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He lets me kiss him, but it doesn’t last long before he has control and flips me onto my back with him leaning over me. “I think it’s time to see how much you learnt from my demonstration.”
“Yes, please.”
The buzz of Saint’s ink gun surprises me, he doesn’t usually start work this early. It’s only nine-thirty, and our appointments don’t normally start until ten, later if it’s a late night. I walk through the shop to his station. “Hey, Saint,” I call as I approach, not wanting to startle him.
“Come in, Noah,” he says but doesn’t stop working.
I’m surprised to see Knox in the chair. “Hey, Knox, this is a surprise. How’s it going?” I feel guilty for not going to the gym lately. But after the shit that went down in the club, I’ve not wanted to show the bruises on my back.
“It’s good. Are you doing okay?” Of course, he knows about what happened. Or is this to do with me and Saint? Has he shared what we’re doing with his brothers?
I look at Saint. He’s already looking at me, his eyebrow cocked and the hint of a sexy smile playing on his lips. “I’m good. Your brother is keeping me on my toes.”
“That doesn’t surprise me. If he gives you any shit, you come and tell me or any of the brothers, and we’ll kick his arse.”
“Don’t talk to my boyfriend like that,” Saint says without looking up from Knox’s arm, where it looks like there’s some touch up work being done.
I feel the heat rise up my cheeks as Knox seems to do a double take between us. “What the fuck, bro? Way to tell us. How long has this been going on? Plus, boyfriend? You’ve never had a boyfriend. The dads are going flip their shit, you know how much they love Noah.”
“Calm your shit. It’s new, and we’re taking it slow and steady.” Saint looks at me. “Aren’t we, boy.”
“Yes, so please don’t make it a big issue.”
“Why did you tell him?” Noah asks me when Knox leaves the studio. Honestly, I’m not really sure why. It felt like a good time, and I know my brother, he cannot keep a secret, so it was a good way to get the news to my family.
“Why would we keep it a secret?” Now he’s got me thinking I shouldn’t have done it. Did he want to keep it a secret?
He chuckles. “I guess I expected you to announce I was your sub. I don’t think any of them would’ve found that a surprise.”
“They’ll know that soon enough when we’re seen at the club. I’ve booked us a room for tomorrow night. It will be a lesson, so not for prying eyes. I want you concentrating on me, not turning into an exhibitionist before you’ve mastered certain skills.”
“Um, skills, like what?”
“Well, your gag reflex for one. You’re improving, but if I want to strap you to a bench and fuck your face, I need you to be able to take it.” I grin as he squirms, trying to adjust himself without me noticing. He’ll soon learn that Doms see everything. “You like that idea, don’t you, you dirty little slut.” My words are deep, heavy with lust. “Go lock the door, boy. We’ve got time.”
I hold back my smile at the speed he rushes off to do as he’s told. I undo my jeans and pull out my cock. It’s not fully hard yet, Noah can complete the job with his mouth. I give it a stroke as he comes scuttling into the office. When he sees me, he drops to his knees in front of me. He’s going to be such fun to teach. “Open up, boy,” I command, and when he does, I rest the head on his tongue and keep still. “Don’t close your mouth, I haven’t told you to.”
With him like this, his mouth will pool with saliva. I want it dripping down his chin before I push in deep. The lubrication will make it so much easier for him. It doesn’t take long before I can fully slide in, holding still as he begins to gag. “Breathe through your nose, boy.”
As I pull back only slightly, he does as he’s told, then I’m back, going deeper. He retches but sucks air in through his nostrils and swallows the convulsions. “Such a good cocksucker. You’re going to be so much better with daily practice.”
He hums around my cock, making it twitch in his throat. He does love the dirty insults. “Good subs get rewards, like my load down your throat.”
His eyes flutter shut as I pull out, then push back in, harder and deeper than before. The gagging is less now, but I’m not going to reward him until he can control it. “You’re getting better, keep going, relax your throat.” Then suddenly, he does just that. I can slide in and out fully without a cough or splutter from him. “Such a dirty cum slut. You want my load, boy? Have you done enough to deserve it?”
He hums again, it’s almost as if he’s slipping into subspace. His pleasure is all over his face as he moans again. “Don’t swallow it, boy. Keep it in your mouth.” I pull back out of his throat and almost from his mouth so I can pump my length.I know it won’t take long; my balls are already tingling and tightening. Two strokes are all it takes, and I’m pouring thick ropes of cum over his tongue. His face is a mess with tear stains down his cheeks and spit dripping off his chin. But to me, he looks beautiful, utterly wrecked and completely mine. With his mouth full, I pull back and look down at him, my heart beating faster as I take it all in. “Stand up.”
When he stands, I lower my head and kiss him, sucking my cum into my mouth only to feed it back to him. Finally, I pull away, stroking my finger down his cheek. “Swallow.”
Obediently, Noah swallows, then wipes his palm over his mouth and chin and smiles. “Fuck, that was so hot. I promise to get better, Sir.”
“You did well, I loved it. Go get cleaned up, put on one of the shop T-shirts. At least you didn’t come in your pants this time.”
“It was close for a while, but yeah, I controlled it today.” He grabs a T-shirt and walks out to the bathroom.
I open the shop again and get my station set up for the next appointment. When I pick my phone up from the desk, I groan. Two texts, from my brothers and a missed call from Pops.
“What’s up?” Noah asks when he comes back through. His face is clean, no tears or cum in sight. His mouth is still a little puffy, but not in an obvious way.
