A sharp pull of the leash drew him up short, a breath away from parted pink lips, and a tiny discontented sound escaped him.
He ached. It wasn’t a question of release, of fucking or being fucked; it was that he couldn’t have what he wanted, lounging right in front of him. He was never good in matters of self-control, not with something like this, not with hazed green eyes challenging him.
Those green eyes had watched him, aloof but daring, as gloved hands had gently stripped him bare, his only adornment a dark collar for their play. He had been amused at first, indulging in this little twist to their sex life, and it had been cute until he realized he was being denied what he wanted.
And those green eyes had watched him, utterly in control, even as he had lost it, tearing away at the barriers of clothing which blocked his need to touch, to taste, to meld with pale skin. He had fed like he was starving once more, leaving marks as he indulged in his wants, but it wasn’t enough and the need to bruise those pink lips had overwhelmed him.
But the jerk to the band about his neck had stopped him short of his goal.
He stared pleadingly into a delicate face, and those green eyes were almost inhuman in their restraint. Only the soft quickness of breath and the hard arousal against him indicated that maybe this discipline was not without weakness.
"Please," he whispered hoarsely, the first words since their play had reached this level. Begging. "Hope, I-I want—”
A quiver thrilled through the slim body beneath him and pale lashes fluttered, shuttering away the staring green.
It was enough, and Noel pulled himself up to finally satiate his heart’s desire.