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Ivan wasn't the type for self-love. Noel was the person that got him going, when Noel wasn't around then Ivan had other things begging for his attention to occupy his mind. Masturbation, if anything, was a waste of time that could better be spent doing something else.

It was when Noel was at headquarters and Ivan was in his usual state of on-call from his home office that he took a break to shower, to dress. As the steam on the large bathroom mirror faded he caught his own reflection in it.

Caught the reflection of all those beautiful lines and patterns Noel left on his skin from the night before. Careful, hesitant, Ivan reached out to the mirror and traced the reflection of them before drawing his hand back to watch as he traced them on his own skin. One of the lines crossed a nipple and Ivan pinched it as he reached there, a small gasp escaping his mouth before he could stop himself. Even alone in the house, it felt ... shameless. His skin was already a little red from the heat of the shower, so it hid what was surely Ivan's own blush.

He first thought that he shouldn't be doing this. Not without Noel there. To watch or participate, he wasn't certain. That brought another thought to him though, a wicked thought that had never crossed his mind before but now that it was there he couldn't quite get rid of it.

It wasn't long before Noel had a text message alert of just a photo attachment. A selfie from Ivan, taken inexpertly in his bathroom mirror, shirt hiked up to expose his nipples which stood clearly flushed and hard from being toyed with. The lines Noel had left on his skin from the ropes criss-crossed along Ivan's pale skin, vanishing under the waistband of trousers that were opened and let sag down far enough that the patch of dark hair and the very edge of the base of his cock was visible. The eye contact that was so hard in person was easier indirectly - looking into the camera instead, his lip bitten, hoping Noel liked what he saw.

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Permission granted, Ivan cried out as he slowly added a third finger. His were somewhat narrower than Noel's, but oh he was learning how to use them in ways to give Noel a show. He'd become so much more vocal, too, letting his lover know without question what he liked. He wanted to stroke his cock but Noel had said no, so he purposefully spread his legs wider to avoid even the touch of his thighs against it. Each breath was a moan, adding more lube and moving his fingers in and out, teasing his rim until he could take the three easily. Another picture came after that.

Ivan on the bed, looking at the camera, in such a way that the bedroom mirror was right behind him, showing his spread legs, the way his fingers held open his slick, needy hole, ass ready to take Noel's cock or failing that at least the plug. It was positively shameless.

"Please, Noel, can I put it in yet?" Ivan begged, once he sent the picture. He needed something more substantial and soon.

There was deliberation in that camera angle and it made Noel smile, his lips quirking briefly as he brushed his finger over the touch screen. Ivan wasn't quite as simply innocent as people pegged him to be. He had one very brilliant head on those narrow shoulders and Noel could practically hear his mind ticking, always ticking, always.

A part of him felt such a possessive surge of dark feelings every time he just thought of Ivan alone in that bed, on his own, satisfying needs that Noel should have been there to ease and please.

He felt a deep sense of satisfaction himself at the request that wasn't a demand by any means. Ivan was genuinely asking for Noel's permission and he felt that it was warranted for how good Ivan had been.

"Yes, you may," he said, not caring who heard it, his face a mask that was impossible to read. People did strange things all the time. Most of them in the meeting wouldn't be able to understand in any case. The few that would, would find it amusing and Noel was capable of ignoring that. But the rest he typed in: You've been very good.

Ivan did have to touch his dick, briefly, to squeeze the base tightly to keep from shooting off too soon. He didn't think that was considered cheating though, especially when he let go as soon as he felt he had himself back under some control.

He hadn't done this alone in... a very long time. Never pleasured himself alone since hooking up with Noel. The idea of pleasure itself was so intimately tied up with Noel himself for Ivan now that the idea of using any of the toys or even his own body in that way without Noel's permission seemed tantamount to theft... and Ivan liked it that way.

He withdrew his fingers from himself, struck with another idea that had him sqirming all over again. He wanted Noel to see him put it in, to see him pretending it was Noel working it into him, telling him while he was doing it if he was doing well or what he should be doing instead. Breathing hard, Ivan shifted a few things around so that he could set the phone up and angle the camera right, worrying at his lip again.

"Noel... Noel I want you to watch me as I do it. I know you're busy right now but - but are you someplace you can watch?" Ivan asked breathlessly. Facetime chats probably weren't meant for this, but it was just another wonderful bonus of being the techie.

In the meanwhile the meeting was thankfully ending. Noel missed the reason why because he was too focused on his phone and listening to Ivan move around and touch himself. It was a god damn torture to just listen to him go at it with himself while Noel couldn't be there to help him get off. Or even help him through the phone all that much.

He could have kissed Elijah when he dispatched the meeting. Contact Ivan? Fucking yes he was going to do that.

"Wait a second," he said into the hands-free mic as he walked out of the meeting room as the first person to leave. They were in downtown police station and there was no way he could wait until he would be at the hotel. So he ambled for the elevator and pushed the top floor button. It took a few agonising minutes to stay quiet in a packed elevator with several other public servants. He smiled nicely to them but made it clear he wasn't in for any random conversations.

At the top floor he looked for a staircase and then it was a quick flight of stairs up, running until he burst to the roof of the building.

"Ivan," he murmured into the phone while leaning his back against the closed door behind himself. "You are an absolute delight, darling, but watching you fuck yourself with a vibrator is not something I can do in a meeting because I can't focus on anything else but you..."

He pulled the phone up and hit the video button, smiling down at it with all his face.

Ivan worked himself with his fingers off and on while he waited, breathy little moans picked up by the phone's sensitive microphone. Everything was ready to go as soon as Noel called. God, he hoped Noel would call soon. Three fingers working himself, stroking that bundle of nerves that had him whimpering only to pull back so he didn't end it too quickly...

Ivan answered the video call as soon as Noel made it, cheeks flushed, sweat-damp curls plastered against his forehead, mouth slack as he struggled to catch his breath. He bit his lip, it was getting red from that.

"I'm sorry," Ivan said, sincerely. "I didn't mean to, I just... it wouldn't be as good without you watching me, Noel."

But now Noel was there, and Ivan was positioned the same way he was before - so Noel could see both his face and behind Ivan, in the mirror, the way he slowly removed his fingers from himself. The muscles twitched, needy, when Ivan's fingers were gone and he whimpered, but he still had to slick up the plug itself.

"Don't apologise," Noel said warmly as he watched Ivan squirm on the bed. He knew Ivan would wait for him to take charge of the situation and tell Ivan to put the vibrator in. Because he was good like that.

Noel didn't, not yet. He liked the way Ivan touched the toy and how he looked at the camera, expectant and ready.

"Don't you ever touch yourself when I'm not there?" he asked curiously while pulling open his zipper and button, giving a soft groan at the relief it brought. It had been quite a torture just sitting there and not doing a bloody thing about it.

"Tease yourself with the vibrator, love. Don't put it in yet."

"Never," Ivan gasped, taking the lube to stroke the vibrator like he would Noel's cock in order to get him ready. Only when it was almost too slick to hold did Ivan take it to his hole. He didn't turn it on yet, just teasing at his rim like Noel told him to. "I don't- it doesn't feel right without you involved. I can't have that pleasure without you, Noel."

These were the moments when Noel knew that nothing else would really ever be as good as being with Ivan. Not because Ivan denied himself the simple pleasures of masturbation, not because he didn't even turn that vibrator on to give himself some relief. But because he knew he was free to feel the heady sense of power that Ivan's simple statement gave him. That it was okay, Ivan wanted him involved and it made Noel feel almost pampered with all that attention that was solely focused on this thing between the two of them.

It felt good to know that he gave Ivan something he couldn't duplicate on his own, something he couldn't get from somewhere else. But at the same time, he felt warm knowing that Ivan trusted him enough to call him when he had a need that required filling.

"There you go, luv," he said thickly and rubbed his palm over his own hard cock slowly. "You can put it in now. Do it slowly, don't hurt yourself. All I want to hear is pleasure and no pain."

Ivan felt just as pampered with Noel - to be so well taken care of, to have someone he could trust so completely to do that. It was one of the reasons he had sent that photo to Noel after all, when he couldn't get the idea out of his head. When he couldn't stop wanting.

"Thank you, Noel," Ivan gasped as Noel gave him permission to put the plug in. Slowly, he had ordered, so as tempting as it was to push in completely in one go he took his time. Tried to do it as he thought Noel would, a little teasing but just enough to relax Ivan to easier take it inch by inch. His breath hitched as he slowly stretched himself enough to take it in, but after so much teasing it was only relief and pleasure at the intrusion. "Noel, oh... am I doing good, Noel?"

"You're doing wonderfully, darling. You're being so good, Ivan. So good." Noel murmured softly into the phone, his breath hitching as he watched Ivan's expression flutter from concentration to bliss as he didn't need to focus on giving it to himself slowly anymore. "There's a good lad, you definitely deserve a reward for being so patient and so thorough. Do turn on the vibrator."

But as Ivan reached for it, Noel said: "No, reach for it from between your legs. And when you have it turned on, use your fingers to push the base up." It would press right against Ivan's prostate like that.

Ivan nodded, focused on the sound of Noel's voice, of the feeling of fullness inside of him. He wished so badly Noel was there with him, there to order Ivan but sitting on the bed next to him so Ivan could tend to Noel's pleasure the way Noel was so attentive to his.

His breath hitched again reaching for the control between his legs like Noel had ordered, a shuddering moan coming soon after when it turned on only to deepen as Ivan shifted the plug to press against his prostate. His toes curled against the sheets, the rest of Ivan too pleasured to do anything other than be paralyzed from the initial wave of it.

"Noel - oh - oooohhhh," Ivan couldn't manage any other words, not right away.

"That's a good, love," Noel murmured with a tone of voice that was obviously pleased with how strongly Ivan reacted to the toy. "You can take it. Don't loose the pressure. I want you to feel it, ride it out, let it go over you, take you."

Like he would take Ivan if he were there.

It would require some doing for Ivan to keep the pressure on and let go of the tension he was building on in the meanwhile. Noel wanted him loose and yielding, though. If he had to come once first, that was acceptable.

"If you want to come, go ahead and do so," he said softly while he unzipped his own trousers and popped open the button to relieve some tension from his rock hard erection.

"Thank you, Noel, thank you," Ivan babbled, rocking his hips back as if he could be fucking himself on Noel's cock right then. He was imagining it, Noel there with him, teasing him, drawing out every touch and always pushing Ivan for more but never too much-

Only a couple strokes of his cock and Ivan was spilling on the sheets under him, crying out Noel's name again, the plug still so deep inside of him he couldn't completely come down from the high that the orgasm left behind. It still left him relaxed and pliant, easily able to take the plug all the way in until the flared end was keeping it comfortably snug inside of him and humming mercilessly against his prostate.

"I wish you were here, Noel, I want to touch you, to try to make you feel as good as you make me feel," Ivan murmured out after he finally caught his breath.

It was always a treat, watching Ivan come. Noel went quiet as he simply watched his lover shake with desire and spill himself on the sheets. Noel had his cock out at this point, stroking himself slowly, his eyes half mast and breath quick.

"A few days more and we'll be home," he promised thickly. He also promised himself he would go get Ivan a dildo he could actually ride when he was away, one that would stay down easily and he could bounce on it because right now Noel really would have loved to see him do that.

"Darling, you are a spectacle," he breathed out. "Open your eyes. I want you to see what you do to me." He pushed the phone away as far as his arm would reach and widened the angle so Ivan could see him, all of him, stroking his rock hard cock.

"This is all you, love. For you. When I get home I'm going to bury this cock in you and fuck you until we feel like just one creature and not two separate entities. Would you like that?"

Ivan new quite a bit about conditioning, so when he opened his eyes to see Noel stroking his hard cock on the screen it wasnt really a surprise to find how his mouth watered, how his ass clenched around the plug like he wanted to keep a certain cock inside of him. Good to know that all it took was the sight of Noel's dick and Ivan wanted it in him.

"Yes," Ivan whispered, breathless, "Yes Noel, please, I want it. I want your cock so badly. I'll be good while you're gone, I promise."

"I know you will be," Noel said as he watched Ivan's beautiful eyes fixate on his dick. He made a show of stroking it slowly so Ivan could see every inch of it.

"Tell me," he urged, his voice rough around the edges. "How do you want me to fuck you?"

Ivan's fingers dug into the bedsheets, his hips making little aborted thrusts as the plug kept vibrating deep inside of him. He could barely think of anything except Noel.

"I want to be waiting for you when you get back," Ivan whimpered, "On my kness in the hall, naked, and you take me right there, slow but hard until I'm crying and begging for you to fill me up."

"Sit back," Noel said, his voice rough and hard. "Sit on that plug. I want to see you grind against it."

And it would give Ivan a chance to come with Noel if he could work himself up to a storm.

"You will be waiting for me in the hall. Do I take you from behind?" he asked and stroked himself as Ivan had described, slow but hard, his hips moving forward into the stroking hand.

Ivan's knees and arms were trembling as he shifted to sit back on the plug like Noel had told him. It was clear when he managed to put the pressure directly on it, with the way he tossed his head back and gasped, eyes wide and dark.

"Yeeess," Ivan moaned, finding the right rhythm to best accent the plug's vibrations inside of him as he rode it out, legs spread as wide as he could at the same time so Noel could see as much as possible. "I- I prepped myself before you came home, so, ah, all you have to do is put it in, and it's so good, Noel, it's only been a few days but it feels like forever being without you."

Ivan had sort of expected the Pavlovian response to seeing Noel's cock, or at least not been surprised by it. What was surprising was the high he was getting from watching Noel be so clearly aroused by Ivan's fantasies too.

"Fist your hand in your hair and pull your head back for me, darling," Noel practically purred into the phone, his smile strained but still genuine and warm. "I want to see the air going in and out of your lungs. And my hand would be firm, Ivan, don't play around with it. I've needed you just as much as you've needed me."

Noel watched him ride the vibrator with something dark and satisfied coiling in the pits of his stomach. Ivan wouldn't have done any of this when he met the man, none of it. He would have scoffed at the idea even. And here he was, riding a plug with wild abandon to put on a show for him, making a spectacle of himself because he knew Noel would love every second of it.

And oh, he did. Honestly, Noel wasn't giving Ivan as much at all. He was simply fucking his own hand and hoping that his voice would be enough for Ivan.

Edited 2018-11-27 14:24 (UTC)

Scoffed at the idea, gone red, never spoken about it again, possibly died a little inside.

He'd still be embarrassed now, but it was the embarrassment that came with knowing how badly he wanted it, how easily he would do it again if Noel could watch him and talk him through it.

Noel always spoke so fondly of Ivan's hair, of the unruly curls and softness of it. He wasn't surprised by the request to pull it - Ivan loved when Noel touched it, whether it was the simple caress or hard yank back to expose his throat. All of it was good, and Ivan tried to imitate how Noel would do it at his order.

"Noel-" He cut himself off wit a whine. "I want you to fill me up, Noel. Please, as soon as you come home, I - I need - "

Yeah, it was too much. In a way it was even better than watching Ivan while fucking him. Noel could see all of him like this, all of the little nuances that would miss while being buried balls deep inside him. It made him think that they would do this again, with Noel sitting in a chair next to the bed and with proper toys that he could attach somewhere. Yes, he was already planning, one part of his brain already putting together pieces of a puzzle for another time.

Now he was coming all over his fist with a deep groan and a stuttered name of his lover upon his lips. It happened quickly and surprisingly, pulling him under the current without giving him any say in the matter. Ivan pulling his own hair, exposing himself, fucking himself on that toy while begging Noel to fuck him. Something in his mind blackened completely and then it was over in a tiff, the door behind him giving out a groan as he pushed himself against it, hand a tight glove around himself as he spilled himself on the rooftop.

"Ivan," he groaned after a moment, voice hoarse and rough. "Ivan, I'm going to fuck you until you scream when I get home. Until you pass out."

Ivan wished he was there so badly, there to clean Noel with his mouth and worship him like he deserved. He ached for it, even having come once already. The relentless riding, Noel's voice all served to push him to the edge again.

"Please, please Noel, can I come again? I'll be ready for you when you come home, I promise, just right now I- I need-!"

"Yes," Noel breathed out in a rush. "Come, Ivan, do it now. No holding back, I want to hear your voice."

Noel focused on the screen again and honestly if he hadn't come just a moment before, he would be getting hard immediately with how utterly wanton with lust Ivan was at the other end of the line. Holy fucking God, he was so damn beautiful.

"I'm right here with you. Now, Ivan. Come."

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