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Noah pushed his cock inside Piper’s ass in one smooth thrust. Piper felt every inch settling, felt his body opening for it, felt Noah’s cock deep enough that he could feel it in his stomach.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
“Noah.”
“Shh. I know.”
Noah fucked him. Slow and deep. Hips rolling in a rhythm that made Piper lose it. Every stroke brushed his prostate. Every pull-back was almost too much. Piper’s wrists strained against the silk because his hands wanted something to hold on to and could not. The silk pulled tight when Piper arched. Noah kissed him through the thrusts, kept moving, did not stop, did not speed up, did not slow down.
Piper came a third time, untouched, cock spilling cum while Noah’s thrusts fucked it out of him. The sound he made was the sound of someone who stopped pretending he was managing anything. Noah followed two strokes later, pushed deep, came inside him in long heavy pulses, face buried in Piper’s neck, groaning low.
They stayed like that, tied, sweaty, breathing hard. Cum slick, messy, and leaking out of Piper around Noah’s still-buried cock.
Noah reached up and untied the silk. He rubbed Piper’s wrists gently, then pulled him close.
Piper lay there, heart still hammering. He had come three times. Nobody had ever helped him do that before. At least not without making it about control or power or obedience.
“I have never come in quick succession like that.”
Noah kissed his temple. “Well, I have been developing my craft over the years.”
Chapter Twenty: Seattle
Piper noticed the brightness before he opened his eyes, light cutting through the glass, which seemed wrong for this city. Seattle was not supposed to look like this. This was the kind of morning that could ruin him, and he was going to let it.
He opened his eyes to water and sky, both too clear, sunlight breaking across the surface. For a moment he stayed, not moving.
Then he remembered where he was.
Noah lay beside him, one arm stretched across the mattress. Piper sat up slowly, trying not to wake Noah.
He stood and crossed the room.
He rested his hand against the glass.
“It’s not usually this nice this time of year. You brought the sun.” Noah’s voice came from behind him, rough with sleep.
“It’s better than that.”
Noah shifted, sitting up. “Careful. You’re going to hurt L.A.’s feelings.”
Piper smiled. “ L.A. doesn’t have feelings. It has angles.”
“Very true.”
Piper stayed where he was, looking out the window. “It always looks like it’s trying to be seen.”
Noah got up and came to stand nearby.
“You could leave.”
“No, I have to play for the team they are paying you millions of dollars to beat.”
“Oh that detail.” Noah laughed.
“You know what I love about Seattle?”
