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RESET

The hallway was quiet except for the sound of footsteps—Noah’s slow, steady descent down the stairs, and Liam’s shaky ones trailing behind.

He still hadn’t swallowed.

His mouth was full, tongue pressed down, jaw tight, trying not to breathe through his nose too much. Every second felt like a countdown to humiliation. Every taste bud inundated with Noah’s taste.

At the bottom of the stairs, Noah turned back just once.

His voice was low. Amused.

“I’ll be watching.”

Then he turned and walked straight into the crowd like nothing was wrong.

“Yooo, Alex! My guy! You try the fucking shrimp? Unreal.”

Liam stood frozen on the last step.

People were everywhere—talking, laughing, drinks in hand, music humming under it all like background pressure. And he was standing there like a walking sex-crime scene.

Panicking, he drifted toward the drinks table—desperate for something to do.

He started picking up glasses. Moving ice around.

His fingers were shaking.

He nodded at someone who passed by, hoping it looked normal.

No one talked to him yet. Thank God.

He kept rearranging a tray of lemon slices, barely able to see straight. His mouth was aching to swallow. To end it.

He prayed Noah was too distracted to notice. But he knew he wasn’t.

Just stay quiet. Look busy. No one will—

“Heyyy! There you are!”

Liam flinched.

Dylan.

Of course. Who the fuck else?

He turned slowly, trying to smile without moving his mouth too much. The taste of cum sat heavy on his tongue, coating his teeth, resting in the back of his throat.

Dylan came up beside him, drink in hand, already mid-sentence.

“Dude, your party’s nuts. You see what happened in the backyard earlier? This dude tried to light something on fire. I swear to God I thought we were getting evicted.”

Liam nodded, throat tight. He made a noise that might have been “mmhmm” or “kill me”—it was hard to tell. The vibrations made Noah’s semen even more prominent.

Dylan leaned in a little, lowering his voice. “Also, where were you? Noah said you were getting something but you’ve been gone like, twenty minutes.”

Liam blinked.

Panicked.

He had to answer that. Not with all of the cum still in his mouth. The pressure, the taste—it was unbearable.

So he did it.

He swallowed.

In one big gulp.

A thick, audible noise. His throat moved once—then again.

His eyes watered.

Then he coughed. Immediately. Tried to cover it with the back of his hand, turning slightly like it was nothing.

“Kh-huh—sorry,” he rasped, voice rough. “Uh. Wrong pipe.”

Dylan frowned, instantly concerned. “Shit, you okay?”

Liam nodded too fast, still catching his breath. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Just—drank too fast.”

His face was flushed. His body was burning. His mouth felt empty and violated all at once.

And across the room, Noah was looking, Ashley by his side, raised his glass in perfect timing. Like that swallow was his victory, too.

That smug, unbothered smirk on his face.

Liam cleared his throat one more time, forcing his voice to even out.

“Hey,” he said, more quietly this time. “Sorry if I was… weird earlier. When we met, I mean. I wasn’t really—I don’t know. In the best headspace.”

Dylan smiled, paused, sipped his drink. “It’s your birthday. You’re allowed to be a little off. Honestly, I figured you were just overwhelmed or something.”

Dylan leaned against the table, drink in hand, eyes casually on Liam. There was a pause—comfortable at first—until it stretched just enough to feel like something else.

Then Dylan spoke.

“Can I ask you something kind of random?”

Liam tensed slightly. “Sure?”

Dylan tilted his head. “How long have you guys been friends? You and shorty.”

Liam blinked. “Uh. I don’t know. A while, I guess. Since the beginning of the year.”

Liam’s response came a little too quick.

“Why?”

Another pause.

 Then—

“You’re just… really different from him.”

Liam’s heart skipped.

“I mean, not in a bad way,” Dylan added quickly. “You’re just—like—you come off as really... Nice. Conscious of other people.”

He shrugged, half smiling.

“And Noah’s… well. None of that.”

Liam laughed weakly, throat tightening. “Yeah, he’s definitely not.”

“It’s just interesting you two get along so well,” Dylan said, tilting his head. “Don’t get me wrong—I adore shorty. He’s hilarious.”

He lifted a hand, giving a casual wave toward the far side of the party.

Liam followed his gaze.

Noah was leaning against the wall, drink in hand, eyes already on them like he’d been watching the whole time. The second Dylan waved, Noah nodded in return—grinning.

Dylan smiled. “But you’re grounded. And he’s… chaos.”

Liam’s throat went tight. He gave another soft laugh, too breathless to be convincing. “Yeah… He’s… uh… intense.”

Liam was grinding through his workout, sweat dampening his collar, when he felt Noah before he saw him. Finally with his cast off.

A shaker bottle thunked onto the bench.

 “Here,” Noah murmured.

Liam didn’t even have to ask what it was.

 He glanced at the pale liquid swirling inside and muttered dryly, “Ah, yes. The magic formula.”

Noah just smirked, crouching to Liam’s level as his hand settled on the bench beside him. Liam took a long swallow of the shake, wincing slightly at the sharp taste.

“That’s… bitter than usual,” he muttered, wiping his mouth. “What even is in this again?”

Noah met Liam’s eyes, and smirked.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to worry about it?”

His tone was low, even. But the edge was there.

 “There’s protein in it. Some nice organic additives. That’s all that matters.”

 He straightened, gave Liam’s shoulder a firm squeeze, and walked away without another word.

Liam stared after him for a second before shaking it off and turning back to his weights. He racked the bar, sitting up to roll his wrists out, when the door swung open.

“Heyyy,” Claire called lightly, jogging in with her gym bag slung over one shoulder.

Her voice made something in Liam’s chest ease.

His smile came without thinking.

“Hey,” he said, and meant it.

Claire made a little face when she saw the bench he’d just been on.

“Wow, working hard today, huh? You’re dripping.”

She pulled her ponytail tighter and plopped her bag down near his feet, rummaging.

“I swear, every time I see you in here you’re trying to outdo yourself,” she teased softly.

 “Or… trying to impress someone?”

Liam chuckled weakly, wiping his neck with his towel.

“Just… habit,” he muttered.

She looked up at him then, warm and bright, a little mischievous.

“Well… save some energy for tonight, okay?”

He blinked, caught off-guard.

She tilted her head, smiling knowingly.

“You are still excited, right? For tonight?”

Her gaze lingered on his, warm — but there was something sharper under it now. Hungry. Expectant.

Liam’s throat tightened.

He nodded quickly, forcing a small grin.

“Yeah! Yeah, of course I am!”

But even as she smiled, already digging through her bag again for her water bottle, his stomach was sinking.

They’d been trying. A few times now.

To finally… seal the deal.

And every single time, he’d faltered. Lost it. Couldn’t stay hard for more than a few desperate minutes before his own body betrayed him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want her — fuck, he did. God, he did. Ironically, he was getting hard right there just thinking about it.

But every time, something inside him buckled. Like his own head was working against him. The thought would creep in — what if she doesn’t like it? What if I’m not good enough? — and then it was over before it even started.

No matter how much he wanted her, the fear always won.

And the more it happened, the worse it got.

Now, with her standing there — so soft and sweet and looking at him like that — he could already feel himself failing again.

Claire slipped her bottle back into her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and gave him one last teasing grin.

“Don’t wear yourself out too much, champ,” she said, voice sing-song and warm. “Save some of that for me.”

She winked as she walked off toward the cardio machines, ponytail swishing behind her.

Liam watched her go, smiling faintly. But it faded fast.

He dropped back onto the bench and finished his last set in silence, his stomach a knot.

Maybe… maybe he should talk to Noah about it. Noah always seemed to know what to do. Always seemed to have a plan. And God knew Liam couldn’t figure this out on his own.

He racked the bar, wiped his hands on his towel, and walked over to the front desk.

The receptionist was scrolling through her phone, barely glancing up when he leaned on the counter.

“Hey,” he started, voice low, “uh… you know where Noah is?”

She finally looked up, blinking at him.

“One sec,” she said, and grabbed the landline, muttering into it as she dialed an extension.

Liam nodded, waiting, already regretting opening his mouth.

Shit. What the fuck was he even gonna say? Hey Noah, can you fix my dick?

And worse—he remembered, too late—he’d also need to ask Noah for… permission?

Fuck. Fuck.

Even thinking it made his chest squeeze, made shame coil low in his gut.

His eyes darted toward the door, half-tempted to just leave. Regret filling his eyes.

Too late.

The receptionist hung up, turning back to him.

 “He’s at the hospital,” she said casually.

Liam froze.

“…Hospital?”

She didn’t seem to notice his expression, already looking back at the computer.

“Yeah. You want me to leave him a message or something?”

Liam shook his head quickly, stepping back.

“No, uh… no. Thanks.”

But his chest felt tight as he walked away, one thought running circles in his head:

The hospital? Is he… okay?

He pulled out his phone and typed:

[LIAM: yo u ok? front desk said ur at a hospital?]

A few seconds passed before it buzzed.

[NOAH: lol she’s tripping. its my day off.  just with friends]

Then another one, almost immediately after:

[LIAM: she talks too much lmao]

Liam stared at the screen, uneasy. Puzzled.

He scrolled back up, rereading Noah’s reply.

Liam exhaled slowly and shoved his phone back into his pocket.

Well… whatever.

At least it meant he didn’t have to have that conversation right now.

The idea of asking Noah for permission to cum with Claire—even just saying it out loud—made his skin crawl.

It was fine when it was all… you know. Them messing around. Bro shit. He could almost laugh it off then.

But not with her. Not like this.

That would just… make it weird.

He tightened the laces on his sneakers and straightened up, forcing his shoulders back.

So yeah. Weird or not, at least he didn’t have to deal with it today.

 ******************

Liam pressed the doorbell and waited, shifting his weight from foot to foot, the little bouquet of flowers crinkling in his hand as he adjusted his grip.

He didn’t have to wait long—light, quick footsteps, and then the door swung open.

Claire stood there — and for a second, he forgot what he was supposed to say.

She was stunning.

“Ohhh! You brought me flowers?” she gasped, grinning as she plucked them out of his hands.

Then she narrowed her eyes playfully, holding them up.

“You don’t think I could’ve bought my own, huh?” she added, feigning mock offense, her lips twitching like she was trying not to smile.

Liam froze, his stomach dropping.

“What? No—no, that’s not—I just—” he stammered, already flustered, reaching out awkwardly like he might actually take them back.

But then she broke. Laughed.

A bright, warm laugh that made his ears burn.

“Relax, Liam,” she said through her smile, already spinning toward her kitchen. “You’re adorable. And so are these.”

She found a vase and started filling it with water, humming to herself, while Liam stood there clutching his jacket, still trying to get his heart rate back down.

He followed her in, hovering awkwardly while she filled the vase and set them on her little kitchen counter.

“Perfect,” she said, spinning back toward him. “Okay—let’s go.”

Outside, he opened the car door for her, and she smiled at him as she slid in.

And at the restaurant, the tension eased a little. The lighting was warm, the quiet hum of chatter and clinking glassware all around them. Liam let his shoulders drop once they were seated, even managing a small smile when the waiter poured their wine.

He glanced at Claire as she scanned the menu, her fingers playing with the corner of her napkin.

“What’re you thinking?” he asked, voice a little rough.

She didn’t look up.

“Hm?”

“For dinner,” he clarified. “You’re, uh… making a face. Like you’re solving a math problem.”

That made her laugh softly, her eyes flicking up to his.

“I was deciding between the salmon and the risotto,” she said. “But now you’ve made it sound like a life-or-death choice.”

He let out a breath of a laugh.

He closed his eyes and inhaled dramatically, like he was reading some invisible signal from the universe.

“Go with the salmon,” he said solemnly.

Claire snorted, raising a brow.

“Oh yeah? Channeling the spirits for me now?”

Her grin widened.

“God, I love a man with… deep connections.”

Liam cracked one eye open and tried not to laugh.

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, shrugging, “they don’t always return my calls.”

When the appetizers came, she kept the conversation easy—work stories, her classmates, some funny thing about her building’s super being “a total creep.”

Liam chimed in, forcing himself to loosen up.

By the time the plates were cleared, the wine had softened her cheeks pink and given him enough confidence to smile at her without overthinking it. Good.

And then she leaned in, eyes sparkling with mischief.

 “You can’t tell anyone I told you this,” she murmured.

He raised his brows. “Oh? Now I’m curious.”

She grinned.

“Ashley. She’s… getting worse every day. Swear to God. Keeps saying she’s in love with Noah. Like, full on. The man of her life, wedding bells, the whole nine yards.”

Claire rolled her eyes and laughed into her wine.

“She tells me all the time she knows he’s just pretending to play hard to get. Can you imagine? Poor girl’s delusional.”

Liam chuckled, shaking his head faintly.

“Well… good thing she’s got you to keep her grounded.”

Claire grinned at him over the rim of her glass, eyes twinkling.

       

“Oh, trust me,” she said with a little laugh. “I’ve tried. It’s no use. She’s obsessed.”

 She waved her hand lightly, still smiling. “Keeps dropping little hints to her followers about it.”

Liam laughed.

The rest of dinner passed in a warm blur. A little more wine, a little more laughter. By the time the check came, Claire’s hand was resting lightly over his on the table, her smile soft and easy.

When they got back to his apartment, he set his keys on the counter and turned to find her already kicking off her heels, holding the wine bottle they’d brought home from the restaurant.

       

“Couch?” she asked, raising a brow.

       

“Couch,” he agreed.

They settled onto the cushions, close enough that her knee pressed lightly into his. She poured them each a glass, and they talked at first—but not much. The words started to trail off as her hand found his thigh.

Before he even realized it, he was leaning into her, his lips catching hers, his hand sliding to her cheek. She kissed back hungrily, pressing closer, her fingers curling into his shirt.

He could feel it already. The ache low in his stomach. His cock stiffening quickly—maybe not cumming for so long was finally working in his favor.

For the first time in weeks, he thought, okay… okay, I can do this.

Her breath was hot against his neck, her hands slipping under his shirt as he murmured into her mouth. He could feel his own pulse hammering, his hips already shifting toward her.

He broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Come on. Bedroom.”

She smiled—a slow, knowing smile—and let him take her hand as he led her upstairs.

They tumbled onto the edge of the bed, still kissing, her laugh muffled into his mouth as he guided her down against the sheets. Her nails grazed his side and his breath hitched, his hands sliding over her hips, her waist, her back.

But as his fingers found the hem of her shirt and started to lift, something changed.

He swallowed, trying to ignore it.

But there it was. The creeping edge of panic. That cold, slithering thought—don’t fuck this up again. Just don’t fuck this up.

His kiss faltered just slightly, but she didn’t seem to notice—her hands were already slipping under his shirt, pulling him closer.

Still, his heart was pounding for all the wrong reasons now.

Their clothes hit the floor one by one, kisses and laughter muffled into the sheets. Her skin was soft under his hands, warm and welcoming, her breath hot in his ear as she pulled him closer.

When she reached for him—her hand sliding between them, wrapping gently around his dick—he paused.

He knew even before she touched that he wasn’t hard. Not anymore.

Her fingers paused, just barely squeezing before letting go.

He didn’t dare look at her, but he swore he could feel it. The faintest shift in the air. Disappointment.

Something hollow cracked open in his chest and he stopped moving altogether, pulling back.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting on the edge, feet planted on the floor, his head bowed.

Time froze.

“I’m… sorry,” he muttered. Barely louder than the quiet hum of the air vent.

Behind him, the bed creaked softly as she sat up.

There was a long moment of silence before her voice came, soft and warm, a little smile audible even if he couldn’t see her.

 “Hey... Liam. It’s okay.”

He shook his head faintly.

“Hey…” she repeated, her hand resting lightly on his back. “You’re fine. You’re just nervous, that’s all. Don’t worry about it.”

But he didn’t move. Didn’t turn around. He just sat there, shoulders hunched, staring at the floor.

She waited for another beat, then asked gently, “Do you… wanna just cuddle for a while?”

For the first time, he turned his head slightly, and she caught a glimpse of his face—his expression small and defeated.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “Yeah. I’ll… I’ll just grab us some water.”

She smiled faintly and nodded, lying back against the pillows as he stood and left the room.

The kitchen was dark and quiet. He hadn’t even bothered to turn the lights on.

He leaned on the counter, hands gripping the edge until his knuckles went white.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

It had never been like this before. Never.

He squeezed his eyes shut, a hot pulse of anger and shame burning through his chest.

She was amazing. Funny. Sweet. Gorgeous. She deserved… someone who could at least…

His jaw clenched.

He hated himself for this.

And worse—he hated how familiar that voice in his head was now. Whispering he’d just… keep failing. Keep proving himself right.

He grabbed two glasses from the cabinet, filled them at the sink, and forced himself to take a breath before heading back to her.

  ******************

A week passed. Still no sign of Noah.

Liam was at the gym, but his mind sure as hell wasn’t. That was his new norm.

He pushed through his usual routine on autopilot, barely feeling the weights in his hands, barely hearing the clank of metal around him. He was just… waiting. Every time the door opened, his eyes snapped up, only to find some random member shuffling in.

Every second crawled like it was trying to piss him off.

Finally, when the door swung open and Noah strolled in like his usual self, Liam’s breath caught. There he was—black joggers, oversized tee, backwards cap. Headphones around his neck. Smirk already in place.

Noah spotted him right away and gave a lazy two-finger wave.

But Liam didn’t smile back. He didn’t even try.

He racked his bar, grabbed his towel, and walked straight toward him. Noah noticed the look on his face and straightened just slightly, eyebrow arched.

“Noah,” Liam said when he reached him, voice low and serious.

“Well,” Noah said, a little surprised, “you sound like you’re about to tell me you crashed my car or something.”

“Not here,” Liam cut him off, glancing over his shoulder at the people scattered around the gym. “After your shift. My place. You free?”

Noah cocked his head at him, grin curling wider. “Oh? You tryna set up a little date with me now?”

“I’m serious,” Liam snapped, heat rising in his cheeks. “I need to talk to you. About… something. Just come by. Please.”

Noah studied him for a moment, eyes sharp now, like he was sizing him up. Then he gave the faintest nod. “Yeah,” he said. “Sure.”

Liam nodded back, turned on his heel, and walked off without another word, leaving Noah standing there, still watching him.

 ******************

The rest of the day crawled by like a bad dream as well. Liam cleaned his apartment twice. Tried to eat, gave up halfway through. Every time he thought about what he was about to ask Noah… his chest went tight. But he couldn’t keep going like this. He couldn’t.

When the doorbell finally rang, Liam nearly jumped.

He opened the door, and there was Noah—leaning casually against the frame.

“You gonna let me in, fuckface?” Noah said, low and amused.

Liam stepped aside silently, and Noah brushed past him into the apartment, his presence filling the space like he owned it already.

Noah turned to face him once the door closed, hands slipping into his pockets. “Alright,” he said, voice calm but sharp with interest, “you’ve officially got my attention. What’s eating you, little buddy?”

Liam swallowed hard, his palms clammy, and he realized—too late—that now he actually had to say it.

Liam stopped pacing. Rubbed the back of his neck. He felt hot all over, and not in a good way.

“I—” He started, stopped. Then again: “I don’t even know where to start, man.”

Noah raised his eyebrows. Said nothing.

“Also, where the hell were you this week?”

Noah rolled his eyes. “Took the week. Don’t worry about it.”

Liam exhaled sharply, leaning back against the fridge like it might steady him. “Yeah, well… I had another date night. With Claire. It… happened again.”

“Ah.” Noah’s mouth twitched. Not quite a smirk, but close. “So you’re still batting zero.”

“Yeah. And fuck you.” Liam let out a weak laugh, but there was no heat in it. “But… yeah. Couldn’t… y’know. Perform. At all. And she’s… she’s great, man. She’s sweet and hot and funny and she was so nice about it, but—”

“But you hated yourself anyway,” Noah finished for him, flat.

Liam’s head jerked up, but Noah didn’t flinch. Just held his eyes.

“Yeah,” Liam admitted, quieter now. “Yeah. I fucking hated it. And then I couldn’t stop thinking about—about maybe this is just who I am now.”

Noah tilted his head slightly, one corner of his mouth curling. “You’re not fucked, bro. You’re just stupid. Keep going.”

Liam huffed, a little laugh he didn’t even mean to let out. But then his mouth kept going. He didn’t even know why—just talking too much now, like once the dam cracked, it was all spilling out.

“I thought maybe it was her. Maybe I just… really like her, y’know? And I’m scared of messing it up. Or maybe it’s because of… us.”

That finally made Noah’s eyebrow tick up.

Liam looked down at the floor. “Like… maybe the shit we’ve been doing? You and me? It’s… fuckin’ with my head or something. Like, I even caught myself thinking… like, what if I—what if I should’ve asked you first before I tried anything with her? Like… like it was your permission I needed to… That’s fucked up.” He trailed off, rubbing his face.

“Like… what the fuck, man? I don’t know,” Liam muttered, shaking his head. “I think all this… bros helping each other sometimes… whatever the hell we’ve been doing, it’s messing me up. Or maybe not? I don’t know anymore. I just—” He let out a breath, frustrated with himself. “You’re so damn effortless with girls, with… everything. I figured if anyone knew how to fix this shit, it’d be you.”

For a moment after Liam’s words trailed off, the room went quiet. He half-expected Noah to laugh at him, toss out some biting remark about how pathetic he sounded. But Noah didn’t.

Instead, Noah just… looked at him. His face softened, that sharpness in his eyes giving way to something calm. Warm, even.

“Alright,” Noah finally said, voice low. “Take a breath, dude. You’re not crazy. You’re just… in your head, again. And that’s a shitty place to be, huh?”

Liam blinked at him, thrown.

Noah stepped closer, leaning casually next to him, his arms folding but his posture easy now, almost protective.

“Start from the top,” Noah said. “That night. With Claire. Walk me through it. How’d you feel? Not just at the end—all of it.”

Liam hesitated, but Noah’s eyes didn’t waver, and somehow it made the words come easier.

“I… I felt good at first. Like, really good,” Liam said quietly. “At dinner, she was perfect. Fun. Warm. And even when we got back to my place, at first I thought… y’know, finally. I was even… hard already. But then…” His voice faltered. “Then we got into it, and it’s like my brain just flipped. I started thinking too much. About disappointing her. About disappointing myself. And then it was just—” He made a helpless gesture. “Nothing.”

Noah listened silently, his gaze steady, before he finally nodded slightly, thinking.

“Hum…I think you’re right.” Noah said after a moment.

That caught Liam off guard. His head snapped up, brow furrowed. “Right how? What do you mean?”

Noah’s lips twitched into a faint, knowing smile.

“I mean… you nailed it,” Noah said, his tone even but warm. “We’ve been fucking around, you’ve been helping me out, and for the first time you’re actually… out of your own head. Having fun. Relaxing. And now?” He gestured vaguely at Liam. “Now you’re finding out what you actually like. New shit and all that.”

Liam stared at him, still confused. “What I… like?”

“Yeah,” Noah said simply. “Like your thing with your nipples, for one.”

That made Liam’s ears go red. “That’s— that’s not—”

Noah cut him off with a soft laugh. “Don’t even bother. Own it. You like it. That’s fine. I know plenty of guys who do. Lemme ask you something—any girl you’ve been with ever touch you like that before?”

Liam shifted awkwardly, shaking his head. “...No.”

“Right,” Noah said, his smile faint but his voice surprisingly gentle. “So now you’re not repressed anymore. And you’re finally figuring out how your own body works. I’ve seen this before, man—happened to a couple buddies of mine too. First time they actually explored shit, it made all the boring vanilla stuff feel… empty.”

He tilted his head, looking at Liam like he was solving a puzzle.

“I think what you need,” Noah said at last, “is a reset.”

Liam stared at him, still trying to catch up. “A… reset?” he echoed, his voice faint.

Noah leaned just a little closer, his grin subtle but warm, like he was handing him the answer to a question Liam didn’t even know he’d asked.

“Yeah,” Noah said. “Clean slate. Rewire your head. I can help you with that. You’re gonna be okay, bro.” The faint smile on his lips carried a quiet certainty, the kind that made it hard not to believe him. It felt comforting.

Liam stayed quiet for a long moment, still turning Noah’s words over in his head. Reset. The word stuck there, like a loose tooth he couldn’t stop poking at.

Finally, he looked up at Noah, suspicion and hope tangled in his eyes.

“This… reset thing,” he said slowly. “It actually helped your buddies? Like… they got over this shit? They got back in the game?”

Noah didn’t even blink. “Absolutely,” he said, voice low and steady, like it was a fact. “They got out of their heads, got their confidence back, and stopped second-guessing themselves. You’ll get back in the game too. Poor Claire is gonna beg you to stop. You’ll be better than ever, trust me.”

Liam stared at him for another second before letting out a shaky laugh. “God… okay. Yeah. I mean… if it worked for them…”

“It did.” Noah interrupted, his tone so sure it was hard not to believe him.

Liam nodded a little, like he was trying to convince himself. Then his brow furrowed, and he glanced back at Noah with a nervous edge in his voice.

“So… what is it? The reset? What do I have to do?”

Noah’s grin was slow, deliberate. He leaned in and tilted his head, studying Liam with that calm, predatory ease he always carried.

“Well,” Noah said, his voice dropping just slightly. “It’s… hard to explain. Not really something you just talk through. It’s more about… rewiring the pathways. Teaching your body it’s okay to just respond, instead of thinking so much.”

Liam blinked at him. “Okay… but like… how?”

Noah straightened up, closing the last bit of distance between them, his grin sharpening into something just a little wicked.

“Simple,” Noah murmured. “You let me take over for a while. Trust me. Let me… reset you.”

Liam swallowed hard, his back pressing instinctively against the fridge. “…Take over??”

Noah’s voice dropped into a low, quiet hum.

“Yeah, bro. Don’t worry. It’ll feel good. Really good. And when it’s over…” He reached out, casually straightening the hem of Liam’s shirt as if it had somehow gotten ruffled. “…you’ll be ready to get back in the game. No doubt in my mind.”

Liam stood frozen as Noah took another step closer.

“Alright,” Noah murmured, his fingers brushing Liam’s shoulder briefly, grounding him. “If we’re gonna do this? You gotta promise me one thing.”

Liam swallowed hard. “…What?”

Noah leaned in just slightly, his breath warm near Liam’s ear.

“You’re honest with me. Every second. No lying. No shame. You just tell me what I ask you. Honestly. Yeah?”

“You’re freaking me out, man.”

Noah didn’t answer. Just stared.

Liam gave a shaky nod. “...Y-yeah.”

Noah pulled back, giving him that little smirk again. Confident. He clapped him lightly on the chest before moving past him toward the couch.

“Awesome.” Noah said casually over his shoulder.

Liam watched as Noah dropped down on the couch, stretching his long frame out with easy confidence. He pulled off his cap and set it on the armrest, then peeled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside before slipping the cap back on—backwards this time, a cocky little grin tugging at his lips.

He kicked off his sneakers, then his socks, leaving his bare feet propped casually on the rug as he leaned back into the couch, arms behind his head, his biceps flexing just enough to make it impossible not to look.

Then his brown eyes found Liam’s, and his grin deepened.

“So,” Noah drawled, his voice warm and low. “Where you wanna start, champ? Feet or pit? ‘Cause I’m fucking dripping today.”

Liam’s breath hitched. He hated how fast it happened—how transparently his body responded. He felt it immediately, that tightness between his legs, his dick stirring before his brain even caught up.

Noah noticed the hesitation—and the way Liam’s gaze dropped instinctively to his chest, then lower, then back to his face.

Liam felt his cheeks burn, but all he could think was he was right. Noah knew exactly what he was doing. This wasn’t bullshit. This wasn’t some dumb idea. His dick didn’t lie—it already believed him. Maybe it was already working?

He swallowed again, his voice thin but determined.

“…Pit.” Liam finally managed to say.

Noah’s grin widened, slow and wicked, and his arms stayed behind his head as he tilted his head back lazily.

“There’s my little buddy,” he said. “Clothes off and c’mere.”

Liam hesitated for half a second—just half—before his fingers moved on their own, tugging his shirt over his head, unfastening his jeans, kicking them aside. He stood there in nothing but his briefs, heart pounding so hard he swore Noah could hear it. Then he shoved them down in one motion.

His 6 inches sprang free, flushed and heavy, smacking against his stomach.

Noah’s grin widened lazily as Liam stepped closer to the couch.

“Go on,” Noah murmured, nodding toward his bare pit, the dark damp hair visible where his arm rested behind his head. “You picked it, man. Don’t get shy on me now.”

Liam swallowed and dropped to his knees by the couch, leaning in closer until Noah’s scent hit him once again—warm, sharp, salty, undeniably male. His head went light from just the first inhale. Like every other time. And before he even touched him his dick was already throbbing, already starting to leak.

Noah chuckled low in his throat. “Oh, yeah,” he said, catching the way Liam’s hips twitched. “There it is. Don’t think I didn’t notice that. You’re dripping already, huh? From just smelling me. Submit to it, little buddy, everything will be fine.”

Liam’s breath came faster as he pressed his face closer, finally letting himself nose bury into the hot hollow of Noah’s pit and breathed deep.

“That’s it,” Noah said, voice soft but firm now. “Don’t be neat about it. Get disgusting. Lick it. Kiss it. Shove your face in there. Inhale it like you’re trying to live off it.”

Liam whimpered softly, but obeyed—dragging his tongue through the damp hair, kissing the slick skin, burying his face as deep as he could go and breathing in lungfuls of Noah’s sweat. My god, why the fuck was that so good??

Noah groaned approvingly above him, his hand coming down to rest on the back of Liam’s head.

“That’s better,” he murmured. “Worship my sweaty pit, man. Make me believe you need it. We both know you do anyway.”

Something about the way he said it—so certain, so smug—made Liam’s chest tighten, his body give in completely. He moaned into Noah’s skin, licking harder, kissing, sucking faintly at the heat of testosterone while his hips rolled helplessly, his dick so hard now it hurt, straining and wet at the tip.

Noah just leaned his head back, his grin widening as he felt Liam finally stop holding back.

Liam stayed buried in Noah’s pit, dragging his tongue through the damp hair like he couldn’t get enough. His hands gripped the couch cushions for dear life as he inhaled deep, over and over, each breath making his cock twitch harder. The taste of sweat, the manly musk, the heat—it was all he, and his dick, could think about.

Above him, Noah’s breath hitched low in his chest, a quiet, manly groan slipping out despite himself. His free hand came down, fingers threading into Liam’s hair, not pulling yet—just holding him there, keeping him close.

“Yeah,” Noah murmured, voice rougher now.

Liam whimpered softly against his skin, and Noah finally gave his hair a firm tug, pulling his face out of his pit.

His face was red, eyes were glazed, his lips slick, chest heaving as he looked up at him.

Noah’s smirk deepened. He let his fingers slide out of Liam’s hair and gestured lazily toward his bare feet, still propped on the rug.

“Feet next,” Noah said, his tone firm but calm, like he was just calling plays. “Sloppy. Like before. Don’t make me tell you twice.”

Liam’s throat worked as he swallowed hard, then lowered himself to the floor, shifting down until his face hovered just over Noah’s feet. He didn’t hesitate this time—just leaned in and pressed his lips to the arch of Noah’s foot, kissing him, then licking it off, tasting the salt and strong grit of sweat.

Noah groaned low, deep in his chest, tilting his head back into the couch as his toes curled slightly at the first hot drag of Liam’s tongue.

“Atta boy,” he muttered, his voice like gravel. “Get ‘em wet for me.”

Liam obeyed, licking broad, slow stripes up the side of Noah’s foot, kissing over the ball and heel, even sliding his tongue between his toes. The salty tang coated his mouth, and he could feel Noah’s toes flexing and moving against his tongue like they had a mind of their own.

The more he did it, the harder he got—every taste of sweat sending another jolt straight to his cock. Now leaking a fuck ton.

Noah let out another quiet groan, low, his hand drifting lazily to the back of Liam’s head again, fingers curling there just to feel the way he worked.

And he watched Liam, smirking lazily as the guy’s tongue worked between his toes, sloppy and eager. His foot flexed against Liam’s face, toes curling and uncurling, and he let him keep at it just long enough to make him think he was doing good. Then—he shifted. Pulled his foot back, resting it on Liam’s shoulder.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Noah said, his tone low and commanding. He leaned forward, grabbing the waistband of his own shorts and sliding them down to his thighs. Still in his underwear, his cock was already absurd, the outline obscene under the tight fabric. He let his legs spread lazily, like he owned the whole damn world. Because he did—right now.

“Take it,” Noah murmured, the smirk returning. “Same way. Don’t skip steps, little buddy.”

Liam looked up, eyes wide, breath catching already at the smell of him this close. He shuffled forward on his knees, his hands unsure at first, but then resting on Noah’s thighs as he lowered his face. He could already smell him—musky, warm, moist, the faint sharp tang that had him dizzy before he even touched it.

Noah tugged his waistband down just enough to free himself, and his cock sprang up, thick and heavy, the foreskin still covering the head slightly. “You know the drill,” Noah said, his voice low, but there was a dangerous edge now. “Get your face in there. Peel it back. Breathe in the pheromones you love so much. Then you can get it wet. Understood?”

Liam’s lips parted, but all he managed was a shaky, inadequate, “O-Okay” his voice breaking, almost a whimper.

Noah’s grin widened, and he tilted his head back against the couch. “Good boy.”

Liam’s fingers trembled as he pinched the foreskin back, exposing the flushed head. He closed the last bit of distance, nose just above it, and took a long, deliberate breath—deep, needy, almost perverted. The scent hit him like a wave, and he let out a deep, unrestrained moan against Noah’s skin. Fuck.

“Uuhhhhnnnnnnnnnnnn—” His body shuddering like he couldn’t even help himself.

“It’s like I can see your brain fry, little buddy.” He chuckled as he let him stay there a second longer, cock twitching, his fingers brushing lazily through Liam’s hair. “You can slurp on it now, do you want to?”

Liam’s breath hitched, and he instinctively started to lean in, already letting his lips part—

—but Noah’s hand moved, and he angled his cock to the side, out of reach.

“Hey.” His voice dropped low. “I asked you a question.” His thumb rubbed idly along the shaft as he stared Liam down. “Gotta be honest, or no sweaty cock for you, baby.”

Liam froze, his cheeks burning, his throat dry.

“Y… yeah…” he managed.

Noah smirked faintly, but he didn’t move his cock back. Instead, his voice sharpened just slightly, deliberate.

“What was that? What do you want?”

Liam blinked, caught off guard. His lips parted like he might answer, but nothing came out. “I… I don’t know… man, I—this is…  getting too…”

Noah’s grin deepened at that, but his tone stayed even, almost patient—though there was something in his eyes that pinned Liam in place.

“Nah. No excuses. You gotta be honest for this to work. So…?”

Liam swallowed hard, staring at the floor, at Noah’s thigh, anywhere but his eyes. His hands clenched slightly against Noah’s knees, his voice low and wrecked when he finally spoke.

“…I… I wanna suck you off…”

Noah’s hand went right back to center, guiding himself to hover just above Liam’s lips again. His voice was low, almost a growl now.

“Of course you do, dumbass. Then go on. And you can’t touch yourself. Don’t even think about it.”

Liam leaned forward, finally letting his lips part properly, tongue dragging along the tip as his own cock throbbed painfully in his pants. The taste of Noah—warm, salty, fucking intoxicating—hit his tongue as he wrapped his lips around the head, and a muffled moan vibrated against Noah’s skin. The familiarity of raw, musky cock on his tongue unsettled him—how easily his body already knew what to do.

His hips bucked slightly, involuntarily, as he realized how hard he already was—, throbbing with each pulse of his racing heartbeat. The slick sensation making him groan around Noah’s cock.

Noah’s hand tightened in his hair, his own breath hissing through his teeth as he looked down at the mess Liam was already making of himself.

Liam whimpered around him, his eyes fluttering shut as his own cock twitched hard again, leaking even more as he bobbed his head, his whole body buzzing with heat and need.

It was fucked up how much he was drooling, strings of spit clinging between his lips and Noah’s thick cock, whenever he shifted his hips just slightly. His jaw ached, but he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t stop the way his tongue pressed against the leaking piss slit, tracing the vein and making Noah’s breath inconsistent.

“Alright,” he muttered, voice low and rough. “Go all the way. No more teasing. You’re takin’ all of it.”

Liam stopped for just a second, his eyes wide, breath hitching through his nose. Already dreading what was coming. But Noah gave his hair a sharp little tug, leaning forward just enough to growl against the top of his head:

“Do it.”

That was all it took. Liam swallowed hard and opened wider, letting Noah guide him down slowly but firmly, his cock slipping past his lips, past his tongue, deeper and deeper until his nose was buried in Noah’s hot, damp pubes and his lungs gasping for air.

The smell there was overwhelming—teen hormones, salt, skin. He gagged around the thick base, hands pushing on Noah’s thighs and throat tightening instinctively, but Noah didn’t let up. He could feel every wall of his throat being stretched out.

Noah tilted his head back, his jaw clenching as a long, deep, manly groan tore out of his chest. It was guttural, almost primal—nothing pretty about it, just raw approval, masculine and unrestrained. Liam swore he could feel it, that sound vibrating all the way down to where Noah’s cock was buried in his throat. It made him feel small.

“Ahhh—FUCK—yeaaaah,” he growled, voice thick and low, the sound rolling through the room. His fingers tightened in Liam’s hair, his hips jerking just slightly as he let the noise out. “Stay right there, little buddy. Fuck this feels GOOD.”

Liam did his best to relax his throat, to take all of Noah like he was told—but the farther Noah pushed him down, the more his body rebelled. The thick weight of him in his mouth, the hot, raw smell filling his nose, the way Noah’s hand kept him in place… it was too much.

He gagged once, his throat constricting, a wet little sound escaping as his eyes watered instantly. Noah didn’t pull him off. Didn’t even flinch.

“Breathe through it.” Noah murmured above him, calm but firm, fingers tightening in his hair just enough to remind him who was in charge. “You are doing it, man, be strong, yeah? Focus.”

Liam tried—he really did—but another violent gag rattled in his throat, thick clean white-ish spit bubbling out around his lips as he moaned pitifully around Noah’s cock. Desperate, wet little noises escaped him, muffled and choked all at once.

Noah chuckled above him, low and mean. “Listen to you, baby. You hear that? You’re so fuckin’ disgusting.”

Noah looked down at him, watching the thick spit dripping from his entire mouth, watching him fall apart right there between his legs. And let go of his head.

Noah finally let go of Liam’s hair, cock slipping wetly from his mouth with a white strand of spit still clinging between them and a ‘plop’ sound. Noah stood then, towering over him, tucking his slicked cock back into his underwear and adjusting his waistband like nothing had happened.

“Get up.” His voice was calm. Firm. No explanation.

Liam scrambled to his feet, wiping his chin, breath still shaky as he followed Noah down the hall. He didn’t even think to ask where they were going—just trailed behind him like he was on a leash.

Noah didn’t even glance back as he pushed open Liam’s bedroom door, stepping inside and stripping off the rest of his clothes piece by piece, deliberate and slow before climbing onto the bed, lying back like he owned the place.

When Liam finally stopped in the doorway, staring at him in confusion, Noah just smirked faintly and rested his arms behind his head.

“Now,” Noah said, his tone almost casual. “It’s time for the reset.”

Liam blinked.

Noah’s smirk deepened just a bit, and he nodded once.

“Yeah. You wanna feel better, don’t you?”

Liam shifted on his feet awkwardly, his hands fidgeting at his sides. “I… yeah, but… you haven’t— What do you mean reset? How—how am I supposed to—”

Noah cut him off with a little chuckle, sitting up slightly on his elbows, his eyes glinting in the low light.

“Simple,” he said, his voice dropping just enough to make Liam swallow nervously. “You’re gonna cum… without touching your little dick.”

Liam froze, staring at him like he hadn’t heard right. “What? …How the hell am I supposed to—”

Noah swung his legs over the edge of the bed, leaning forward, his voice turning smooth and dark now.

“That’s the point. You’re not. We are. It’s a team effort. You’re gonna let me work you over till your body figures it out. Just like my boys did. Trust me—it clears your head real good.”

Liam’s cheeks burned, his heart hammering in his chest. “But… but what do you even mean? How would that even—”

Noah stood, closing the space between them in two easy steps. His hand came up to cup the back of Liam’s neck, tilting his head down slightly so they were eye-to-eye.

“I’m gonna break you open from the inside out, bro.”

Noah’s voice was low, steady.

Then he leaned in, real close, close enough for Liam to feel the heat off his breath.

“Starting here.”

And with that, he slapped Liam’s ass. Sharp. Loud.

Liam stood there frozen, Noah’s words and the slap still bouncing around in his head. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.

Finally, after a long pause, Liam frowned slightly and mumbled, almost to himself:

“…Wait… you mean… like… what you did to me at the hospital?”

Noah tilted his head, smirking faintly at how Liam phrased it. He crossed his arms over his bare chest, leaned back against the edge of the bed, and gave a single slow nod.

“Yeah,” Noah said evenly, his voice calm, even patient. “Eating your pussy out is how it starts.”

Liam flinched at the word “Don’t call it that!”

Noah ignored him “But…” He trailed off, his grin turning sharper now. “…that’s not gonna be enough this time. Fingers don’t cut it either. You’ll see.”

Liam’s brow furrowed as he tried to piece it together, his lips parting slightly. Then his eyes went a little wider, and he stiffened like the thought finally hit him.

“…Wait. No. No, you—you don’t mean—”

Noah didn’t say a word. Just held his gaze steady, that maddening little smirk still playing at his lips. Letting Liam do the math.

And then Liam’s whole face flushed red, and he took a half-step back, his voice pitching up.

“Noah! Dude—what the fuck?! Are you serious?!”

Noah chuckled low under his breath and stood up slowly, closing the gap between them again.

“Relax,” he murmured. “Don’t make it weird. I’m telling you—it’s the reset. Works every time. This is precisely why you need it man, you just got in your head again.”

Liam shook his head, backing up another step, his hands up like he was trying to ward him off.

“You’re outta your goddamn mind, man. That’s—not—that’s not normal, bro—”

Liam backed up another step, hands half-raised, his face flushed red as his voice cracked:

“No, dude! I’m not—I’m not gonna let you fuck me, man!”

Noah froze, staring at him like he’d just said the dumbest shit imaginable. His smirk melted into something flatter, more incredulous, disgusted even, his head tilting just slightly as his eyebrows shot up.

For a second, he didn’t even say anything—just blinked at Liam, lips parting in mild offense. Then, slowly, his voice came out, sharp and dripping with disbelief:

“…Fuck you? Are you serious right now?”

Noah laughed once, humorless, shaking his head as he ran a hand over his face. He took a step closer, his voice dropping low but steady, like he was explaining something to a child.

“Jesus Christ, bro. This isn’t sex, dude. It’s anatomy. It’s your fucking body. What do you think this is, a gay porno or some shit? I’m not gonna fuck you. I don’t need this shit. I can fuck whoever the fuck I want. I’m fixing you. Like you’ve been helping me out, right? Weren’t we helping each other these past months?”

Liam’s mouth opened, but Noah cut him off, gesturing vaguely to himself.

“So what, huh? You were having sex with me this whole time too? When you were licking my feet? When you had your mouth on my cock? Of course not, dude, Jesus. It’s the same vibe.”

Liam sputtered, words failing him as his brain short-circuited. Noah kept going, his voice getting sharper now.

“Yeah, man. Chill the fuck out. You don’t even know what you’re talking about. You think you’re the first guy to need this? Grow up.”

But Liam, still wide-eyed and panicked, just shook his head, stepping back like Noah was radioactive.

“Dude, I don’t—I don’t know, okay? Isn’t that—like—some faggot shit or something? Man, I’m not…”

That did it.

Noah froze in place. His jaw set hard as he stared at Liam, his nostrils flaring just slightly.

Then, without a word, he turned, snatched his shorts off the floor, and yanked them back on roughly. His voice came out sharp and cold now, cutting through the tense air as he tugged his shirt over his head. His heavy, giant cock still bobbing as he moved, angry and heavy between his thighs.

“You think I wanna fuck you? Bro, are you calling me a fucking fag?”

Liam blinked, startled at the shift. “Wha—No!—”

 “I’m trying to fucking help you. You came to me! You begged for help with this shit.” He shook his head. “Fuck this. If you’re gonna disrespect me after everything I’ve done for you, maybe you should just deal with your limp dick on your own.”

Liam backed into the wall, heart hammering in his chest, his breath coming fast. He couldn’t believe how quickly everything had spun out of control—the heat, the pressure, the filthy words in his ear—and now the sharp edge of Noah’s voice cutting through him like a blade.

“No—dude, I’m sorry!” Liam blurted, his voice cracking as he lurched forward a step. “I didn’t mean it like that! Seriously!”

Noah froze, his hand on the doorframe, but didn’t turn around.

Liam’s chest heaved. His hands flexed uselessly at his sides, his eyes burning as his throat tightened. The words tumbled out before he could stop them.

“Please,” he said, softer this time, his voice shaking. “I trust you. Just… help me.”

Noah stood there at the door for a long, tense beat, his hand gripping the frame, his chest rising and falling hard. Liam stayed frozen, wide-eyed, heart hammering as his own words still hung in the air: I trust you. Just… help me.

Finally, Noah let out a sharp annoyed breath through his nose. He let go of the doorframe, turning slowly back to face him. His eyes raked over Liam, hard and unamused, but something softer—something more dangerous—lingered just under the surface.

Without a word, he stalked back into the room, tossed his shorts, hitting the carpet with a dull thud and climbed back onto the bed, lying on his back. His slick cock still sat throbbing and heavy between his thighs, half-hard and glistening faintly in the low light.

He didn’t even look at Liam as he settled in, resting his arms behind his head again, his voice finally cutting through the silence—low, sharp, and calm:

“Chill the fuck out, once and for all.”

Liam swallowed hard, nodding a little too fast.

Noah’s eyes finally flicked to him, narrowing slightly.

“Can you do that?” His tone was flat, daring.

Liam opened his mouth, closed it, and then stumbled over himself:

“…Y-yeah. Yeah. I can…”

Noah smirked faintly and tilted his head back again, letting the silence stretch for another beat before he added, cool and final:

“Okay, little buddy. Then let’s do this.”

Liam’s legs felt like lead as he shuffled toward the bed, his breath shallow, his heart thudding loud in his ears. Noah watched him the whole time, lounging back with that same calm, predatory look on his face—like he already knew how this was gonna play out.

When Liam finally reached the edge of the mattress, Noah cocked his head lazily.

“One last time,” he said, his tone even but firm. “You’re gonna be honest, right?”

Liam nodded yet again quickly. “Yes. Honest.”

Noah gave a faint smirk. “Good. Then lie down, chest first. Ass up.”

Liam blinked, confused for half a second, before Noah clarified with an almost cruel little grin:

“I’m gonna eat you out, baby. And you’re gonna tell me if it feels good when I start working you.”

Liam swallowed hard, heat rising to his cheeks, but he did as he was told—climbing onto the bed and lowering himself chest-first into the sheets, ass awkwardly lifted like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

Noah climbed up behind him, settling between his legs, his hands firm on Liam’s hips.

“Say it when it feels good,” he murmured, leaning in closer, his breath hot against Liam’s hole. “Don’t make me drag it out of you.”

Liam just nodded weakly, gripping the sheets. Fuck. He already knew it would feel good.

Then Noah dove in.

The first hot, wet drag of his tongue over Liam’s hole had Liam jerking forward with a startled, breathy moan. His whole body tensed, his fingers knotting in the sheets, and another muffled groan escaped him as Noah pressed his thumbs into his hips to hold him in place.

But he didn’t say a word.

Noah didn’t miss a beat—he pulled back just long enough to let his palm come down sharp against Liam’s ass, the loud smack making Liam yelp helplessly.

“I said, ‘say it’,” Noah growled.

Liam’s voice cracked as he stammered, his face buried in the sheets.

“Fuck…F-feels good…” he finally managed, his breath hitching again as Noah smirked against his skin.

Noah’s low chuckle sent another shiver through him.

“I know it does, I just want you to say it.” And he went in again.

Noah’s grip tightened on Liam’s hips, holding him steady as his tongue worked his ass lips over—long, wet drags, slow circles, little sharp flicks that made Liam gasp into the sheets. Every nerve in his body was alive now, his cock painfully hard and twitching against his stomach.

Liam’s breath came in ragged bursts, punctuated by little choked moans.

“AhhhuuUUUUUmmmmm—It’s… gooooooooood—” he gasped, his voice cracking as Noah opened his cheeks and pressed his tongue deeper, the wet heat of it making his thighs tremble.

Noah didn’t let up. He gave another firm lick and growled low against his skin:

“That’s it, keep saying it.” His hands were busy now. Both of them. Jiggling Liam’s ass.

Liam’s fingers dug into the sheets as another moan slipped out of him, desperate and needy.

“…Fuck… oh God!—feels so good…”

Noah chuckled darkly, his hands sliding up Liam’s sides to keep him still.

“That’s right, baby,” he murmured.

Another hot, slow lick had Liam’s hips jerking forward involuntarily, his cock throbbing hard, leaking even more into the mattress. He whimpered into the sheets, his whole body buzzing.

“Ahh—fuuuck—”

Noah’s smirk pressed into his skin as he kept going, steady and merciless, licking his asslips open inch by inch. Liam’s thighs trembled harder now, his cock straining and slick against him, his boxers sticking to him with every little movement. He could feel it down there—wet, so much fucking wet, warm, humiliating—and it only made him moan louder.

Noah finally pulled back with one last, deliberate lick, letting his teeth scrape his hole just barely as he sat up behind Liam. His hands smoothed over the backs of Liam’s trembling thighs, then gave his ass a sharp little smack before he let go completely.

“Alright,” Noah muttered, his voice low but steady, like he’d just finished some chore he knew he was great at. “That should do it.”

Liam let out a shaky breath, his arms trembling where they held him up, his chest slick with sweat against the sheets. His dick was still throbbing, still leaking steadily.

Noah shifted back a bit, his hands resting lazily on Liam’s hips.

“Turn around,” he said simply. “Face me.”

Liam hesitated, his mind screaming at him to say something, anything—but his body moved anyway. He rolled over awkwardly, his chest heaving as he settled back onto the bed, his legs falling open automatically under Noah’s gaze.

Noah climbed between them, looming over him, his hands planting on either side of Liam’s head, the heat of his body sinking into him.

Liam’s breath caught, panic and need twisting in his chest as Noah’s hips pressed closer. And then it slipped out of his mouth before he could stop himself:

“W-wait—c-can you… fuck…put on a condom? Please?”

Noah froze, staring down at him.

For a moment, there was nothing—just silence, then a short, incredulous laugh. He pulled back slightly, blinking at him like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“…A condom? Dude… it’s not like we’re fucking. Why the hell would I need to wear a condom?”

Liam swallowed hard, his wide eyes pleading anyway. “I… dude, I know, but… just—please, man?”

Noah groaned loudly, dragging a hand down his face and muttering under his breath.

“You’ve gotta be fucking shitting me…”

But then he caught that look in Liam’s eyes—desperate, panicked, pleading—and he let out another sharp exhale.

“…You’re unbelievable, man,” he muttered.

He pushed himself off the bed, grumbling as he rifled through his clothes on the floor, fishing a foil packet out of his wallet.

        Noah ripped the foil open with his teeth, spitting the torn wrapper off to the side. The latex glistened faintly in his fingers as he stood there at the edge of the bed, casually stroking his cock to full, thick hardness again.

Liam couldn’t tear his eyes away—Noah’s cock stood heavy and… intimidating, thick enough that his fingers didn’t quite meet when he gripped the base. The veins running along the shaft stood out, and the head was swollen and flushed a deep, pulsing slick red. Even half-covered by his fist, it looked obscene—big enough to make Liam’s stomach knot. Was it even gonna fit?

Noah gave himself a slow, deliberate stroke, smirking faintly when he caught Liam staring.

“Yeah,” he muttered under his breath, almost to himself, “better hope this thing stretches… Fucking hate rubbers.”

He pinched the tip of the condom and pressed it against the swollen head, then started rolling it down, inch by thick inch. 

Liam swore he heard the faintest squeak of protest from the latex as it stretched to accommodate him, barely. Noah’s thumb swept along the base as he adjusted it, making sure it was snug, the sheer size of him making the condom look almost too small even when it was fully on.

Then he chuckled quietly to himself and shook his head.

“Y’know…” Noah murmured, his tone low and almost casual, but there was a wicked glint in his eye. “…you might’ve just made the wrong decision, little buddy.”

Liam blinked up at him, breathless, confused. “What… why??”

Noah leaned forward, planting a hand on either side of Liam’s head again, his hips lowering just enough for the heavy, latex-clad head of his cock to press between Liam’s cheeks. He grinned down at him, dark and smug.

“My pre fuck,” Noah said, his voice a low growl now, “would’ve made it easier on you. Slick. Warm. Would’ve helped it go in smoother. But hey…” He tilted his head, letting the words sink in as his smirk widened. “…your call.”

Liam stared up at him, his breath still ragged, his face flushed and damp. His cock sat hard against his stomach, dark with need, and he was still wet everywhere—sticky and humiliated and yet impossibly turned on. He felt Noah’s weight settle between his thighs, and the realization hit him all at once—he was about to let Noah inside him. Really inside him. This kid he barely knew. This fucking 19 year old cocky teenager. Inside. Him.

What the fuck am I doing?

His hands gripped the sheets tight, his chest rising and falling fast as Noah leaned in even closer, the heat of his breath ghosting over Liam’s lips. The question just kept echoing in his mind, loud and helpless, even as his hips lifted slightly in silent invitation.

What the fuck am I doing?

Noah just smirked faintly, like he could hear it too.

Noah’s hands slid under Liam’s thighs, lifting them effortlessly and resting each one on his broad shoulders, spreading him wide beneath him. He adjusted his grip, his thumbs pressing into Liam’s hips as he settled in closer, his weight and heat overwhelming, his hard cock nudging threateningly at his puckered asshole.

Liam’s breath came fast and shallow, his fingers gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles were white. His chest rose and fell in quick, panicked little gasps as Noah leaned over him, his eyes boring into his, calm and unrelenting.

What the fuck am I doing?

Noah tilted his head just slightly, his smirk curling into something even sharper as he spoke, his voice low and steady, almost mocking in its confidence.

“Ready to reset?”

Liam’s whole body stiffened, every nerve screaming at him to say no—to push him off, to run, to stop this before it was too late. His mind was a mess of panic and shame and need and fear, all tangled up in a tight knot in his chest.

Every fiber of him was fighting, begging for him to shake his head, to tell Noah to leave, to make it stop.

And yet…

His throat worked as he swallowed hard, his eyes wide and wet, his lips barely parting as the word slipped out, quiet and broken:

“…Y-yes.”

Noah shifted his hips forward, the blunt head of his cock resting on his hole still. Liam’s breath hitched sharply, his back pressing into the mattress as panic flared in his chest.

“W-WAIT—stop—” he blurted out suddenly, his hands flying to Noah’s chest, pushing weakly. “Wait—I—”

Noah froze, his expression softening just enough—not with pity, but with that same cool confidence he’d carried all night. He stayed right where he was, his grip firm, his voice dropping low and calm.

“Shhhhh. Relax, baby,” he murmured, leaning closer. “You’re fine. You trust me, remember? I promise I’ll be careful with you, yeah?”

Liam’s chest heaved, his fingers curling into Noah’s shoulders as the panic bled into something heavier, hotter. Noah’s thumbs rubbed lazy circles into his hips, grounding him, steadying him. Liam hated that it helped.

“There you go,” Noah murmured, his smirk returning faintly. “That’s a good boy. You’re alright.”

Liam swallowed hard, his eyes fluttering shut as his grip on Noah’s shoulders loosened. His thighs trembled where they rested on Noah’s shoulders, but he didn’t push him away this time.

Noah leaned back just enough to meet his eyes again, his voice dropping to a wicked whisper.

“Alright. Listen to me now, Liam.”

Liam?

The sound of his own name, spoken low and deliberate from Noah’s lips, made Liam’s breath catch in his throat. Noah never called him that.

Noah caught the look in his eyes, of course—he always caught everything—and his smirk curled even more as his thumbs pressed into Liam’s hips.

“Yeah,” Noah murmured, almost fond now. “Liam. Pay attention. You’re gonna wanna remember every second of this.”

Liam’s chest rose and fell in sharp little breaths, his fingers clutching weakly at Noah’s arms.

“It’s gonna hurt at first. A lot. My dick is thick. You gotta be strong, alright? You can do this. You hear me?” His thumbs kept rubbing slow, firm circles into Liam’s hips. “You’re tougher than you think. Breathe through it. It’s just a short while.”

Liam nodded weakly, his throat dry, his chest tight. Hypnotized by the words.

Noah’s smirk deepened, and his voice dropped even lower, almost conspiratorial.

“…But that’s not the real challenge.”

Liam’s brow furrowed faintly, confused, but Noah just chuckled under his breath, his eyes glinting dark.

“No. The real challenge comes when it stops hurting. When it starts feeling good.”

He leaned closer, his lips just above Liam’s, his breath hot and deliberate as he spoke.

“Because it will, little buddy. It’s gonna feel really good. Real fucking good. And that’s when you’re gonna want to let go. Get all sloppy, needy. Dick-drunk. Moan. Whine. Forget why you’re here.”

Noah’s fingers tightened on his hips now, enough to make Liam gasp faintly.

“Bro…” It slipped out half a plea, half a whimper.

“You can’t let that happen.” Noah ignored him.

Liam swallowed hard, his lips parting, but no words came out.

Noah tilted his head slightly, his smirk curling mean now as he added:

“You remember Dani?”

Liam paused.

“When you brought my jacket over? Watched me fuck her. You saw how she was acting, right? Couldn’t talk? Couldn’t think?” He leaned in even closer, his teeth just grazing Liam’s ear now. “I wasn’t kidding when I told you my cock does that to people and…”

“...my cock is gonna be inside you, dude.”

Liam’s eyes went wide, a faint whimper slipping past his lips.

Noah pulled back just enough to look him dead in the eye, his tone suddenly sharp and commanding.

“But if you want the reset to work, you don’t let go. You stay lucid. You stay with me. Don’t let me see you go stupid like her. It’ll be hard but you gotta be strong, baby. Got it?”

Liam nodded quickly, breathless, his fingers clutching tighter at Noah’s arms. Not even processing his words anymore.

Noah grinned darkly and murmured, almost tenderly:

“Good boy. Here we go.”

Noah held Liam’s wide, panicked gaze for a moment longer, letting the weight of his little speech settle in, letting Liam squirm and stew under him. Then, almost lazily, he shifted his weight back just enough to free one hand.

He brought it to his mouth and spat a thick string of saliva right into his palm without breaking eye contact—calm, deliberate, a faint smirk curling his lips as Liam’s breath hitched audibly.

“Relax,” Noah murmured, rubbing the spit between his fingers before wrapping his slick hand around the thick, condom-clad length of his cock. He stroked himself slowly, letting the extra wetness coat the rubber.

Liam’s thighs trembled where they rested on Noah’s shoulders, his hands gripping the sheets tight enough his knuckles went white.

Noah lined himself up, the fat, cock head nudging against Liam’s entrance, firm and heavy.

“Look at me,” Noah commanded, his voice low and even. Liam forced his eyes up, wide and terrified, his chest heaving.

Noah smirked faintly and gave his hips the tiniest push forward, just enough to pop the head against him properly. It went in.

Liam gasped sharply, his back arching slightly, his voice cracking:

“Oh—fuck—fuck—uuuuggghhhhhhh. It hurts!!”

Noah’s grip on his hips tightened, holding him still.

“Shhh. Breathe. You’re fine. Relax your hole.”

Noah growled approvingly, as he pushed in another slow inch into Liam’s hole.

Liam let out a strangled whimper, his hips trying to shift away, but Noah’s hands pinned him in place.

“NGHHHH—HEY—”

“That’s it,” Noah murmured, his tone dark but almost encouraging. “Take it. Just like that. It’s supposed to feel like that at first. Don’t fight me.”

Liam let out a shaky, breathless little cry, his face flushing deep red as another inch sank inside him.

“Oh GOD—Dude— It really h—hurts!”

“I know, baby, I know it hurts…” Noah breathed, his smirk turning sharp. “But you’re doing so well. You feel that? You’re taking me. That’s it. That’s the reset.”

Liam’s chest heaved, his voice breaking again:

“…too big, man… not gonna FITTTT.” he gasped, his voice cracking.

Noah chuckled low above him, leaning closer, his smirk curling heavier.

“Yeah, it is,” he murmured, his hips rolling forward just a little more, another thick inch sliding into Liam’s trembling body. “Always does.”

Liam’s hands shot up to clutch at Noah’s arms, his thighs and ass quivering on his shoulders as he let out a broken, desperate whimper:

“N-Noah—wait—WAIT—please… slow down—” Liam’s voice cracked, desperate, almost ashamed at how shaky he sounded. He felt like his whole body was betraying him, like his asshole was being stretched beyond what was even possible.

Noah froze, chest heaving above him. His hands slid down Liam’s thighs, holding him steady, his gaze dark but softer now, protective even.

“Shhh… breathe, baby. I’ve got you. It’s just stretching. Here, let’s go a little more.”

But Liam couldn’t help it—it still burned, sharp and unrelenting, his whole body tense around Noah’s cock, it burned. He panted, knuckles white, now clinging to Noah’s forearms.

“I—can’t—” Liam stammered, his voice cracking even more. “Y-you’re too BIG WHA—can’t—take it…”

Noah froze just for a second, savoring the way the words tumbled out of him, raw and helpless.

“Dude, you’re taking it already…” he murmured, calm and unrelenting. “Don’t lie to me, little buddy. You can take all of it. Just breathe. Just gotta relax and loosen up your pussy, yeah? Only halfway to go.”

Liam’s fingers curled tighter into Noah’s shoulders, his wide, tearful eyes locking on his as his lips parted in another shaky little moan.

“Please…” he whispered weakly.

Noah pressed forward slow and steady, his smirk fading into focus. The thick weight of his dick stretched Liam wider, inch by inch, then opening Liam’s ass and with a final thrust he shoved the rest of his cock into Liam and he was fully seated inside him. To the pubes.

“OOOOOOoooohhhhh FUUUUCKKKK!! What the FUCKK, you feel unreal, baby. You’re so TIGHTTT… so perfect around me. Holy shiiiit.”

Liam jolted hard, a strangled cry tearing out of his throat as the sharp burn lit through his whole body. He felt Noah’s balls slam on his cheeks. It was too big. Too fucking thick. The stretch bordered on unbearable—sharp, breathless, a full-body jolt of pain that somehow lit every nerve on fire. He whimpered, feeling himself clench down hard and then give way, forced open.

“Ahhh—duuuuUUUUUUUDEEEE—!” he gasped, veins popping in his neck and forehead, his hands scrabbling at Noah’s arms. “Take it out— PLEASE TAKE IT OUTTTT— F-fuuuuuuuuuUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKK—it hurts—it h—huuuurts—”

“PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Noah’s hands gripped his hips tight, holding him still as he leaned in, his voice low and commanding against Liam’s ear.

“Hey, hey… Look at me—Shhhh… Breathe… Shhhh… You’re fine, baby. You’re alright, ok? You’re taking all of me inside you. Look at you, man, that’s awesome. I’m so proud of you… I’m not taking it out, ok?”

“Shit shit shit man—It HURTSS!”

“I know, baby… I know it hurts. That’s the point. Just stay still for me. Let my big fat cock stretch you out.”

His body froze. And Noah’s cockhead pressed further—thick and unrelenting, filling him so completely it felt like his whole body was fighting it.

Liam winced, his body shaking under him. But then Noah shifted his hips, changed his angle, and—suddenly—like someone had flipped a switch inside him, the sharpness dulled. Faded. The ache, the stretch, was still there, but deep down, Noah’s cock settled against something that made his whole world go white.

A hot, wet, filthy, dizzying wave of pleasure surged through him, starting in his loosening, throbbing hole and blooming outward. He gasped, a broken, breathless moan tearing out of his chest before he even realized it—his body clenching greedily around Noah’s pulsating dick, like it didn’t care how much it hurt anymore.

“…O-oohhhh—fuuuuUUUUUUCK—wh-what THE—” the words melted into a whimper, soft and wrecked. “Ahhh—fuck—fuck, fuck—” The last word cracked in his throat, nothing left but breathless little gasps and the sound of his thighs shaking against the sheets.

Noah’s smirk returned instantly, triumphant, as he felt the way Liam’s body clenched differently now, welcoming his throbbing cock instead of fighting it.

“That was fast,” Noah murmured, his voice low and wicked as he rocked his hips just slightly, letting Liam feel the weight of him rubbing his internal walls. “There it is, little buddy. You feel that, baby? That’s what I was talking about. Is my big dick making you feel good?”

Liam nodded weakly, his lips parting and closed eyes, as another needy little moan slipped out.

“…YESSS—what the fuckkkkkk—”

Noah chuckled low, condescendingly.

“Told you,” he growled. “You’re making my cock feel so good too, baby, I’m so proud of you. You’re mine now. You feel that?” And with that Noah started to move, pulling back just enough before sinking in again, deliberate, firm. “My cock sliding into you?”

Noah hit something again. Liam’s breath hitched again, his hips shifting involuntarily under him.

“UUUUHHHMMMMMMMMMMM.” Liam let out.

Noah smirked wide at that, his hands sliding up to pin Liam’s wrists against the mattress. And again:

“Ah—nghhhhhhh. Goddd.”

Noah’s hips rolled into him slow and steady now, each deep, deliberate thrust pulling a broken little noise out of Liam’s throat. His weight pressing him down, and his smirk never left his lips.

Liam’s head was tipped back, eyes rolling back, mouth falling open and tongue out as his body trembled under Noah.

He leaned in close, smiling, his breath hot against Liam’s ear, his tone dripping with mockery.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he breathed, voice dripping with mock concern as he sank deeper. “You cock-drunk? All that fight in you gone already? Can’t even think straight now, can you?”

Liam let out a wrecked whimper, his hips shifting weakly beneath him, his fingers twitching against Noah’s grip.

Noah chuckled darkly, watching the way his eyes fluttered.

He kept his slow, deliberate rhythm, hips rolling deep into him, making sure Liam felt every thick inch of his monster cock. He smirked down at the flushed, wrecked mess beneath him, still pinned, still moaning, still trembling.

“Jesus. You hear yourself?” Noah growled low “Again these dumbass sounds you like to make. Stop that, dude, you sound so pathetic. You’re moaning and babbling like a needy little slut. I told you you couldn’t let that happen, little buddy. I’m disappointed.”

It was all he could feel—him. Even through the thin rubber, Noah was still thick, huge, stretching him wide with every slow, deliberate thrust.  That faint friction, the rubber catching on his quivering hole, on the way out before sliding back in to grind against that same spot inside him, over and over. His thighs shook. His thoughts scattered. He hated how good it felt.

And through it all, he stayed full. Stretched. Claimed. Even if it wasn’t bare skin to skin, Liam knew one thing—he’d never forget the way Noah felt inside him. Not ever.

“Yeahhh… that’s it. That’s my baby girl. Dumb yourself out for me. Show me what a retarded little mess you really are.”

“UUUUHHHHhhmmmmmm—tha—iiii—HUUUhhhhhhh” A wet, pathetic whimper that cracked halfway through and bled into a moan.

“Mmhm. Mindfucked, aren’t you? Weird,  you said you didn’t want it though.”

He pulled back just slightly, his hips snapping forward again, harder this time, making Liam gasp and arch beneath him.

“Dude, baby, your pussy is making my big dick feel so good.”

Liam let out another broken, slutty sound, his face flushed, his lips parting like he wanted to say something—but nothing coherent came out. Body thrashing around and drooling all over this chin.

“…That’s it. That’s it little buddy. Don’t even try to think. Just let me use you. Give in. Let go.” Noah grinned down at him, wicked and satisfied “You feel that? Every inch of me. Feel me fucking you open?”

The room was hot, thick with the smell of sweat and sex, dick and ass, latex, the air heavy and wet. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the space—sharp, obscene, relentless—punctuated by Liam’s wrecked, breathless little cries and Noah’s low, rough groans.

Noah’s hips moved with strength and precision, thrusting deep and hard, the thick drag of his cock pulling whimpers out of Liam every time he bottomed out. His body glistened under the faint light, muscles beautifully flexing as he drove himself deeper into Liam’s insides over and over, slow enough to make him feel every inch but hard enough to keep him pinned.

Every stroke left Liam gasping degradingly, his whole body jolting with each deep thrust. His thighs trembled around Noah’s hips, his back arched, his voice cracking into broken moans and desperate sad little whines. Liam was a mess now, he could feel it himself— sweat-damp, glassy-eyed, his chest heaving under Noah’s weight. Every thrust left him high, the clapping sounds of their bodies, of Noah’s balls, filling the room. Legs shaking around Noah’s toned shoulders.

And then it hit him—this unbearable, desperate need. His cock was hard and leaking against his stomach, twitching with every roll of Noah’s hips. He couldn’t take it anymore. He NEEDED to cum, it felt too good.

One shaky hand slipped down between them, fingers wrapping around himself as his back arched.

But Noah was waiting for it.

His brown eyes snapped down, and before Liam could even get in a single stroke, Noah’s hand shot out and slapped his away, sharp and loud.

“Uh-uh,” Noah growled, his smirk curling cruel as he pinned Liam’s wrist back against the bed.

Liam whined, fucking whined, his hips jerking helplessly, his cock throbbing untouched now.

“Don’t you dare,” Noah murmured low, his voice dark and commanding. “Don’t you fucking touch your dicklet. You gotta cum with your pussy, remember?”

Liam let out a breathless, wrecked sound, his fingers flexing uselessly against Noah’s grip.

“…I—fuckkkkkkk—I CAN’TTTTT—gotta c—cummm.”

Noah leaned in closer, his lips brushing his ear as he pressed even deeper, making Liam’s whole body shudder.

“Oh, you can. You’re gonna sit there, take me inside your tight little pucker, and thank me for not letting you blow too soon. Got it?”

Liam let out a broken little sob and nodded weakly, his hips still bucking despite himself.

Liam’s fingers clawed at Noah’s shoulders now, his head thrown back as another strangled cry escaped him.

“Ohhh—oh god—what the fuckkk. Noah—”

Noah growled low in his throat, his teeth grazing Liam’s neck as his pace picked up just slightly, every thrust punching a broken moan out of him.

“That’s right. Say my name while I fuck you open, baby girl.”

Noah was buried pubes deep, still grinding into Liam with slow, relentless thrusts, his breath hot against his ear as Liam babbled and moaned beneath him. Liam’s ass lips struggling still.

And then, finally, Noah slowed his hips, the pace dropping to something agonizingly deliberate, each thrust rolling deep and slow, dragging his cock against Liam’s oversensitive ass walls. The slick sound filled the air as he pulled almost all the way out before sinking back in, inch by thick inch. Noah’s hips going back and forth, slow and long.

Liam let out a desperate little whimper, his head tipping back into the sheets, his eyes fluttering.

“Whoa—whooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—oh god oh god—”

Noah smirked faintly, leaning down until their foreheads almost touched, his breath hot on Liam’s lips as his hands tightened on his hips.

“Hey. Hey, little buddy…” His voice was low but steady, calm in a way that almost didn’t match how wrecked Liam was beneath him. Liam tried to focus but it was hard. It was so fucking hard. “I know it feels good. I know you’re melting with my cock on your little girl-spot. But you gotta focus, okay? Stay with me.”

Liam nodded weakly, barely, his fingers gripping at Noah’s shoulders as another slow thrust made him gasp and arch.

“Yeah? Can you hear me?” Noah murmured, his eyes boring into his. He gave another deep, deliberate roll of his hips, making Liam choke on a moan. “Huh?”

“…Y-yeahh…” His voice was slow. “...fuck. Yes.”

Noah smiled softly, leaning in closer, his lips brushing Liam’s cheek.

“That’s it. Look at me. Right here, baby girl.”

Liam’s wide, glassy eyes fought to focus on his, even as his hips jerked helplessly with each slow, maddening thrust.

“You like it when I make you retarded?” Noah went on, his voice dropping into that dark, wicked whisper. “Feels good, huh? Too good?”

Liam whimpered, his breath catching.

“Uh-huh…”

Noah smirked faintly, his thumb stroking lazy circles over Liam’s hip as he kept the pace torturously slow.

“Good. Honest. You can feel good. But you can’t zone out on me again. You stay with me. You keep looking at me while your pussy sucks me in, yeah?”

Liam swallowed hard, nodding quickly despite how badly his whole body shook. His eyes flicked to Noah’s—but he couldn’t hold the stare. Couldn’t face the kid making him feel like this, not when it left him so vulnerable… so ashamed.

But Noah rewarded his try with another deep, slow thrust that made Liam cry out and cling to him harder.

“There you go,” Noah murmured low, almost fond now. “That’s it, little buddy. You keep focused. You’re doing so good, seriously.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Noah slowed down enough that Liam could actually… think.

His chest was hot, his whole body trembling under Noah’s weight, the deep, slow stretch of his hole still pulsing between his legs. He felt so damn full. But without the frantic rhythm, his mind caught up—and that might’ve been even worse.

Because… shit. It felt so fucking good. He’d never felt anything like it. Not even close.

Every inch of his guts felt warm and stretched and full and… fuzzy. Noah’s cock was still buried so deep inside him he swore he could feel it in his stomach. That slow, deliberate pressure made his toes curl, his thighs shake. He could feel his asshole literally shaking. His cock ached, leaking messily against his stomach, and his cheeks burned with heat as he looked up at the kid above him.

Noah was just… there.

Towering over him, wearing a mocking, filthy smile like he owned him completely. His expression sharp and focused, his hips still rocking just enough to keep Liam teetering on the edge. And then the way he talked to him—low, calm, condescending, degrading, like he was some stupid little toddler who didn’t know any better.

Humiliating. And yet… god—fucking—damn. This reset felt good. Maybe that was the point, right?

Noah kept the slow, teasing rhythm for a few more torturous strokes, watching Liam squirm and whimper beneath him, his lips parted, his eyes watering, glassy still.

Then Noah’s hands tightened on his hips, his smirk curling harder as he leaned down close, his breath hot against Liam’s ear.

“You ready to cum from your ass yet?” he murmured low, the words sending a sharp shiver down Liam’s spine. “Ready to reset, dude?”

His body screaming, his cock was leaking, and the hot, slow pressure inside his asshole felt too good to care. He just wanted to cum for fuck’s sake. And since Noah wouldn’t let him touch his dick this was the only way.

His lips parted, and he let out a wrecked, ruined and breathless:

“…Y-yesss, please…” he breathed weakly, almost a whimper. “PLEASE, make me cum, I wanna cum, PLEASE, FUCK” He whined. The words spilled out in a helpless rush, humiliation burning through him but drowned out by the raw, aching need. He was past caring. Way past.

Noah chuckled low, straightening back up as his hands slid lower, adjusting the angle of Liam’s hips just slightly—tilting him up to meet every deep, perfect, nasty stroke.

“Fucking pathetic.” he growled.

Then Noah started rocking his hips faster, forward, deliberate, at a wicked angle—letting the fat head of his cock drag right over that spot inside Liam that made him jolt and gasp.

“HUHMMMMmmmm—OOOOOOOHHHH WHAT THE FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCK”

The sound ripped out of him before he even understood what was happening. His mind scrambled. What the fuck? How is he— and then another thrust cut the thought off entirely.

Noah grinned wickedly, his own breath finally breaking into a low, satisfied groan as he started to move harder, deeper, his pace picking up.

“Nghhhhhhhhhhhhhh—DUDEEEE—”

“That’s it… there it is,” he murmured, feeling Liam clench around him. “Right there, huh? Come on, go full retard. You’re about to pop just from takin’ it in the pussy, aren’t you?”

Liam’s hands scrabbled at the sheets, his whole body shivering as another broken sob of pleasure escaped him.

“…Ohhh—fuck—I’m—fuck fuck fuck fuck—WHAT IS THISSSSS— FUCK—I’m gonna—”

Noah’s hips snapped forward again, perfectly adjusted, perfectly relentless now.

“I know you are, baby, I’m the one making you nut.” he growled. “Cum for me. Show me you can bust just from your ass, baby girl. That’s my good fuckin’ girl.”

Noah watched him closely now, leaning over him, never breaking eye contact.

“Feels good?”

“Fuck yes it—it feels so good w—I’m— wanna cum I’m wanna cum I’m wanna—”

Liam’s face was… stupid.

His cheeks burned a deep, flushed red, glistening faintly with sweat as his mouth hung open. Drooled and smiling, really smiling. His eyebrows kept knitting together, like he didn’t know whether he wanted to cry or cum, His eyes were crossed. His whole expression caught between desperation and bliss.

His eyes fluttered, half-lidded, pupils blown wide, sometimes slipping shut just to roll open again when Noah murmured:

“Eyes on me, little buddy. You can get stupid and still look at me. Come on.”

The closer he got, the more his jaw trembled, his breath coming in short, hot little gasps. His hair clung damp to his forehead, his whole face softening into something helpless, needy and slutty, his lower lip catching between his teeth as he whimpered through it. He could feel it building. Each new thrust of cock was bringing him closer and closer. He was so happy.

And underneath it all was that unmistakable feeling—like he couldn’t believe what was happening to him, like it was too much, too good, too humiliating, and he loved every part of it anyway.

Noah smirked down at him as his thumbs stroked his hips, his voice low and dark.

“Thaaaaaat’s it. That’s the face. That dumb little gooner face. You gooning on my cock? Come on, let’s go, let’s fucking go, little buddy.”

Noah’s hips rolled deep again, grinding into that spot over and over now, repetitive, knowing exactly what he was doing. His hands dug into Liam’s hips, holding him in place, forcing him back to take every thick inch of dick he had.

Liam was gone.

His head tipped back against the pillows, his flushed face twisting up as his voice cracked into something high and desperate.

“Ohhh—ohhh fUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKK—  pleeeeeease—oh god I can’ttt—MAKE MEE CUMM—PLEASE!!”

Noah’s smirk deepened, his breath hot as he leaned in close, his teeth grazing Liam’s ear.

“‘Course you can,” he growled low, his voice wicked and rough. “Feel me opening you up. Using your pussy. Let go.”

Liam’s hands scrabbled at Noah’s shoulders, his nails digging in as his hips jerked, his whole body trembling under the onslaught of pleasure.

Noah’s hips snapped forward one last time, hitting him deep, hard, perfect.

“Do it,” Noah snarled. “Cum for me. Be a good boy and fucking cum all over yourself. Go on. Let me hear you. Lemme feel your pussy clench-cum on my cock.”

And that was it.

Liam’s back arched, his eyes squeezing shut as a loud, wrecked sob tore out of his throat.

“Ohhh—oh god—dude DUUUUUUUDE—ahhh—I’m—I’m cumming— I’M CUMMINGGGG—NGHHHHHHH—I’MMMMMM—”

“Yeah? Is my big cock gonna make you cum like a girl?”

“YEEEESSSSSSSS! FUCKKKK!!”

His cock twitched hard, spurting hot and violently on his stomach, ropes of cum streaking across his flushed skin. His thighs shook violently around Noah’s body, his whole body clenching tight around him as broken little girly whimpers spilled out of his mouth. He could feel his asshole muscles clenching hard on Noah’s cock, milking it, he could actually feel Noah’s cock throb right back at his spasming hole.

Noah just grinned wickedly, watching him come apart, feeling him pulse and clench so tight it almost hurt.

“HummMMMMMMMMMMMM”

“That’s my boy. God you’re tightening so good, little buddy.” Noah murmured darkly, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Fucking knew you had it in you. Look at this mess. You did so good.”

Liam could only nod weakly, gasping, his voice cracking still feeling waves of pleasure ripping through his spine:

“…fuck fuck fuck…”

Noah chuckled low in his throat, licking a bead of sweat off his upper lip as he slowed just enough to let Liam ride it out, still buried deep.

“Never get tired of the needy little fuck you get when you’re cumming,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss the corner of Liam’s slack, open mouth.

Liam lay there panting, his body limp and trembling beneath Noah, his chest slick with sweat and cum, his hair damp and plastered to his forehead. Every inch of him felt used—his thighs still shaking around Noah’s hips, his hole still clenching weakly, instinctively, even as Noah finally stilled above him. Still inside. Still stretching him open. Still claiming him.

The last waves of his orgasm still rolled through him, softer now, leaving little aftershocks that made his toes curl and his breath catch in his throat.

His hands fell uselessly to the sheets as his eyes fluttered half-shut, his chest still heaving.

And for the first time all night, his mind was… quiet. Silent.

Was this it? The “reset” Noah promised?

Lying there, utterly spent and pinned under Noah’s weight, His hole pulsing the remains of his orgasm, filled, staring at him, he didn’t know if it had really worked—if this was the reset Noah promised.

All he knew was that he felt… good.

Relaxed. Opened.

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