Jack wasn’t as vocal as Noah, but as Noah curled his hand around and started stroking a bit more firmly he let out a soft, “Ah, yeah…” His head tipped back on the pillow and his eyes were half-closed, unfocused. Noah smiled, enjoying the effect he was having, and dared to duck his head down and lick across the head of Jack’s cock.
“Mmm. You can keep doing that.”
Noah glanced up at him with a smile. “I will, then.” He bent his head and licked up the length of Jack’s cock, tasting the faintly musky, faintly salty flavor of it.
“Good boy,” said Jack warmly.
A pleasant shiver went through Noah at the praise. There was something about being called a “good boy” that was better than it probably should be. It put him in a place of submission, but it also reaffirmed his masculinity. Too often people assumed that being in a submissive position was somehow feminine, but with just two words, “good boy” refuted that concept entirely.