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THAT'S THE HOTTEST THING IVE READ IN A WHILE! omg!

[I'm retiring from writing jk]

.. but seriously, phenomenal job Hedy!!

what shall we do in the dark? - jolly karlsson x noah sebastian

warnings: Consensual voyeurism, d/s dynamics, fisting, oral sex (m receiving), cum play, sex tapes, name calling

word count: 4k

note: thank you @deathblacksmoke and @circle-with-me for your help and emotional support on this one <3

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The meeting couldn’t have been less necessary. Jolly is glad that he’s the only one of them who went. Having all of them there would have been an absolute waste of their time. He’s mostly annoyed at the fact that he’s the one who had to go. But it also means that he doesn’t have to go to the next few label things.

Jolly trots up the stairs, fully intent on returning to the book he’d started the previous night. It’s a good book, and he’s really enjoyed the first few chapters of it. But as he comes up the stairs, the unmistakeable sound of moans fills his ears. He doesn’t have to guess where they come from.

The first door on the right – Noah’s door – is cracked open just enough for it to be visible from the stairs. Jolly doesn’t know what else he expected, really. His steps quicken a little, now rather curious to see what the boy is up to this time, it’s always something.

Jolly peeks into the room through the open door, and what he sees for once actually surprises him.

Noah is on his knees, braced on one hand. The other pushes a surprisingly large, realistic looking toy into his hole. His skin glistens with sweat and the lube that seems to be all over his ass and thighs. His hand slips from the end of it, and he lets out a frustrated groan.

Noah reaches is for it again, whining when he can’t get a good grip on it.

Jolly decides then that he’s struggled enough. He steps into the room and closes the door as quietly as he can. He keeps his eyes fixed on Noah, who still seems to be entirely oblivious to his presence.

Jolly comes up behind Noah. He’s rock hard, the tip of his cock an angry shade of red that tells him that he’s been at this for a while.

He places a hand on Noah’s waist, just above the soft round of his ass.

Noah yelps, whips around to see who is standing behind him.

“Fuck Jolly.” he gasps, “Fucking scared me.”

“Don’t pretend that you weren’t waiting for someone to walk in on you like this.”

He reaches for the end of the toy without waiting for an answer. He slowly eases it out of him, just to get a grasp on what Noah is trying to accomplish.

“Ambitious. Didn’t know you were a little size queen on top of all of this.” he chuckles.

Jolly knows that Noah likes it when he mocks him a little, and this is honestly the perfect thing to use against him.

“Jolly.” he whines.

“What? You’re the one who was fucking himself with a toy this big. You gotta live with the consequences.”

Jolly slowly pushes the toy back into him. He doesn’t let it slide in fully. Instead, he sets a slow rhythm. Noah responds with a near wanton moan. He pushes back against the toy, trying to get more of it. He’s so desperate for it already.

Watching him push back like this sparks an idea in Jolly’s head.

If Noah wants to be full so desperately –

Jolly has thought about it before when he had a couple of his fingers buried inside Noah. He hadn’t considered it a viable option until this moment.

“Think you can take more?” he asks, through the blood rushing in his ears.

“More?”

“Do you want to try taking my hand?”

Noah is quite long enough for Jolly to get nervous. He shifts on his knees, his hands flex where they’re gripping into the bedsheets below.

“Fuck. Yes.” the words trail off into a moan, “I want to try.”

Jolly gives a few more slow thrusts of the toy into him, before he carefully removes. He doesn’t dare to ask how long Noah’s been working to fit this thing into him. The length and girth of it are rather impressive. Jolly traces his thumb along the rim of Noah’s hole, pulling another sweet sigh from him. His thumb slips inside so easily. Compared to the toy, it must feel like nothing.

“Lube?”

Noah pushes the tube towards him without another word.

“If something feels off, tell me. Don’t want to hurt you.”

“I will.” Noah chokes out, “Can you – can I be on my back? I want to see you.”

“Of course.”

Jolly takes a step back, giving Noah space to turn around and re-arrange himself. He shifts for a moment longer, before he gives Jolly a nod.

“Give me one of those pillows?”

Noah tosses it towards him with a questioning look.

“Ass up.” Jolly says sternly, “Come on, be good.”

For once, Noah doesn’t act up and just does as Jolly asks of him. Most of the time, he has to work to get Noah to do what he wants. It’s part of their game, though, so having him just obey like this tells Jolly that he really wants this.

He pushes the pillow under Noah’s waist so make the angle a little bit more comfortable.

“Good?”

Noah gives him a nod in return.

Jolly pushes his thighs apart, making room for himself there. For a moment, he just runs his hands across Noah’s thighs, feeling the smooth skin beneath his palms. Maybe he should take a page out of Nicholas’ book once in a while and overwhelm him with gentle touch instead of the roughness he usually gives Noah.

His fingers drift lower and lower until they brush against Noah’s entrance. There’s still enough lube smeared around him for Jolly to be able to slip the tip of his middle finger in. He doesn’t tease him for too long though. They have ambitious plans after all.

With a little bit more lube he works his way up to three fingers fairly easily. He know that Noah can take at least this much, as three is usually what Jolly gets him to before he fucks him.

He slowly eases a fourth finger into him and Noah whines so sweetly for him when he does. It’s still a snug fit, but feeling Noah clench around him like this makes his head spin just a little bit. Noah doesn’t seem to be much better off. Jolly can tell that he’s desperately trying to keep his eyes open but the longer Jolly works his hand into him the harder it gets.

“You gotta relax for me, Noah. I know it’s a lot.” He says gently.

“I’m trying.” Noah almost whines.

“You wanna touch yourself? Does that help?”

His hand practically flies to his cock. The strokes are haphazard and entirely without rhythm.

“Take your time. Remember what we agreed on. You don’t get to finish until I say so.”

Noah slows down then, matching his strokes to the movements of Jolly's hand inside of him.

The minutes drag by, but eventually Jolly feels comfortable pushing him further.

“How are you feeling? Think you can take a little more?”

As much as he wants to be mean and cruel with him right now, Jolly also knows that Noah needs him to be a little more gentle.

“I want to try more.”

Jolly uses his free hand to part his thighs just a little bit further.

“Tell me if something feels bad.”

Noah gives a rushed nod, “So good.”

Jolly carefully tucks his thumb against his palm. He eases his hand back into Noah as slowly as he can. He takes his time with it. Pausing once in a while to make sure that Noah is still okay.

He feels so warm and tight around his hand. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before. Jolly feels Noah stretch around the widest part of his hand. He keeps it there for a moment, to give both of them a break. When he looks up at Noah, he finds him looking so worn out already.

His spit-slicked lips are parted just so as he tries to keep his breathing steady. The hand around his cock has come to a complete stand still. There’s a pool of precum on his belly. His face is soft, so blissed out.

He’s so pretty like this.

“Look at me, Noah.” Jolly says sternly.

He lets out a whine, slowly raising his head. His eyes barely open, but his focus lands on Jolly.

“Good boy.”

The praise has the exact effect on him that Jolly had hoped for. His eyes snap open, and he’s suddenly fully alert.

“Heard you got Folio to entertain you too. Really aren’t trying to hide that you’re a little whore, are you?”

Noah makes a pitiful little sound in response.

“Said he found you working yourself open. Did you want him to fuck you?” He lets his hand slip inside a little further as he speaks.

“Wanted someone to fuck me.” Noah whines.

“Desperate little thing.”

Jolly starts to pull his hand out of him again as slowly as he can. He’s intent on getting Noah to his most desperate state. He needs him whimpering and whining today.

“Shit, you should see yourself. Look so fucking good like this.” Jolly lets out with a groan, “Take my hand so well. You’ve almost done it.”

Noah pushes back against him, “I can take it. Please Jolly.”

“I know you can. Be patient.”

He is almost back to the widest part of his hand again. Jolly lets his hand slip into him fully then.

They both gasp when it does.

Jolly can’t look away from where Noah is wrapped around him. It always shakes him when he sees him taking his cock, but this is so much worse. Noah has his head thrown back, writhing under his attention. He’s all gasps and sighs already, whining when Jolly moves his hand just a little bit.

He’s so tight around him, too.

It really hits him then that they’re really doing this. He really has his hand wrist deep inside of one of his best friends.

With how tight Noah is around him, it’s difficult to really move his hand. He keeps the movements slow and steady until he doesn’t feel as much resistance. He shifts his hand so minimally, carefully easing the tight muscle around him open.

Jolly tentatively curls his fingers inside of him. When Noah lets out a pretty moan, he continues slowly forming a fist.

Noah freezes up when he does and Jolly briefly thinks that he’s hurting.

“Oh fuck.” He says shakily, “Fuck, that’s good.”

“You like feeling this full?”

Noah pries his eyes open, he looks down the length of his body until he lands on where Jolly’s hand disappears inside of him. Jolly can’t decide if he looks shocked or impressed. Most likely it’s a mix of both.

Noah hand wanders across his chest. He briefly thumbs across a nipple before his hand wanders lower still. He’s so indulgent with it, touching himself as if Jolly isn’t there. It presses down on his lower belly, and he makes a sound deep in his throat.

“Can you feel it?” Jolly asks.

Noah nods, “Yea it’s — this is a lot.”

“Still feeling good?”

“So fucking good.”

Jolly uncurls his hand, pulling most of the way out of him. Easing his flat hand in and out of him feels a little more comfortable and achievable right now. And even though he knows that Noah will probably complain about it, he lets his hand slip out almost entirely. When he pushes back inside this time, he rotates his hand a little. The motion makes Noah gasp out loud.

Jolly tries to focus his attention on Noah’s prostate. Noah shifts and moans under him, the hand on his belly twitches as if he’s trying to stop himself from wrapping it around his cock.

He moves his hand just a little bit faster, now really fucking him with it.

“This is what it takes to get you to shut up?” Jolly asks cruelly.

Noah lets out a meek whimper, tossing his head to the other side.

“Such a desperate little thing. Just can’t get enough, can you?”

“Jolly, please.” he whines, “I’m so close.”

“Can you cum like this?”

“Can you touch?” he sounds so desperate for it that Jolly can’t bring himself to say no.

With his hand still inside of him, Jolly wraps his unoccupied hand around Noah’s neglected cock. His hips buck upwards as soon as he touches him, which in turn makes Jolly’s hand shift inside of him. His mouth falls open. The string of breathless gasps that pours from his lips makes Jolly twitch behind his jeans.

“Tell me how much you want it.” Jolly says, gripping the base of his cock a little tighter, “You know what I want to hear from you.”

This part is always a little tricky. Getting Noah to really beg for his climax has historically been a hurdle. Sometimes he freezes up entirely, and sometimes, like today, it is so easy for him.

“Please Jolly. Please, I’ve been good.”

“You can do better.” he gives a way too slow stroke along his cock, barely giving him the pressure Noah needs.

“Want it so bad. Please, I need it.” Noah fixes him with a pleading glance, “Fuck –”

“Begging for it like the good little slut you are.” Jolly chuckles, “That’s what you are, huh?”

“Yes.” he whines out in response, “I –”

“Say it, and you’ll get what you want.”

Noah lets out another whine, once more bucking up against Jolly's hand.

“I’m your slut.” Noah replies quietly, “Please Jolly, I can’t hold it. Please let me cum.” Jolly lets him stew for a moment longer, slowly working his hands in tandem.

Noah’s eyes are wet with overstimulated tears. And mixed with the steady stream of whines that falls from his lips, Jolly is sure that he’s barely holding on.

“Go on, Noah. You can cum.”

Jolly doesn’t get to finish the upstroke before Noah comes undone. His jaw goes entirely slack, body going limp as he spills his load over Jolly's hand. He clenches around Jolly’s hand inside of him to the point where it almost becomes uncomfortable. He keeps working him through it, though, slowly moving his hands inside and around him.

The sighs eventually turn into whines that quickly sound rather pained.

Jolly stills as soon as he notices.

The hand that had been wrapped around Noah’s cock comes to rest against his side, trying to soothe his wired up mind.

“There you go. Did so well.” he speaks softly.

He gives him a few more moments before he starts to ease his hand out of Noah. He winches uncomfortably, face contorting.

“I know. I know. You’ve almost done it.” he keeps his hand on his waist, tracing his thumb across Noah’s skin, “There you go. Do you have a towel somewhere?”

Noah vaguely motions to the chair in front of his desk.

Jolly wipes off his hands first and then moves to wipe the remaining lube from Noah’s thighs and ass.

“You did so good. I know that was a lot.” Jolly says gently, “How are you feeling?”

Noah sighs, finally bringing himself to look at Jolly, “I’ll be thinking about this for a while.”

That cocky grin of his has already made its way back onto his face, and it almost makes Jolly want to demean him a little more.

“What about you, though?” Noah asks, extending his hand towards him.

“Are you up for a little more?” Jolly takes Noah’s hand into his.

Noah nods a little too eagerly considering what they’ve just done.

“Get on your knees then.”

Noah scrambles to follow the order. Jolly loves when he gets like this. He doesn’t even have to tell him what he wants. Noah just sits at his feet and looks up at him with his pretty brown eyes.

Jolly tugs down his trousers, letting his cock slap against his belly. It narrowly misses Noah’s face, not that he would have minded.

“Open.”

Again Noah quietly obeys and opens his mouth just the way Jolly wants him to.

He drags the head of his cock across Noah’s tongue a few times before he grasps the hair at the top of Noah’s head.

“You know the rules?”

He gives a yes best as he can with his mouth open like this.

“Good.”

With that Jolly sinks himself into Noah’s mouth. He gives him a second to get used it before he pushes further and further until he can feel Noah’s nose pressing into the skin of his belly.

Jolly feels him moan around his cock.

“You’re such a desperate little whore for this, aren’t you? Love letting people use like this, hm?” Noah hums around him, “Letting us pass you around like this. Don’t get enough attention on stage?”

Without needing to be told, Noah keeps his hands folded in his lap. His eyes remain fixed on Jolly’s face despite the tears that well in his eyes. Jolly knows that this is a struggle for him, which makes the fact that he’s being good like that even better.

Noah gags around him, but makes no move to ask Jolly to stop.

Jolly keeps pistoning himself into the warm wet of his mouth. He can never get enough of this. Noah is always so willing to let him take whatever he wants, so pliant and pretty.

Their previous activities already had Jolly close to the edge and he knows that he won’t last much longer. His belly feels so taut, mind so wired up. The tips of his fingers tingle. Jolly lets his head tip back, trying to stave his end for a moment longer.

When it begins to feel inevitable, he slows his movements down just a little.

“Where do you want it?” he asks, surprising himself with how breathless he sounds.

The pleading look on Noah’s face gives him the answer he needs.

“Want it all over your face again?”

He pulls out of Noah’s mouth to allow him a verbal response.

“Please Jolly.” he says as soon as he can, still lookin up at him with tear stained eyes.

Jolly keeps working himself with slow steady strokes, although it is becoming harder to keep himself right on that edge.

“Gonna let me take a picture this time? Just for Nicholas. No one else will see.”

Noah thinks for a moment before he nods, “You can take a picture.”

Jolly gives a tender caress to his cheek, “Thank you, sweet boy.”

He works himself a little faster now, intent on reaching his climax. Below him, Noah has closed his eyes in anticipation. It won’t take him much, he’s been close for a while now. Jolly tugs his phone out of his back pocket just in time.

The first spurt of his cum lands on Noah’s cheek. Another one that reaches up to his forehead, across his closed eyes, his tongue. Noah moans when some of it lands on his chin and bottom lip. His tongue briefly darts out to lick some of it up. Jolly smears the last few drops across Noah’s lips.

Jolly can’t help himself. He drags the head of his cock through the mess on Noah’s cheek, making a show of it for the camera.

When he feels like he has enough footage, he ends the recording and tosses his phone onto the bed behind Noah.

“Nick’s going to lose it.” he says softly, while tucks his cock back into his trousers, “Stay here. I’ll get something to clean you up.”

Noah sits back against the edge of his bed, still catching his breath.

Jolly just catches a glimpse of Folio’s door closing – maybe he’ll sned Noah the video too so he can do whatever he wants with it. He’s seen how he looks at Folio and ever since they did whatever they did Folio’s eyes have been lingering on their singer longer and longer.

Equipped with a dampened washcloth, Jolly return tto Noah’s room. He finds him in the process of wiping some of the cum from his cheek. And he’s not surprised when the fingers disappear between his lips.

“You’re fucking insatiable.” Jolly shakes his head.

Noah only snickers in response, fully aware of the effect he has on Jolly.

He kneels down in front of Noah and gently wipes the rest of it from his face. Noah is always a little reluctant with this part. He has no issues with them putting him through all kinds of hinds, but once things take a more intimate turn his confidence shrivels up.

Once he’s done, Jolly pushes up off the ground. He holds a hand out to Noah, helping him up. He doesn’t let go immediately. Noah resists a little when Jolly crowds into his space and ushers him knot the mattress.

He has to force Noah into aftercare most of the time. This time he eases into his embrace a little easier.

“How are you feeling?” Jolly asks quietly, combing his fingers through Noah’s hair.

“Tired. A little sore. It’s all good though.” Noah replies, sounding rather sleepy already.

“Was a lot, hm? You did very well though.”

They both fall silent for a long moment. Noah’s breathing slowly regulates and Jolly thinks that he’s a few moments away from falling asleep.

He debates asking him about Folio, but ultimately decides to leave that for a different day. Noah is so calm that he doesn’t want to disturb him.

“You gotta show, Noah.” he says eventually, “Get cleant up and then you can take a nap. Thought we could order something in and watch a movie together later?”

Noah gives him a sleepy nod, before he heaves himself out of bed. He has the decency to pull on a pair of shorts on is way to the bathroom.

The movie is good, but Noah’s mind is entirely occupied by the video Jolly had sent him while he’d been in the bathroom earlier. He doesn’t know how often he has re-watched it since. Seeing himself lie this makes him shiver. The portion where Jolly rests his cock on his cheek makes him feel especially fuzzy around the edges. There’s something so demeaning about it and if he’s honest he loves it.

Noah pulls his phone out of the pocket of his shorts. He has the brightness turned down all the way, but the thumbnail of the video still stands out of the prominently.

His finger hovers over the send button. A part of him wants to keep this a secreet. On the other hand, Noah is desperate to know how Folio will react to it. Jolly had given him permission to share it with whoever he likes, so he doesn’t feel too bad about it.

He presses send before he can change his mind again.

Folio doesn’t react in any kind of way and Noah realises that he doesn’t even know if he has his phone on him. He tries to push the bubbling anxiety down as best as he can. He’ll get his verdict eventually.

It’s not until they’ve all said their good nights and Noah is getting ready to crawl into his bed that he sees the read indicator pop up on the message.

His heart pounds in his chest as he freezes up listening for any sign of Folio approaching. A moment later he hears a door open and close. And another moment later a knock sounds at his door.

Nick opens the door without waiting for his reply. His cheeks are flushed adorably pink, but as sweet as it is to see him flustered like this, Noah does not miss the hint of jealousy that linger just beneath his skin.

They stand in a silent staring match for a long while. Noah doesn’t know where this is going.

“Nick I –” he starts eventually, unsure of what to do or say, “I shouldn’t have sent that. That was a dumb idea.”

Nick shakes his head, “Tomorrow evening. Jolly and Nick are meeting up with some people.”

“You want –”

“What? Do you think you can send me that without me wanting to see it in person?”

Hearing Nick so assertive sends a shiver down his spine and all Noah can do is nod.

“I’ll be waiting for you.” with that Nick makes his departure, leaning Noah standing in the middle of his room.

He doesn’t know what he expected to happen when he sent the video but it certainly wasn’t this.

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