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Noel had a number of fucking reasons to be happy. He had just spent the night at some awards show. Not anything for Oasis, or music in general, he was pretty sure. Truth be told, he didn’t know why he (or Liam) were even there. But it was enough to get free food, and, thank Christ, free alcohol. The good shite.
Food and alcohol were two good reasons to be happy. Another was Liam. It was a fancy fucking award show, that required some fancy fucking dressing. Liam (and himself) was in a nice suit, tailored to his body. Noel kept finding himself staring at the way the suit curved down Liam’s back. How the pants cupped his arse nicely. Even though he was fully covered, Noel considered him nearly naked the way the suit showed his body off.
Liam was right behind him, stumbling into Noel’s hotel room. As soon as the door closed Noel kissed him hard, with one hand pulling Liam closer by the neck and the other grabbing his arse. Liam let out a happy noise as he leaned into Noel, getting one hand on his face and the other on his back. Noel felt himself nearly jump out of his suit.
Noel backed up until he found the bed, then sat on the edge. He roughly pulled Liam down face down across his lap. He rubbed Liam’s arse before pulling Liam’s trousers and boxers down just enough to uncover.
He braced his right arm across Liam’s back, then struck his arse hard with his left. Liam flinched, holding onto Noel’s leg.
Noel dug his fingertips in Liam’s back. Liam was perfect like this. Noel struck him again as hard as he could. His hand immediately went numb as Liam’s arse turned red. Noel rubbed the raw skin.
“You alright?”
Liam let out a whine as he nodded. Noel was pretty sure he felt Liam’s hard prick digging into his thigh.
“Good boy,” Noel said as he struck Liam again. Now a few small welts were starting to show, some turning purple. Beautiful. With one finger he teased Liam’s balls. Liam tensed and whined.
Noel struck again and again, each one hitting as well as the last. Liam let out a sob. He might’ve been crying.
After one particularly hard hit, Liam tensed and groaned. His fingers gripped Noel’s thigh. Noel gave him a second to see if he would tap out, but after nothing, delivered another hit.
“Noel,” Liam groaned. Noel hit him again. Liam whined. “Noel.”
“You trying to tell me something?”
Liam hung his head as he muttered.
“What was that?”
“I came,” Liam said, turning his head to the side but not making eye contact.
Noel thought for a second. How the fuck did-
“Turn over. Let me see.”
Liam hesitated for a moment, then turned, laying face up on Noel’s legs. Noel noticed just how purple his arse had become.
And there it was. Noel could see the white stain through his pants. He gently rubbed the stain, making Liam squirm.
“Can’t believe you get off on it that much,” Noel murmured. His rubbing turned to palming.
Liam tried to stay still. “Like you don’t,” he said, eyeing Noel’s bulge.
Noel gave a firm palming. Liam winced. “That gives us a problem,” he said, putting his free hand under Liam’s head, supporting him.
Liam hummed in question, looking up at Noel. Noel enjoyed watching Liam’s eyes travel down his body. Liam had a thing for suits just as much as Noel. And Noel’s suit fit just as well as Liam’s. They were both tailored by the same guy, some cunt with a French name. Well, a cunt who knew what he was doing.
“I still haven’t cum yet,” Noel said, massaging the back of Liam’s head. Liam looked like he was going to pass out. “What are you going to do about it?”
Liam’s mouth hung open as he stared up at Noel. Noel could see some wheels attempting to turn in his head. Then Liam slipped down, his knees on the floor and his face in Noel’s clothed crotch. Liam dug his face into Noel’s thighs, his open mouth wetting the fabric with saliva. Noel found he couldn’t care less.
Liam settled on mouthing at Noel’s prick. Noel sighed as his hand settled on the back of Liam’s head, sifting through his hair. Liam looked up at him, his blue eyes rimmed with red, though he had stopped crying. For a few seconds, he just looked. His wide eyes skimmed all over Noel.
Noel, however, was growing impatient. “You can admire after you start,” he said, gently pushing Liam’s head into his crotch.
Liam closed his eyes and hummed. He undid the fly of Noel’s trousers and pulled them down just enough to get his prick out. Liam immediately had his mouth on Noel’s prick, using his tongue all along the side. Noel sighed as he kept his hand in Liam’s hair.
Liam had his hand wrapped around the base of his prick as he took the head into his mouth. Noel groaned as Liam tongued around the head. By then he was leaking, doing his best to not cum.
Liam took more into his mouth until he had all of Noel. Noel didn’t know how it almost always seemed so effortless. The only time he struggled was when Noel was rough and pushing himself into Liam’s throat. Other than that, it was just prickling eyes and Liam looked as good as ever.
Liam looked up at Noel with his glistening eyes. He pulled away, then sank down. Noel had both hands in his hair, trying not to double over. Liam kept going.
Noel gave up trying to contain himself. He moaned as he pulled Liam’s hair. His feet, in those nice dress shoes, curled and dug into Liam’s back.
“I’m close,” Noel whimpered, tapping Liam’s head. Liam hummed, which was enough to send Noel over the edge. Noel doubled over as he came, while Liam sank down able to handle Noel cumming down his throat. Noel’s legs twitched feeling the warmth from Liam’s mouth.
Noel made an open “haa” sound as Liam slowly pulled off. Liam tongued the slit, making Noel’s voice catch in his throat.
Liam stayed kneeling for a moment. Noel could see his eyes flittering up and down his body. Then Liam surged up for a kiss. Noel laid down, bringing Liam with him. He wrapped his arms around Liam tight, not caring where Liam’s mouth had just been. His hands traveled down to Liam’s arse, still bare and red and hot. He kneaded the skin.
Liam grabbed his face and groaned low into Noel’s mouth, which would’ve gone straight to his prick if it was working. One of Noel’s hands slipped under to Liam’s prick, palming over the trousers. Still soft and wet. Liam whined as his hips twitched. Noel groaned.
“You alright?” Noel asked, feeling the welts on Liam’s arse.
“Are you alright?” Liam asked, nibbling on Noel’s lip. Noel carded his hand through Liam’s hair.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Liam answered with a smile.
“Should probably get out of these,” Noel said, starting to sit up and shed the outer layer of the suit. He had started to sweat a while back, and the suit wasn’t doing any favors.
“Here,” Liam muttered, moving Noel’s hands away. He pushed off the black coat and started undoing the buttons on Noel’s white shirt. Noel stayed still.
Liam got the white shirt off, revealing Noel’s undershirt. He slid his hands under for a few seconds, feeling around Noel’s torso before slipping the shirt off. The air around them wasn’t cold anymore.
Noel laid down as Liam felt around his hips. He managed to kick off his shoes. Liam pulled Noel’s trousers off. He eyed Noel’s prick, hanging out of his boxers. Noel sighed as Liam took it in his hand, running his thumb across the head a few times before pulling Noel’s boxers off. Maybe that’s what he was deciding.
Noel sat up as Liam focused on the last bit of clothing he had on: socks. Liam quickly whipped those off, leaving Noel naked. Still kneeling on the ground, Liam looked over Noel’s body. Noel realized he still looked just as in love as he had when Noel had the suit on.
Noel started with his hands on Liam’s shoulders, pushing the black coat off. Liam sat up straight in front of him, making it easier to reach the buttons. He slipped the white shirt off, then Liam’s undershirt. He slid his hand across Liam’s chest, feeling the muscle and hair. His hand stopped in the middle as he leaned down to kiss Liam. He wouldn’t admit it, but he found comfort in feeling Liam’s heartbeat.
Liam stood up, letting Noel reach his trousers. They were still pulled down halfway in the back. Noel undid the fly and pulled them down the rest of the way. Liam kicked his shoes off to step out of the pants. The front of his underwear was stained with his cum. Noel stroked the middle with his thumb. Liam exhaled. Noel pulled his boxers down, exposing Liam’s limp prick. He wrapped his hand around it, starting to mouth at Liam’s hip. Liam whined and put a hand on the back of Noel’s head. Noel looked up at Liam as he dragged his tongue across Liam’s skin. He was pretty sure he felt Liam’s prick twitch in his hand.
He took his hands off of Liam and moved further up on the bed. Liam followed, taking off his socks. They curled close to each other, then Liam pulled Noel on top of him. Noel laid on him, pressing his ear against Liam’s chest. Liam rested his hand on the side of Noel’s face, gently smoothing his hair. Noel wasn’t sure how they had gone from Liam drooling in his lap as Noel spanked him, to Noel curled on Liam’s chest, but he wasn’t complaining.