DON'T CALL ME BROTHER

Chapter 2

What the f**k? Kai thought, but he didn't protest because he wanted to see what the stranger in front of him could do.

Kai's hands trembled slightly, and he gulped, probably too loudly. Oh God, I should probably…run he thought, but he didn't. His legs stayed glued to the ground somehow.

Noah moved closer to Kai. “Put your hands forward,” he said, voice low but commanding.

Kai froze. “Uh…” He was flustered, cheeks heating, heart hammering.

Noah didn’t say another word. His eyes scanned Kai like he was inspecting something new, calculating.

Who the f**k did they send me? He thought, but there was a spark of amusement underneath.

That wide-eyed innocence on Kai’s face was a little intoxicating.

Kai couldn’t meet his gaze. His hands shot forward instinctively, palms up.

Noah sighed and slowly wrapped the tie around his wrists, knotting it carefully.

His eyes never left Kai’s, sharp, deliberate.

Kai’s stomach fluttered. This wasn’t right. He knew it.

But he wanted to see, just for a second, what this man was capable of. They might never meet again. So…why not?

A sudden push jolted him. His back hit the soft plush of the bed.

The restraint, the touch, the memory of last night it all collided at once. A low whimper escaped him as his d**k dangled, hard, teasingly.

Noah didn’t flinch. He peeled off his pants slowly, deliberately. Kai’s eyes widened, his mouth opening, but no words came out. His mind short-circuited. Oh…fuck…

The sight in front of him, the sheer size, the stark presence, made his pulse spike. I'm definitely going to have a tear he thought.

Kai’s gaze flicked up to Noah’s face, shock and awe battling in his expression. Noah caught it.

He chuckled lightly, the sound echoing in Kai’s chest like a jolt. Kai’s cheeks burned, and he forced himself to look away.

“You like what you see?” Noah asked, calm, teasing.

Kai didn’t answer. His eyes glued themselves to the lamp on the bedside table, trying to hide.

Noah bent slightly, lifting Kai’s chin. “Look at me,” he demanded, voice low, patient but firm. Kai’s head tilted, his face facing Noah’s, but his eyes remained elsewhere.

“I asked you a question,” Noah said, moving his c**k to brush lightly against Kai. “I like words. Tell me, do you like what you see?”

Kai’s throat tightened. He nodded slightly, fumbling for air. Of course, I like it. Of course… He hadn’t seen anything like this in his life.

None of the boys he’d known had come close. None had looked like this.

“Words,” Noah said. “Answer me with words. I don’t do silent obedience.”

With one smooth motion, Noah flipped Kai onto his stomach.

The sudden motion made Kai yelp, muffled into the sheets.

His c**k pressed against the bed, aching.

Noah teased him, circling the entrance lightly, but not yet entering.

Kai arched involuntarily, knees pressing into the mattress.

Just go on already, he thought, breathless and desperate.

Noah pushed him back, keeping his hands firmly planted on Kai’s mid-back. “This is the position I want. Got it?”

Kai nodded, eyes shut, waiting. Anticipation curled tight in his chest.

“I see you’re not a fast learner,” Noah murmured from behind. “I said, use your words.”

He flipped Kai back, face-to-face. Their eyes locked for a long beat, heavy with unspoken tension.

“Sit up,” Noah instructed, still holding Kai’s gaze. Obediently, Kai straightened, eyes fixed on Noah’s c**k.

“Open up,” Noah commanded.

Kai blinked once, confirming. Then he obeyed. Mouth latched, tongue swirling, eyes wide.

Noah’s head tilted back, groaning softly. Hands slid into Kai’s hair, guiding him, pushing him closer to take the whole of his c**k in him, teasing.

Kai choked once but didn’t stop, bobbing his head rhythmically. Noah groaned louder, faster, gripping him lightly.

“Go faster,” he urged, his hands on Kai's head, pushing lightly. Kai obeyed, head moving in sync with his pace.

“s**t…,” Noah groaned, his head tipped back.

His grip on Kai's hair tightened, his hands pushing Kai faster, urging him to take all of him, and he did.

Kai's mouth wrapped completely around Noah's d**k, almost choking, his eyes shut tight, but his pace never ceased or slowed down.

“f**k”… Noah groaned, his hands pushing Kai's hair from his face, staring at his closed eyes as his mouth thrusted on his d**k.

When Noah finally came, Kai swallowed every drop, eyes wide and flushed. Noah looked down at Kai's flustered face with a smirk.

“At least he knows how to do his job well,” he thought. “That should excuse the lateness.”

Kai swallowed hard when Noah flipped him onto his stomach again. His elbow knocked awkwardly against the headboard, and he let out a quiet curse into the pillow.

The sheets were half-twisted under him, warm and annoying, and his heart was beating way too fast for him to pretend he was fine.

“Hold still,” Noah muttered, a little breathless himself. His hand pressed between Kai’s shoulder blades, not rough but not exactly gentle either.

Noah pushed back slowly this time, deliberately, and Kai yelped as the new angle stretched him wider than before.

“Wait…wait, hold on,” Kai blurted, words stumbling over each other.

His hands scrambled against the sheets, trying to find something solid to grab onto.

His breathing had gone uneven, half panic, half something he didn’t want to name.

Noah smirked behind him, already aware of what the size of his d**k was doing to him.

He didn't say a word; instead, he started stroking. Pulling out till his cap is almost out and then thrusting in again with full force.

Kai's back arched instinctively, muscles tightening around Noah as his body tried to adjust to the size.

Each slow stroke that followed dragged another broken breath from his chest.

When Noah’s hand wrapped around his c**k and began to stroke, Kai’s next gasp turned into a low groan, the rhythm of

Noah’s fist perfectly matched the steady thrusts behind him.

A deeper push made his fingers curl into the sheets.

Another roll of Noah’s hips pulled a ragged moan from his throat.

The slower the thrusts became, the tighter Kai’s body clenched in response.

Kai’s thoughts dissolved into nothing but sensation.

“Don’t c*m until I say,” Noah growled behind him.

Kai nodded, chest rising sharply as Noah’s next thrust knocked the air from his lungs.

“I said words!” Noah snapped suddenly.

Kai couldn’t even form them. He was shaking, overwhelmed.

“I’ll teach you,” Noah hissed, picking up his pace.

Each thrust slammed into Kai’s hips, tears streaming down his face. Moans escaped, loud and ragged.

“I’m about to c*m,” Kai gasped.

“Not until I say,” Noah growled, grip tight, pace unrelenting.

“Please…” Kai whispered, barely audible.

Noah smirked. “I didn’t catch that, say it louder.”

“Let…let me c*m…daddy,” Kai stuttered finally.

“c*m, boy,” Noah said, and Kai did. Both of them, simultaneously, breathing, groaning, spent.

Noah rolled onto his side, exhausted. Kai lay there too shy to move, chest rising, heart still racing.

When Noah's breath evened out, Kai picked up his clothes and bolted out of the room, his thoughts still on the stranger who had just f****d him in the best way possible.