He could feel his hips stutter with it, the short jerky movements that drew everything out and made it that much better. He could hear Noah's panted breaths as his own air was stuck in his lungs, ready to whoosh out when he finally relaxed. He rode the edge of it as long as he could, white heat shooting out of his body, his blood roaring in his ears ... and then he came back to himself in a rush, air and sound and feeling. "Oh, God." He thought he might have whimpered. 262 Deviations: Submission by Jodi Payne, Chris Owen Noah panted out the last of his tension and started to laugh. "Woo!" he hooted, snickering as he caught his breath. "Oh, yeah." "Oh, God," Tobias said again. "You killed me, sweetheart. Jesus." "That's my job, sir," Noah grinned, shifting and expelling Tobias so he could make room for the larger man on the narrow cot. "That was great ... you pervert." He was still laughing softly as Tobias stretched out beside him. "Me? You're the one who likes getting whacked with leather things," Tobias teased.
