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  Noah got to his feet. It was almost embarrassing the way he helped Tobias to the sofa and sat him down.

  "Jesus, it's hot in here," Noah said, licking his lips again. He tugged off his clip-on tie and opened up the top couple of buttons on his shirt, revealing his silver collar. "Feel better, sir?" He grinned, kneeling again at Tobias' feet.

  "You have no idea," Tobias groaned, his eyes closing. "Then again, I suppose you do." He smiled, remember how many times he'd had Noah begging to come, not to mention the week he'd forbidden Noah to orgasm at all. He lifted his head and studied Noah's collar. "I still love seeing that, you know. It just doesn't get old."

  "I like looking at it, too, sir. Every morning when I'm shaving it reflects light in the mirror. It's really beautiful."

  Tobias smiled and worked on his breathing for a moment. "God, I needed that," he said with a grin. "You know, pet, if you liked it I'm sure we can work something like earlier into a scene. Fantasy play in the stables, perhaps."

  "You want to be searched and patted down by a horny cop, sir?" Noah laughed softly. "Sounds like fun. I'll just need to make sure to get an extra uniform."

  "Do that," Tobias said crisply. "But for now, you can march yourself down the hall and find a nice hard paddle, boy."

  Tobias smiled to himself as Noah rushed off, hoping he was more concerned about the spanking than the fact that he'd just agreed to be dominant in a scene. Or, rather, he wondered if Noah even realized that he had. Either way, he wasn't up for the long talk they were likely to have about it.

  No, what he wanted was to wallop the little tease's ass and make him remember not to fuck with his Master, no matter the time of day. He was grinning broadly as Noah came back with the paddle.

  Noah brought his favorite, of course, with the metal studs. It suited Tobias just fine; it would leave Noah red and sore for a while. Noah knelt again and handed over the paddle. "How would you like me, sir?"

  Tobias fingered the metal studs and pretended to think it over for a moment. "I think we'll stay simple, pet. Lower your trousers, and lie over my lap. And you don't get to come, so don't bother asking. I had to wait two hours to get your mouth on me, so you can hold it for a bit."

  Noah stood and removed his thick, heavy gun belt and set it on the sofa beside Tobias. He opened the metal clasp at the top of his fly and lowered the zipper slowly, then slid his pants and his briefs down around his thighs.

  Tobias got a good look at Noah's erection as it was freed from his briefs. "Tell me, pet. Is that from sucking me, or in anticipation of the spanking?" Tobias asked with a smile. "It's rather nice, you know. Too bad you can't wear your cock ring during the day, though."

  "It's first from blowing you, because you are so hot when you come, sir. You make the best sounds." Noah grinned and knelt, maneuvering himself over Tobias' thighs. "And then because I know I deserve the paddle and I am looking forward to being forgiven. Unfortunately, the ring is at my apartment, sir."

  Tobias ran a hand over Noah's ass. "You'll have to do without," he said happily. "And it thrills me know that closure makes you hard, pet. Really." He was teasing and let Noah know it by his tone. "Ready?" he asked. Not waiting for a reply, he slapped Noah's ass hard with the paddle, one hand on Noah's back to steady him.

  Noah flinched and his cock pressed into Tobias' thigh. "Thank you, sir," he said in a tight voice.

  "You're very welcome, boy," Tobias growled as he brought his arm down again. He rained blows down, alternating between heavy and light, covering Noah's ass and raising a healthy glow. He could feel Noah's cock between his thighs, hear every moan and panted breath Noah took. He knew his boy now, knew what each sound meant, and that knowledge made him hard again.

  Noah clung to Tobias' thighs and kept himself in check as Tobias had instructed. Tobias was very aware of the moment when Noah transitioned from the sub who was also a cop that had just gotten off his shift into Tobias' sub, cozy and safe in his subspace. Sessions like this always took Noah there easily; anything with just enough discomfort to change his breathing, force his concentration and push him deep.

  Really, they were both at their best when Noah was in his space.

  "That's it," Tobias said softly, his strokes getting lighter as he slowed and backed off. "There's my boy. Well done, pet." He smoothed a hand over the heated skin of Noah's ass. "Kneel and reflect for a while, Noah. Shed the rest of the day. And then you'll get your release."

  Noah slid off Tobias' thighs and directly to his knees. Tobias grinned, noting that he chose to stay up on his knees rather than sit back on his heels. Noah clasped his hands at the small of his back, lowered his head, and closed his eyes, going silent and still.

  Getting up, Tobias moved about the room as silently as he could. He picked up a few things and tidied up a little, watching as Noah made the final transitions that allowed him to let his other life go. Tobias had admired Noah's apparent ability to snap from subspace into the role of supportive lover, but he never lost respect for this, the shedding of Noah's other life to become the obedient submissive.

  Finally, when Noah was calm and had been reflecting for about half an hour, Tobias cleared his throat. "As much as I like looking at you in your uniform -- and, better, with the pants shoved down and your cock on display for me, I think I prefer you naked, pet."

  Noah nodded silently and stood to undress. Piece by piece, the last remaining reminders of his day job left him. When he was done, he neatly folded his uniform and returned to his knees, this time sitting back on his heels and dropping his hands into his lap.

  Tobias smiled. "Good boy. I promised you release, didn't I?" He settled in his chair and sighed happily. "I think I deserve a treat as well, after being shown off to your partner. I'd like to watch you, pet. You may begin when ready. There's lube on the table, and if you'd like a toy you may fetch one. Feel free to move."

  Noah shifted a bit and then stood, disappearing into Tobias' bedroom and returning with a sleek black dildo. He fetched the lube, as well, and set both on the couch. Then he wrapped his fingers around his cock and stepped forward, walking slowly toward Tobias as he worked his shaft with one hand. "Thank you, sir," he said, stopping in front of him.

  "No, no. Thank you," Tobias said with a grin. "It's a lovely cock, boy."

  Noah inclined his head. "It's my pleasure, sir."

  And it did seem to be, his prick filling even further until it strained away from his body stiffly. Noah licked his lips and looked down at his hand, circling the head of his cock with his thumb and swallowing hard. "I love thinking about you when I do this," he said, backing up a few steps. He sat on the floor with his back leaning on the couch. "It's so much better with you right there to look at."

  Noah was taking it slow, lingering over his own body. He flicked at one of his nipples and then tugged on the ring there, the one that Tobias had meant to be temporary for Bradford's New Year's party. Noah had surprised him and kept it; Tobias had been thrilled. Noah moaned softly and slouched a bit more. "So good."

  He continued to pump himself and run his other hand over his body until he was panting gently, until the first hint of wetness leaked from the head of his cock, and then he reached for the dildo and lube. Still tugging at his prick, he opened his mouth and bathed the dildo, then threw his head back and swallowed it into his throat.

  Tobias swallowed as well. The sight of Noah doing that never left him unaffected, and he dropped a hand to his own lap, not quite brushing his balls, but close.

  Noah spent the next few moments slicking the dildo slowly, suggestively. Finally, he moaned, pulled it out his mouth, and lubed it quickly before shifting so he was on his hands and knees. He reached around behind himself, teasing with it at first, sliding it over his hole and pressing it in just enough to stretch. His sounds were lovely, and his brow furrowed in concentration.

  "Oh, yes..." he breathed just before he arched his back and pressed the dildo deep inside of him. "Sir."

  Tobias moved his own hand, pres
sing it against his renewed erection. "Talk to me," he said silkily. "How does it feel? Is it big enough? Hard enough? Are you stretched around it?" His hand pressed again, and he teased at his zipper.

  "It's big," Noah replied with a growl as he worked the dildo in and out of his body. "It's a nice burn, feels good. Seems a bit..." He swallowed hard. "Yes, it gets wider toward the base so... so it keeps--" His words were cut off by a hiss. "So good, when I... there! Ah!" He rode the dildo, rocking back to meet it as his fingers forced it deeper. "Oh, fuck, yes!"

  He rode it hard and fast for a bit, his breath coming in short, tight pants until suddenly he forced himself to stop. He hung, frozen mid-thrust for a moment, then shifted to a sitting position with the dildo pressed deep inside him until the wide flat base sat flush against his ass and was held there by his own body weight. "Got a bit too close..." he panted. "Want to give you more than that, sir." He tucked his fingers around his balls and fondled them, rolling them gently in his hand while he caught his breath.

  "I appreciate it," Tobias managed, rather breathless himself. He slid his zipper down, finally letting himself have more room. His prick twitched as he freed it, and he rubbed his palm down the length. "See what you've done to me, pet?" he asked, stroking himself and letting his legs part.

  Noah smiled. "I love your cock, sir. So much better than this toy." He wiggled a bit and moaned as the dildo shifted inside him. "You taste so good." Noah's fingers moved back to his own erection, and he started to pull at it while he continued to roll and massage his balls with his other hand. "So hot, sir. I can't take you in my mouth without getting hard."

  Tobias stroked himself slowly, watching Noah's face. He could almost feel Noah's blood surge, almost hear his heartbeat. His gaze flicked to Noah's cock, to his ass. "I'm going to fuck you," he growled.

  "Yes, yes, want you." Noah hand sped on his cock and he rolled his hips, working the dildo in his ass. "Please, sir, fuck me." His eyes were squeezed closed and his voice was strained.

  "Not until I watch you come, boy," Tobias said, his voice low and serious. "Now."

  Noah shot instantly, throwing his head back and shouting his response to the ceiling. His cock jerked in his fingers, and he stroked himself gingerly until he was spent, finally lifting his head and inspecting the job he'd done of soaking his stomach and chest. "Oh, my. Thank you, sir."

  "Don't thank me yet," Tobias said, standing up. He walked to Noah in two easy strides, then shoved him back down onto his hands and knees. The dildo was disposed of with a twist and a pull, and then Tobias slammed himself home, plunging into Noah's heat.

  Noah grunted. He was loose and relaxed, his body damp with sweat, and he was still breathless from his own release. He pressed back wantonly to meet Tobias' thrusts, utterly shameless. "Sir!"

  Tobias didn't say anything; he merely grabbed Noah's hips and pulled him back onto his prick, stabbing into him again and again. Noah's body clung to him, the scent of sweat and spunk and cop all around him, making him growl and rumble in his chest. "Mine," he roared as he began to come. "My boy." He filled Noah to the hilt, balls deep in him as he spilled.

  "Yes, sir, yours, sir." Noah shivered as Tobias came, clenching around him.

  Satiated, exhausted, Tobias finally stilled, then slid out of Noah's body. "Shower, pet. And then you can make me dinner." He smiled and ran a hand down Noah's back. "All is well, sweetheart. Well done."

  Chapter 3

  It was just pizza, but, man, did it smell good. Veggies galore. Noah peeked into the oven to see if it was done yet. Just a few more minutes, he decided and closed the oven. He checked his watch right as the doorbell rang.

  Damn, Phan was punctual.

  He dumped his apron on the counter and smoothed his clothes, stopping by the hall mirror to check his hair before answering the door. "You know, I could set my watch by you. You have been a sub way too long." Noah smiled and stepped back to let Phan in.

  "No such thing," Phan assured him as he stepped into the hall. He passed over a bottle of Coke and gave Noah a quick hug. "Can't be too subby or too pretty. God, that smells great." Phan certainly had the market cornered on pretty. He was tiny and lithe, his coppery hair sticking up in tufts and random, wild curls.

  "Doesn't it?" Noah asked, setting the soda down so he could take Phan's coat. "I think I've outdone myself." He hung the coat in the tiny hall closet and, taking Phan by the hand, he picked up the soda again and headed for the kitchen. "Here I am trying to keep you healthy, and you're feeding my weakness for sugary colas. Tsk." He put the Coke on the counter and pushed Phan into a chair.

  Phan giggled at him. It wasn't a laugh, it wasn't a chuckle; it was most certainly a giggle. A naughty one, and one Noah suspected Phan actually practiced. "I've decided it's my job to feed your weaknesses. Make sure you have fun." He giggled again and winked. "What's on the pizza? Extra cheese?"

  "Extra everything, except meat," Noah answered, pulling the pizza out of the oven. "Are you saying I look like someone that doesn't know how to have fun?" Noah asked, grinning, as he brought the pizza to the table and set it on a couple of trivets. He reached into a drawer and pulled out the pizza cutter.

  "Oh, I know you can have fun," Phan said with a grin and a leer. "What I'm not so sure of is your ability to break a rule or two."

  "I don't break rules, I'm a cop and sub, remember?" He pulled two glasses from a cabinet and filled them with ice.

  "See, that's what I mean," Phan persisted as he opened the Coke bottle. "You're good, very good. And good boys get rewards. Naughty boys get a spanking. Once in a while, it can be fun to break a couple of rules and just... play. Not the serious rules of course, but giving the Dom a chance to be a Master and aggressive can be a thing." He blinked and grinned as he poured the Coke. "If you see my meaning."

  "Oh... break the rules with a purpose. Yes, I see." Noah cut the pizza and gave Phan his most mischievous grin, though he kept his tone casual. "You mean," Noah pretended to ponder, "like threaten to arrest him for speeding while he's headed home with a hard-on?"

  Phan laughed. "You don't think small, do you? That's exactly the sort of thing I mean -- but, God, if you do that I'm leaving the country. I don't think he'd find that as funny as you and me."

  "Don't rush to update your passport. I did it yesterday," Noah told Phan, serving him a slice. He couldn't quit grinning.

  "No shit!" Phan yelled, his eyes wide. "You didn't. You did. Oh, my God. What happened?"

  Noah laughed. "My God, was he pissed off. Amused, too, I think, but pissed off."

  Phan was staring at him, his eyes still wide open and his jaw hanging. "Seriously? You stopped him and he was hard? And then what?"

  "I swear I was just going to flirt a little, jerk his chain, and let him go, but when I saw he was hard, something... I don't know; the practical joker came out. I told Carol, my partner, that I suspected that he was drunk, and she made him get out of the car." Noah was snickering. "Oh, man," he sighed. "So then I frisked him and said some suggestive shit in his ear. He was so mad."

  Phan blinked several times. "How hard did he spank you?" he asked finally. "And when are you allowed to come again?"

  "Well, first he made me blow him on my knees, and, frankly, given how long he'd been sporting that erection, I'm surprised he could stay standing that long," Noah said and took a bite of his pizza. "And then," he continued, mouth full, "he smacked the hell out of my ass and let me think about it for a while." He swallowed, remembering the evening. "And then..." He grinned and stopped talking to take another bite of his pizza.

  "Then?" Phan hadn't even glanced at his food.

  "Oh, did I mention I was still in uniform?"

  Phan groaned. "You're killing me. Bastard." He wiggled in his chair but didn't reach for his food. "And then?"

  "Well, then he told me I could undress, which I did. Don't like your dinner?" Noah winked.

  "Shut up," Phan said mildly, finally picking up his slice of pizza. "Talk."

  Phan was so
easy. This was entirely too much fun. "Okay, so then he told me he wanted to watch. I found a dildo in his bedroom and brought myself off for him, you know, talking the whole time like he likes."

  Nodding, Phan chewed. "Dirty talk. Uh-huh, huge button. And you do know I'll have to kill you if you keep stopping, right?"

  Poor boy. Noah figured he might as well give him the punch line. "Okay, okay. So he directed me a little, but not too much, and then he took me hard on my hands and knees right there on the living room floor. I thought he was going to blow something, he was so pent up. Jesus."

  Phan stared at him. "And he let you get off? Wow. He must have really liked that blow job. Mind you, your mouth? Can't say I blame him -- and the uniform would be a huge treat for him." He grinned and shoved the rest of the pizza in his mouth. "Me, too," he mumbled as he chewed.

  "He says he wants to play with me in uniform," Noah said. He winked at Phan, acknowledging his mumbled suggestion.

  "Of course he does." Phan downed half his glass of Coke and burped discreetly. "And you're okay with fucking him now? Cool."

  "What?" Noah snorted. "I didn't say that," he protested.

  Phan raised an eyebrow. "Oh. I... huh. Noah? Wanna tell me what was said? Because I don't see Sir wanting to do fantasy play where he's all aggro on a cop. I could be wrong, though." But he didn't sound like he thought he was.

  "He just said if I wanted to play in uniform he'd be up for it... I made a joke about him wanting to be patted down by a horny cop--" Noah stopped talking. "Oh." He gasped softly, the implication of those words becoming clearer in his mind.

  Phan nodded sympathetically. "Uh-huh. Sorry, sweet thing. You pretty much told him you'd top."

  He had, hadn't he? And not just top, but fantasy top, almost Dom even. Or actually. Oh, fuck. "Oh, fuck," he said out loud this time. "Why would he want that? You think he really wants that?"

  Phan looked around, behind himself. "It's me. Didn't we already have this conversation? Yes, that's what he wants." Phan tilted his head. "I'm giving the cuddles this time, aren't I? Right then. Couch time. Come on." He stood up and took Noah's hand, almost dragging him into the living room.