Page 86 of Noble Charms

“You needn’t,” Aria gasped. Noble hadn’t ever used his mouth on a man in such a way. It seemed like so much to do so early on, but Noble didn’t stop. He swallowed down Aria’s cock and sucked him to a near finish. He stopped only when Aria’s cries grew more frantic, teetering near the edge.

Noble turned Aria over, and Aria breathed out, nodding in assent. He’d thought about it—how good it’d felt to be fucked by Noble that one night—and was near-giddy to do it again. But instead of being breached by Noble’s fingers, or the head of his thick cock, he was kissed. There.

Aria jolted. “Wait, Noble. You don’t have to do such things to a man so soon. It’s too much, is it not?”

Noble answered by pressing his tongue inside Aria.

All coherent thought fumbled out of Aria’s open mouth, and he moaned, utterly lost, against Noble’s bed. Noble licked and sucked and kissed him open, fingers joining after a time, until Aria was a drooling, trembling mess. Until Aria had one plea: “Please. Please, I want you inside me.”

Aria was no help this time as he was rolled over. Limbs and mind numbed to anything other than the reverent pleasure Noble had suffused him within.

Noble leaned in, nearly kissing him again, but stopped. “Can I kiss you?” he asked, whispering.

Aria couldn’t understand the question, at first. Of course. They’d kissed plenty. They would kiss again and again for the rest of their lives, would they not? But then he realized Noble was being polite, because he’d just feasted on Aria’s ass. Aria couldn’t help the smile, or the laugh, as he said, “Yeah. Yeah, I don’t mind.”

Noble kissed him with a passion that could have waned in the last half hour they’d been writhing together in bed. But it was, he was, as sharp as ever. Teeth, tongue, lips. He pulled away enough to fist himself, and line up his cock against Aria’s hole.

Aria had the thought that he wished he could kiss Noble while they did this, but before he could say a word, Noble brought their lips together again. And then pushed inside.

The stretch made them both moan. Aria’s mind went blank, but his soul spoke more clearly than ever. He said against Noble’s lips, “Noble. Noble, it’s you. It’s you.”

Noble pressed their bodies together and opened his eyes. His black, loving stare filled parts of Aria he’d never realized were empty before. “Yeah. I know. It’s like I’ve missed you our whole lives.”

Aria whispered, “Then, you felt it too.”

Noble kissed him again. And then began to move.

They continued through the night, kissing and fucking and in love, and when they fell asleep within each other’s arms, their souls spoke in unison: it’s him.

Romy insisted she get married by the ocean, which meant the wedding party traveled to the nearest beach—Isla Beach—and stayed overnight at a large, luxurious inn that overlooked the water. The bed in their suite was enormous, which was a plus, because Noble took up an absurd amount of room. Aria groaned as they woke and said, “You’re like a barnacle on one of those ships outside.”

Noble had one arm and both legs curled around Aria. He mumbled, “So?”

“Come on. We have to get ready. It’s Romy’s day.”

“It’s Morgan’s day, too,” he said, yawning.

“Which means we both have lots of work to do.” Aria finally extracted himself from Noble’s hold, and scooted out of the bed⁠—

Only to get enveloped and pulled back into the downy mattress again. “Every good day starts with a healthy bit of exercise. Does it not?” Noble grinned, hand sliding down Aria’s thin night clothes.

Aria huffed. “We don’t have time.”

“I’ll go fast.”

“You never go fast.”

“I know. It’s a point of pride,” said Noble. He captured Aria’s lips in a damp, sleepy kiss, and Aria’s resolve washed away with the waves outside. He sank into Noble’s arms, already reaching down to pull the shorts away from his legs⁠—

Rap-rap-rap-rap-rap! Came a knock at the door, followed by Morgan’s droll tone. “If you two are already fucking, stop. If you’ve not started, don’t. Downstairs in five. We have table cards to write.”

Noble groaned, and Aria laughed. For the second time, he slinked out of Noble’s hands, and actually managed to make it to the wardrobe to fish out the suit Romy had procured for him to wear. He laid it upon the end of the bed and undressed.

Noble sat up, his curls sprouting every direction from his head, awake enough to acknowledge they hadn’t time for his morning-time desires. Aria couldn’t resist combing his fingers through Noble’s wild hair, heart swelling with affection.

Another knock, and Romy’s voice followed this time. “I will come in there. I’m not afraid. Rather, I’m quite curious what you two get up to. Ready? Three… Two…"

Aria barked a laugh. “We’re up, Romy. I’ll be down soon. Getting dressed now.”