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Yellow's shoulders hit the door as she stumbles back. Noel is on her without mercy.
His lips seal over hers, hungry and wild. Yellow arches into him, hands fisted in his shirt; his own are pulling her closer, until there is no space left between them. The kiss is frantic, nearly violent, more reminiscent of a battle than affection. It doesn't take long for Noel's hands to wander down, sliding her dress up to rest over her hips, tugging playfully at the hem of her tights until she can no longer stop herself from grinding against him.
"Fuck, Noel, that's- that's not playing fair-" She nearly whines, breaking away from the kiss to tilt her head back, panting. Noel chuckles quietly into her neck, trailing sweet fire down her jawline as his lips move down to her throat and back in a torturous circuit.
"No, it isn't." He agrees, the warmth of his voice carrying an undercurrent of hunger that makes her shiver. "But you love it anyway, don't you, doll?"
Noel presses one last kiss to her neck, then slowly sinks to his knees in front of her. She feels him slip her leggings down, freeing her from undergarments that are rapidly becoming too tight. Yellow has to clap a hand over her mouth to stifle the moan that spills from her as the searing heat of his mouth envelops her cock. Strong fingers dig into her hips as Noel runs his tongue around the head, toying with the skin there as she groans. The sound makes him lean back; the sight of him on his knees, face flushed and spit-smeared but grinning slyly, is nearly too much.
"Quiet, doll. Everyone is right downstairs, remember?" He warns playfully. Yellow muffles a whimper, her cock twitching at the thought of being overheard. It should terrify her, fill her with mortification, and it does- but a tiny, traitorous piece hopes that someone will discover them.
That piece nearly wins out as Noel's teeth sink into her hip. Yellow fails to hold back another groan, jolting as her lover bites down hard. Her fingers crush her skirts with desperation as Noel plants one more bite to her pelvis, but it's clear he doesn't have the patience for making her wait tonight.
Yellow has no complaints.
Noel takes her in his mouth once more, rolling his fingers over the base of the shaft. His touch is far lighter than he knows she prefers; predictably, Yellow is writhing above him in need, legs shaking as he pulls her closer and closer to the orgasm she feels sizzling through every inch.
"Oh- yes, yes, fuck, right there- ngh-" Yellow gasps out, hips twitching uselessly under Noel's efforts. The other hand clamps over her stomach, holding her still, a ruthless pressure that only adds to the fire searing through every limb. Her back is all but molded to the door behind her, the only thing keeping her upright as she shudders and twists, panting helplessly-
Noel's fingers dig into her hip in warning as another moan escapes her; Yellow plasters a hand over her mouth obediently, barely in time to cover her next cry as he rewards her by sinking all the way down. It's so much- his throat is working around her cock, the motion driving her wild- everything is tight and slick and hot, impossibly hot-
Yellow spills into Noel's throat with a wrenching groan, far too loud even muffled through her fingers. He continues to suck at her cock until she's squirming, half-mad with the overstimulation, before pulling back to stare up at her with mischievous eyes.
He rises to his feet while Yellow is still catching her breath. Noel pulls her close, letting her come down. Undeterred, Yellow slips a hand past the hem of his slacks; the answering jolt of her boyfriend's hips makes her grin.
"Is that how you wanna play it, doll?" He says fondly, teasing- but the need in his voice is clear. Noel tugs at her shoulder, spinning her to press her chest against the door. Yellow gasps sharply as he sinks the first finger into her. The noise makes him pause, driving her nearly mad with the lack. "Quiet. You know that, Yellow."
"Right- right, I- ah-" Yellow manages. She's forced to cover her mouth with one shaking hand; the other claws at the door as Noel resumes working her open, relentlessly slow. Every motion of his finger leaves her groaning into her palm-
Yellow cries out as he adds a second, then a third, with barely a pause between them; blessedly, the sound is muffled enough that she hopes no one downstairs heard. The thought vanishes a moment later as all three of his fingers curl. Yellow shudders, hips twitching- despite her release just minutes ago, she can feel herself growing hard again as Noel's actions send renewed heat through her. Distantly, she hears him fumbling with his belt; her focus snaps as he twists his fingers again, striking that spot within that makes her see stars. Suddenly, his hand is gone-
"Yellow, I'm going to-" Noel starts to warn her.
"Yes." She demands, cutting him off. Noel shoves her forward, flush against the door- and sinks inside her in the same motion.
Yellow groans, digging her fingers into the door as she fights to remember how to breathe. Her lover's answering noise isn't far off; they both still for a long moment, adjusting to the sensations.
"Yellow?" Noel prompts after a minute.
"Ngh- I'm- I'm good, Noel, you can- you can move."
"You sure, doll?"
"Noel Finley, if you don't move- oh- oh fuck-"