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007n7 stretched as he opened the door to his dorm. His back cracked, popping with relief as he groaned, the eye-bags under his eyes doing nothing but showing the sheer exhaustion that plagued him. Tests, codes, numbers and homework plagued his mind, souring his mood even further.
And yet, 007n7 felt lighter today—as if a trouble was lifted off his shoulders. He cracked a wicked smile—one he only had when he was hacking and driving Elliot mad. He turned his attention to his room, the door ominously closed—an aura of tension emanating from the innocuously shut door.
007n7 hummed, his eyes following the door—narrowed in dark satisfaction as he leisurely paced around the kitchen. He grabbed a cup and filled it with water, slowly drinking every last drop. He needed to be patient. He could almost hear his lover’s voice whining in his ear—Patience is a virtue, Sev.
And with this? Oh, 007n7 would be as patient as he needed to be.
He plopped down onto the couch, yawning as he fished his computer out of his bag. 007n7 would usually play music, the sound acting as white noise, causing him to work faster.
He didn’t play it this time. It was a necessity that he be able to hear every last noise—every last squeak, every last sound of breathing.
007n7 opened his laptop, huffing as he took a look at the pile of homework set upon him today. It was almost torture—forcing himself to sit there and be productive, all the while knowing what lied behind that door. His room was a Pandora’s Box, and he was tempted—so tempted—to tear that box open and claim his reward.
But still—he remained strong-willed, fingers typing away at what would be his first of many pages of homework.
All the while, the faint sound of gasping and muffled whimpers could be heard—emanating from the very same door he stared at with a carnal look in eyes. He paid it no mind, the sides of his mouth ticking up into a pleased grin.
Eventually though, it began to be too much to bear. The urge grew inside 007n7 with every muffled sound that found its way to his ear—the code on his screen turning to mush as his mind went blank with nothing but need.
007n7 slammed his computer shut, walking over to his room slowly—drawing out every single agonizing second to a brutally effective measure.
And then finally—he pushed his door open, revealing the contents of the room to his utter delight.
It was Noli, contorted into an intimate, compromising position—courtesy of the red and black ropes wrapping him up like the cutest little present. His face was contorted in euphoric pleasure and excruciating agony—the combination of the pain and pleasure that came with overstimulation making him writhe against his binds like a puppet pulled on a strings.
Noli’s cock twitched and jumped—still hard, despite the obvious ecstasy he’d already gone through—evident by the spend covering his stomach. His body quivered as the vibrator inside his hole continued to do its job, unrelenting and brutal as it set out to shatter Noli with pleasure.
“Had enough?” 007n7 asked, chucking as he watched Noli languish in overstimulation, body shaking with pain, pleasure and now fury as he struggled to speak—words slurring like cornstarch in his mouth, his tongue heavy with exhaustion as his jaw ached around the gag placed around his mouth.
That ache was soon soothed mockingly—only being done to taunt Noli further as he was ungagged, leaving him gasping for air as 007n7 smugly watched on.
“F-fuck you.” Noli spat, still persistent and unyielding from last night. 007n7 merely chuckled in response. It was more fun this way. More fun to watch Noli’s resolve turn to putty in his hands as he tore moan after moan from Noli’s pretty little throat.
“Oh no baby, you got it wrong!” 007n7 gasped, mocking Noli with an innocent lilt in his voice. He leaned in close, lips brushing against the shell of Noli’s ear teasingly.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
The words were met with actions, 007n7 tilting the vibrator upward—right into Noli’s poor prostate, the bundle of nerves on fire as the vibrator bullied that spot, leaving Noli crying and begging for it to end.
“S-SHIT!—“ Noli yelled, back arching as he saw stars, cock pulsing as he once again tilted on the edge. “God, 007n7, seriously—Please—“
“Please what. More? Is that what you want?” 007n7 hissed, pushing the vibrator slightly deeper, causing Noli to cry out further. “Use your fucking words.” He growled, his tone unyielding—the binds around Noli’s wrists and ankles seeming to burn hotter—just like 007n7’s anger.
Noli shuddered, cock pulsing as the searing pain in his abdomen began to be pulled tighter. His eyes widened in fear—he couldn’t release any more, he had nothing left to give, nothing left to spill.
“Fuck—just god, Sev, make it fucking stop!” Noli sobbed, cock pulsing once, twice before an orgasm—dry, brutal and burning—was torn from him, his eyes rolling back from being utterly broken. His vision whitened as his jaw slacked, mask contorted as the vibrator shattered him from the inside out—eyes rolling back and tongue lolling. His cock spilled nothing, the dry orgasm spurring on nothing but pain and a complete emptiness.
The sight of Noli, writhing in intoxicating agony, made 007n7 hum—finally moving to take action. With one push of a button, the ropes around Noli’s limbs fell, leaving the hacker limp on the bed, twitching feebly. 007n7 scooped the man up in his arms, carrying him to the shower—the gentle, tender nature of his actions contrasting how he behaved moments before.
Every swipe of 007n7’s hand over Noli’s aching body wasn’t just cleansing—it was reverent, savoring the way Noli’s body reacted to his touch—how it sang for him, even after everything they had just gone through. “So good for me, just relax baby.” 007n7 praised, peppering kisses against Noli’s blissed out face as he intimately washed them, until all remnants of their night disappeared down the drain.
007n7 dried the man, careful to not reignite some of the overstimulation that still buzzed through Noli’s skin. He carried Noli back to his bed, gently laying him down on the plush mattress. He rushed back into the kitchen—only to return with a cold glass of water, one that he nursed into Noli’s exhausted body with attentiveness.
“Sleep tight, love. Been through a lot today.” 007n7 cooed, hand brushing a strand of hair away from Noli’s face. Noli seemed to release a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, finally letting slumber overtake him.
007n7 smiled, warm and sweet like honey—no longer wicked and calculated like before. He wriggled into the bed beside his lover, wrapping one arm possessively over Noli’s waist as he began to fall asleep.
All mine. You’re all mine, Noli.