck and ground against him rougher. “Come on, you’re almost there.”
Nick would almost feel embarrassed if the only thing on his mind wasn’t Noah. The way his thigh felt against him, the pressure on his neck, the sound of his voice, his smell.
He rolled his hips again, his breathing getting heavier as his breathing got more breathy and ragged. “S-shit-” He cursed quietly before his bottom lip was back between his teeth.
The way Nick’s breathing is heavier… Noah would have kept it up for an hour if he could.
But he wanted to see Nick come undone for him, a desperate mess as he loses control.
So he tightened his grip on his neck slightly, just enough that it would make some noise come out.
“Let me hear those pretty sounds.”
The noise slipped out almost at that instant, a breathy groan sounding out. His head fell back against the pillows as his breathing became heavy, his head starting to feel fuzzy.
Noah shifted his thigh against Nick again, a groan slipping from his own lips. He was so focused on Nick and his reaction that he accidentally tightened his grip harder than intended.
Nick let out a loud groan as his hips bucked forward against Noah again. His chest was rising and falling fast, his breathing getting heavier as it became ragged.
His mind was starting to go fuzzier, the way Noah was in control, the grip on his neck. His eyes fluttered shut as his hips rolled forward a little harder.
Seeing the way Nick was reacting made Noah want to tease more. It was a beautiful sight, the way he looked at a complete loss for words.
Noah let go of Nick’s neck and pulled him into a kiss, his hand returning to the man’s wrists and pinned them above his head again. Nick groaned deeply into the kiss, his lips moving in a messy and lust driven fashion, his hips still moving against Noah desperately.
He would be a mess by the end of this, and he knew it. It seemed clear that Noah wouldn't let up until Nick was a panting mess at his mercy.
Noah pressed his tongue against Nick’s lips, wanting to explore his mouth. At the same time, his free hand went back and grabbed Nick’s hip, grinding up against him hard. He was still slow, but he knew what the other wanted.
Nick moaned softly, almost a whine, letting his mouth fall open and allowing Noah to explore his mouth. Every roll of his hips was getting harder, faster, more desperate. His hands were grasped at the pillow above his bead, his breathing heavy and ragged as his tongue met Noah's.
Suddenly, Noah flipped their positions so Nick was now straddling his thigh. Nick gasps at the movement, and Noah’s hands find their place at Nick’s hips and held him down, starting to grind him against his thigh.
Nick’s head fell back as his hips bucked forward against Noah’s leg. He whined and whimpered quietly, biting down on his bottom lip, his hands grasping onto the first thing he could find, which was Noah’s biceps.
“That’s right,” He said in almost a whisper, but his voice was still rough and deep. He lifted Nick up a little bit and started guiding his hips better, helping him grind against his thigh. “Like that.”
Nick started to whine louder, his head falling forward to lean into Noah’s chest as his breathing became heavier. He let his hips buck against Noah’s thigh as he was guided with a whine, his grip on Noah’s arms tightening a bit.
Noah shifted his leg further so the angle was good for them, watching his lover become a complete mess.
He let Nick buck his hips for a little bit before guiding his movements again. “You’re doing so good, Nicky. Keep going. I know you’re so close.”
His face flushed at the praise, a mix between embarrassed and turned on. He closed his eyes as his breathing got heavier, his hips rolling against Noah’s thigh. He was so close, so very close.
“Noah-” He whimpered quietly, his fingers tightening again as he moved his hips.
“Come on, Nicholas.” Noah pressed Nick’s hips down a little bit harder as he guided him. He was watching every little thing Nick did, the way his face would react and how he moved his hips.
“Use my thigh.” He added in a growl.
Nick bit down on his lip harshly as his hips rolled against Noah’s thigh again, his thighs shaking slightly as his breathing got heavier. “Noah- please...”
“You can finish like this.” Noah whispered lightly in Nick’s ear. He shifted a hand to Nick’s stomach, holding slight pressure.
“Go on, baby. Use me.”
Nick whined and panted as he started moving his hips again, his nails digging softly into Noah’s arms, his breathing becoming ragged as he began to move his hips in earnest.
His breathing was becoming ragged as his hips started moving faster and faster, his hands still digging into Noah's arms. “I- can’t- I-” He was struggling to form words now, his mind becoming fuzzy as his hips rolled faster.
“I know, I know.” He whispered as his free hand reached up to tangle in Nick’s hair. “You’re being such a good boy, so beautiful and pretty.” Noah smirked at the way Nick was struggling, and at the way Nick was clinging onto him.
Nick was so close, and Noah was determined to push him over the edge.
“Let go for me, Nicky.”
He was so close, he could almost taste that sweet finish. But his brain was too hazy to even think now. He buried his head into Noah’s body as his hands shook against him, his fingers digging deeper into Noah’s arms as his breath caught in his throat.
He started to move his hips harder, desperate to chase his release, his legs shaking underneath him as he panted. He was starting to lose all control, his mouth open and breathing loud and heavy as he panted. He just needed a little more, his hips continuing to buck forward and grind down onto Noah’s thigh.
And when that thread snapped, he lost it, spilling into his boxers with his toes curling and a sharp breath catching in his throat, his back arching and fingers scratching into Noah’s skin. He just had enough sense to bury his face into Noah’s chest to hide his face. He trembled as the waves of pleasure washed over him. His breathing was uneven and heavy as his fingers still grasped tightly for a moment, his face flushed bright red as he continued to hide against Noah.
Noah wrapped his arms around Nick, holding him close as his boyfriend came down from his high, leaving soft kisses against his head and neck.
“There you go, baby. You did so good for me.” He reassured Nick with a low coo, moving his hands to run through the other’s hair.
Nick was completely blissed out, his breathing just starting to recover from his climax. His face was warm, and he still hid against his lovers chest as he calmed down, his eyes lidded as his hands still remained grasping over Noah. Noah’s voice is quiet and comforting as he holds Nick in the aftermath, whispering sweet nothings to the man as he recovers. Noah plants light kisses on the crown of his boyfriend’s head in between whispers, his arms wrapped around him protectively.
Nick slowly came back to his senses, breathing slowing down to a steady pace and his body slowly relaxing against Noah’s. His legs were jelly from his orgasm, but he still buried himself into Noah. His fingers started to slowly relax from the death grip they had on Noah’s arms.
Noah noticed Nick relaxing, the man going almost completely limp on top of him. He gently lifted Nick's face from his chest so he could catch a glimpse, letting out a soft chuckle when he saw the tired look on his face.
“Hey there,” He said in the same low, comforting tone as he ran his fingers through Nick’s hair.
Nick let his head lull to the side as his eyes slowly opened, half lidded as he stared up at Noah. He was exhausted and his hair was a complete mess, but he didn’t care. All that mattered is he was there with Noah in that moment, as he stared back at him.
He smiles up at Noah, slowly and surely his arms moved up and wrapped around his neck to hold himself there against him.
Noah couldn't help but smile as he looked down into Nick’s sleepy and satisfied eyes. There was something so innocent about this moment. Nick looked so cute in the aftermath, smiling up at Noah like that.
He started to rub up and down Nick’s back in a soothing manner, closing his eyes and just appreciating the moment. He was silent for a bit before speaking up again.
“Feel good?” He asked in a low, comforting voice as blinks his eyes back open, pressing a kiss to Nick’s forehead.
Nick was content. He was warm and felt good, the exhaustion of the whole thing leaving him in a state of pure bliss. It was hard to even form words to answer Noah.
So instead, he nuzzled his head forward into Noah’s chest, his hands gently sliding over tattooed skin, absentmindedly tracing the muscles on his bicep. Noah held Nick tight, almost not wanting to move with him like this. He wanted to keep him so close.
Noah then brought his hand up and placed it under Nick’s chin, tilting his face up and placing a kiss to his lips.
Noah broke the kiss after a few moments but still held Nick's face close, his thumb gently rubbing against his cheek. “I need to get back to work soon,” He murmurs lightly as his lips twisted into a smirk, admiring the way Nick looked so out of it.
A look of disappointment flickered over Nick’s face. He did not want Noah to get up, he wanted to stay like this and cuddle with his boyfriend.
A small huff escaped Nick’s lips as he buried himself against Noah again, his eyes closing. “Can’t you be done?” He whined quietly and muffled into Noah’s skin.
“Wish I could be.” He said sadly as he ran his hands through Nick’s hair. However, as he was about to get up, Noah got a devilish idea.
“But, we can have a little more fun first if you’d like.”
Noah did not get his work done that day.