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Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader x Nicholas Ruffiio

Word Count: 5,650

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Unprotected sex. Oral (M & F receiving). Multiple orgasms. Elements of Dom!Nick & Sub!Noah. Alcohol Consumption.

Taglist: @somebodyels3 @herbhuntress

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A/N: I feel like you guys have been super excited to read this, so apologies in advance if it doesn't meet your expectations 🥹🫣

Also. I am setting up a general taglist. So, if you'd like to be tagged in everything I post for Bad Omens going forward, let me know. I'm eventually going to set up a form.

Noah can be a real blabbermouth once he's comfortable around someone. When you first meet him it's hard to get him to open up, but once he knows you, and decides he likes you, it's hard to get him to stop. You'd been around all the guys long enough now that you were used to it and most of the time you could zone him out. But certain situations made it worse and much harder to ignore, this being one of them. He got chattier after a few beers and got especially bad whenever he had a pretty girl, naked and whining under him.

Technically, you were still fully dressed, but you were so, so, pretty. And the 4 beers he’d drank at the party before you’d dragged him upstairs were not helping. Noah was practically chewing a hole into his bottom lip as he watched you. You, on your knees in front of him, one of his hands weaved into your hair holding you in place as he rocked his hips into your mouth. His mouth was practically itching with desire to just word-vomit his entire stream of consciousness and he could feel the words building in his throat, teeth releasing his bottom lip to let out a moan and then the words were tumbling out before he could stop them.

Once he got started, it was like he couldn’t stop.

“Nicky’s gonna fucking kill me.” You were only half listening, too focused on what you were doing to be able to hear everything he said. But you caught enough of the words to make you raise a brow.

“Gonna get into so much trouble.” Each word was punctuated by moans as he sped up the movements of his hips. This was like dirty talk to him. Noah kept rambling, you’d zoned in on his words now, and the alcohol flowing through your own veins barely made it all make sense.

“Look at you. So beautiful.” You moaned at the compliment, hands gripping his thighs as he fucked his way into your mouth.

“Wish he could see this.” His hands pulled your hair harder as he spoke, he was getting himself off on the feeling of your mouth and his own words, the thought of you and him and you and Nicholas. Maybe you, him and Nicholas. He moaned louder then, and you both thought for a second that maybe someone downstairs would hear you. He wasn’t sure if he’d mind, if he was lucky it’d be Nicholas that came up and caught you both in the act.

“He’s gonna hate me. So worth it.” You tapped your hand against his thigh after that, he was talking too much and it was frying your brain a little trying to work out what he was talking about. He eased his grip on your hair at the tap and slid his hips back halting his movements, unable to stop the whine that left his lips as yours left him. You leant back on your heels as he released you, looking up at him.

“Can we not talk about my best friend right now, please.” You lifted your hand and wrapped it around him as you spoke, not wanting to ruin the moment, just slow it down. Hearing about Nicholas while Noah was in your mouth felt wrong, you were supposed to be focusing on Noah but all this talk had your best friend's face coming into view in your mind. And you felt bad. Thinking of Nicholas while you sucked Noah’s cock.

“Can’t help it.” He whined out hips hitching forward as your hand wrapped around him, that itch was there again, the incessant desire to start speaking without thought.

“You look so pretty like this.” You smiled up at him, increasing the speed of your hand, compliments went straight through you to your core and you were already soaked. The sexual tension between you and Noah had been building for weeks, and being so close to being full of what you wanted had you clenching around nothing.

“I bet Nicky would think you were pretty too.” You furrowed your brows, letting go of Noah, arms crossing over your chest with a frown.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Noah looked confused as first, his brain didn’t always work when he was like this. And it took him a second to piece together what he’d said. He’d gotten a little carried away.

“I didn’t- I don’t.” Noah stumbled over his words, cheeks flushing bright red as he tried to answer your question. You were glaring at him now and despite you being on your knees he felt smaller than you at that moment.

“You always talk about your best friend when getting off?”

“No, no it’s not. I just.” He couldn’t get his mind to work at all and he was mumbling, embarrassed, all his words mixed up.

“I don’t- I. I.” You had your hands on your hips, still glaring up at him.

“You what? Noah, are you into Nick? Is that what this is? Do you get off on talking about him while his best friend sucks your dick?” He looked taken aback by your questioning, stumbling backwards, his boxers still around his ankles.

“No. I mean yes, a little bit. But I’m into you too. And well Nicks into you and I- I promised him I wouldn’t do anything.” The words came out in such a rush you could barely make out one word from the next, your head spinning.

“He loves you. And I...” He whined as the words left his lips, not finishing his sentence, instead reaching to grab his boxers and pull them up. He didn’t know why he’d said it, but he couldn’t take it back. You stood up as he started to redress, your own brain barely functioning. Nicholas loved you?

“Wait.” You grabbed your phone from the bed, pressing dial on Nick's contact, your eyes never leaving Noahs as you waited for Nick to pick up. You could hear the music downstairs get quieter and then Nick answered, the sounds blaring through your phone.

“Hey! Where are you? Come back to the party.”

“Party's over. Kick everyone out and then come upstairs. My room. Now.” You didn't give Nick a chance to respond, you ended the call and threw your phone back on the bed. Noah's actions had stalled as he waited to see your next move, you couldn't tell if he was excited or scared, but you closed the gap between you both and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

“I'm not angry at you, I promise. I just want to speak to Nicky.”

The music had stopped, and you could hear the sounds of the crowd of people leaving out onto the street. Then Nick's voice, shouting your name.

“What's wrong? Is everything okay?” You put a bit of distance between you and Noah as you heard Nick's voice.

“Noah said you're in love with me.” Nick halted his line of questioning, eyes snapping over to Noah. Taking in his appearance, pants not zipped up, the flush of his cheeks and then onto you, your messed up hair and swollen lips.

“Noah said I'm in love with you, while you were… Giving him head?” You could see the confusion and hurt swirling through his eyes, as his brain tried to process what you were telling him.

“Well. Yeah actually that is how it happened. But-” Noah cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

“It just slipped out, Nicky. I- I didn't mean to.”

“Didn't mean to what? Get the girl I told you I'm in love with to blow you, or accidentally tell her I love her half way through.” You could tell Nick was furious, his eyes darkened and jaw clenched as he spoke. This isn't how you wanted this to go, you needed to get the situation back under control. You stepped towards Nick, one palm resting on his chest, the other hand moving up to his jaw making him look at you.

“So it's true? You're in love with me?” His eyes softened as he looked down at you, he was still furious with Noah for touching you but your hands on him calmed his mind. He mumbled out a soft ‘yes' searching your face for any hint of disgust. He didn't find any. Instead, you lifted yourself up onto your tiptoes and connected your lips, softly at first and then more insistently as Nick started to kiss back.

You heard Noah whine from behind you, not sure what to make of the sight in front of him. Nick had just been angry with him seconds ago, and although you'd told him you weren't angry a few moments before you'd called Nick up, he wasn't sure he was convinced. He thought maybe it would be for the best if he left, stopping only when your hand reached out to grab at him as he tried to shuffle past you and Nick.

As you pulled back from Nick, his eyes landed on Noah’s face, before Nick could do or say anything to scare him away you reached up and pulled Noah into a kiss, keeping one hand securely gripped onto Nick's shirt to stop him from pulling away. Noah's mouth was a lot more hesitant than it had been when you'd both first stumbled upstairs together, you could practically feel the anxiety radiating off him. You mumbled soft praise against his lips, moving your free hand up to thread into his hair.

You held him there as you pulled back, turning to engage Nick in another kiss. The three of you remained like this for a short while, you holding onto the both of them, kissing one and then the other. Moving back and forth between the pair. Neither of them speaking, allowing you complete control over the situation.

“Noah didn't want to upset you Nick.” Your hand released from Nick's shirt, sliding up to his cheek as you pulled him into another kiss, using the hand in Noah's hair to pull his face towards you so you could capture his lips the second you released Nicks. Neither of them were touching the other, two individual sets of hands holding onto your hips and waist.

“You just got a little carried away didn't you baby?” Noah made a noise, low in his throat, almost a whine as he connected his lips with yours. Nick took in the sight, appreciating for the first time the way you and Noah seemed to fit together. He'd been so wrapped up in his affections for you, that he'd never once considered that Noah may be feeling for you the same as him. Sure, Noah had always agreed when Nick spoke to him about how gorgeous he thought you were, but Nick hadn't realised the feelings went any further than that. The possibility of what could happen had Nick speaking before his brain could finalise the thought.

“Doesn't matter if he meant to or not, sweetheart. Noah betrayed my trust. He at least needs to be punished for that.” Nick's face was almost unreadable as he spoke, you and Noah separating from one another to look at him. He moved one hand from your waist across to Noahs, giving the man a soft squeeze. It was supposed to be reassuring, but Noah's brain had gotten stuck on the word ‘punished’ and he was ignorant to almost everything after that.

“Punished?” His brain whirled a million miles a second as it tried to figure out what he could be in store for. Completely zoned out of your conversation as he thought back over every drunken conversation he'd ever had with Nick about various kinks. He swallowed thickly, Nick's hand leaving his waist snapping him back to the current situation.

“Go take a seat Noah.” Nick motioned with his free hand towards the chair in front of your dressing table. You watched Noah hesitate, eyes resting on the chair for a good 5 seconds before he walked over, tentatively sitting down knees pressed close together, hands hooking under his thighs.

“If you want to be good, you better sit there and stay still. If you don't… If you don't, I'll have to tie you in place.” Nick turned his attention away from Noah, both his hands returning to grip your waist, removing all distance between your bodies as he pulled you into another kiss. Years of mutual yearning seemed to bleed into the moment. Your hands sliding up to his hair, his fingers digging into your sides as you whined against him. Your whine was echoed, the sound coming from your right. Noah. You broke the kiss to look at him, hearing Nick huff out a soft laugh as you both took in the sight. Noah was fidgeting, knuckles white and curled round the edge of the chair, desperately holding himself in place.

“I thought I told you to stay still.”

“I'm trying. I'm trying, please.” Noah’s eyes were wide, almost filled with innocence as he begged, the word please leaving his mouth on repeat as Nicholas took hold of the end of his belt. His fingers made quick work of the buckle, pulling the leather from the loops of his jeans.

“Think we should tie him up? Make sure he can't move. Make him watch.” Noah shook his head with a loud whine, eyes flicking to yours.

“She's not going to help you, Noah. Look at me.” Noah's eyes flicked away from you back to Nick, but when you turned, Nick's eyes were trained on you. Still waiting on an answer.

“If… If Noah's okay with it. I want him to watch. And then we'll take care of him afterwards. Right?” You moved your eyes between them both as you spoke, Noah may have been whimpering and begging just a moment ago but it didn't actually seem like he wanted things to stop. You saw Nicholas’s face soften, leaning in close to Noah, his belt still in his hands as he whispered to him. Noah's eyes landed on you as Nick spoke, you couldn't hear what he was saying but Noah looked pleased about it, eventually nodding his head in agreement.

“I'm going to tie Noah's hands behind the chair. Then he's going to use his mouth on you baby. And then. Well, I won't spoil all the surprises.” Nick moved round the chair as he spoke, his hands taking hold of Noah's wrists gently pulling them behind the back of the chair. He slid his belt round and looped it through, wrapping it round a number of times to secure it.

“If it's too tight, now is your only chance to complain.” Noah flexed his hands and shook his head, mumbling out a soft ‘okay’. Nick was happy with the answer, buckling it in place and then tugging gently to make sure it wouldn't release too easily. It wouldn't. He stood, and walked back round to you, his fingers reaching for the top of your jeans as he settled behind you, his chest against your back. You lent your head back against Nick's shoulder, letting out a shaky breath as the two of you looked down at Noah. He was sucking his lower lip into his mouth, that feeling of needing to talk slowly starting to take over as he watched you and Nick lean into each other.

“I promised Noah he could have a taste of you sweetheart, need you to take these off.” The words were almost whispered against your skin, his fingers reaching for the button on the front of your jeans, popping it open. Your hands joined his, pushing your jeans off your hips with a wiggle, sliding them all the way down till you could kick them off. Noah's mouth opened at that, a soft whine escaping him as he caught sight of your soft white underwear. You brought your hands up to the hem of your pants moving to push them down until Nick's hands grabbed onto yours.

“Nick-” He cut you off, pulling your hands away from your underwear.

“Let Noah have you like this. I want to be the first to truly have you.” You nodded, taking a step forward towards the chair.

“You said I could taste her. Please… Please.” Noah was whining, eyes blown wide with lust as he tugged against his restraints.

“Look how soaked she is Noah baby, you'll be tasting her plenty.” There wasn't going to be an easy way to do this. You steadied yourself with one hand on Noah's left shoulder, lifting your leg up and over the other. Nick's hands eased you forward slightly, till you felt Noah's nose nudge against your clothed core. You were grateful you'd decided to wear some relatively nice underwear for the party, the white cotton already soaked right through.

Your breath hitched as Noah's nose brushed against you again, pushing right up against your clit. His tongue flattened out against your core, the sensation was lessened with the cotton barrier between you, but it pulled a moan from you all the same. You couldn't make out a word, but he was whining against you, soft compliments and curses leaving his lips as he desperately tried to find your sweet spot with his tongue. You moved your hand from his shoulder up to his hair, pushing him into you, a moan of his name escaping your lips. Hearing you moaning for him had him squirming in his seat, wrists tugging at the restraint with the desire to get closer to you.

Nick's hands were helping keep you balanced, as you worked your hips against Noah's face. His fingers sliding up your shirt to caress your chest. Noah was trying his best, tongue lapping at the material that covered you, teeth trying to nip and bite against every inch of you he could get his mouth on.

“I need more.” You gasped, as Noah pressed his tongue right up against your clit, desperately licking and sucking at the material as he heard your reaction.

“Can't come like this, it's not enough. Noah please. I need more.”

Nick's hands slid back down to the waist, carefully pulling you away from Noah, helping place your leg back down on the floor. Noah's head tried to follow after you, a desperate whine leaving his lips when you were fully out of reach. More whines and begs leaving his lips as he tried to convince Nicholas to let him have you properly.

“Time to take these pretty panties off baby, then I'll look after you.” Your hands almost flew to the edges of your underwear, pushing them down your legs almost frantic.

“Give them to me.” You paused, ready to kick them off, lifting them up for Nick with a confused smile.

“Well these are practically dripping baby. Looks like you did a good job Noah.” You felt yourself blush, cheeks heating up as Nick moved away from you, your underwear hooked on one finger. You watched as he took a hold of Noah's jaw with one hand, pulling it open, pushing your underwear into Noah's mouth. Noah's cheeks were bright red now too, whether from the compliment or the soaked underwear now in his mouth, you weren't sure. Likely both.

“I think you've said enough tonight Noah, don't you?” Noah whined around the material in his mouth, the sound muffled but still just as desperate. Nick mumbled out a soft ‘good boy’ just loud enough for Noah to hear, stroking one hand through his hair before pulling away. With Noah now gagged and bound, Nick turned to you, pulling your t-shirt up and over your head before pushing you back onto the bed, kicking your legs open.

“My turn.” Nick leant down between your thighs, holding you open enough for Noah to see before he lent in, his tongue swiping over your exposed clit. You moaned, back arching off the bed as his tongue slid down, pressing flat against your entrance before pushing inside. Your ears were ringing, eyes tightly shut. Noah had gotten you warmed up, but Nick was sending you barrelling towards the edge.

You allowed yourself a moment to just revel in the pleasure of it all, your best friend, the man you'd had feelings for for years had his head buried between your thighs. His other best friend, a man you'd lusted over for months, was tied and gagged watching the whole thing.

You pushed yourself up onto your elbows, eyes unable to choose where to focus. Noah’s eyes were full of desperation, you could tell from the way he moved that he was pulling at his restraints again, watching Nick pull the orgasm from you, the orgasm that should have been his. Your eyes moved away from him, down to Nick, his eyes were closed, completely lost in your pleasure.

As your orgasm approached you found yourself drawn to watching Noah more. He was watching you too, taking in your every reaction to Nick's actions. Watching you fall apart under Nick's tongue almost seemed to have calmed him, he'd stopped writhing, more interested in watching you as your breaths seemed to quicken, chest rising and falling at an unnatural speed. You sunk one hand into Nick's hair, pushing your hips up into him, finding yourself unable to break eye contact with Noah. Nick slid two fingers into you, curling up to press against your sweet spot and that was all it took. Your eyes widened as it took over you and so did Noahs, his hips lifting off the chair with an embarrassed moan. You could tell from the look on his face, that he was riding that same high. His orgasm flowing through him at the same time, untouched, getting off on watching you fall apart.

You released your grip on Nick's hair as you slumped back against the bed, finally breaking eye contact with Noah.

“You liked looking at him baby?” You nodded, unable to formulate a response as you came down from your high.

“Yeah? I think Noah liked it too.” He rose up, turning to face Noah.

“That's right isn't it Noah? You had a good time?” You could hear Noah whine as he tried to respond, you wanted to watch but Nick's body was blocking your view. You managed to raise yourself back up onto your elbows, shuffling yourself back onto the bed as Nick started to pull Noah's jeans from his legs.

“Let's get you out of these clothes baby.” His hands made quick work of Noah's jeans and boxers, using his soiled underwear to clean Noah up as best he could. Fingers pulling your soaked underwear from Noah's mouth.

“Think you'll be okay to watch for a little longer?” Noah nodded, moving his jaw while he could to try and alleviate some of the ache.

“I wanna watch. But then I want her, like you-” Nick cut him off, balling your underwear back up into Noah's mouth.

“Can't have you spoiling all the surprises baby.” You raised a brow. Presumably this is what they'd agreed on when they'd been whispering. Nick looked almost smug as he turned back to face you, climbing onto the bed next to you, his own jeans now removed and thrown to the side with the rest of your clothes.

“Get on your hands and knees for me baby. Straight in front of Noah. Want you to keep your eyes on him.” You maneuvered yourself into position, head falling to rest on the edge of the bed as you caught your breath, still trying to settle yourself after that first orgasm. You could feel Nick moving behind you, you could hear the sounds of him removing the last remnants of his clothes, but you couldn't look, face buried deep in the bed sheets as you waited for his touch.

The touch started with one hand sliding through your hair, tugging your head up until you were at eye level with Noah. He looked even more desperate than before.

“Didn't I just tell you to keep your eyes on him? Don't start misbehaving for me now sweetheart, I can very easily untie Noah and swap your places.” You moaned, your brain beginning to paint a very nice picture in your mind. You pushed your hips back against Nick, another moan leaving you. You wanted him inside of you more than anything.

“I'll be good.” You nodded your head, pushing your hips back against him again. You felt the tip of Nick's cock brush against your opening and you moaned out. Noah was practically vibrating with desire, whimpering round the gag in his mouth as he watched Nick line himself up behind you. Nick held your head in place, forcing you to maintain eye contact with Noah as he slid into you, bottoming out in one long thrust. Your mouth fell open in awe at the stretch, a string of nonsensical moans passing your lips. Noah was squirming against his restraints still, whining against the gag in his mouth as he watched. He was painfully hard again, his cock still untouched and not being able to touch either of you was driving him crazy.

“She feels amazing, Noah. God, she's so fucking tight.” Nick wasted no time, his free hand gripping your hip, pulling you into him with every thrust so your hips met with a loud slap of skin on skin. He slid back and forth, slowly at first, watching his cock as it disappeared between your folds. Until finally, he tightened his hold on you and started to increase his speed until it was almost unmanageable, your arms wavering under the pressure to keep you upright with each thrust rocking your body forward.

“Fuck, Nick please-” He dropped his hand from your hip, reaching under you to press his fingers against your clit.

“Gonna cum for me again baby? Let Noah watch you fall apart on my cock?” He hummed under his breath as you clenched around him. He let his own eyes rest on Noah for the first time since he'd entered you, all the jealousy and anger he'd felt at the start of the evening was now long gone. If anything he wanted to thank Noah for being stupid enough to open his mouth in the first place. He made a silent promise to make sure they put Noah's pleasure first next time.

Next time. He was getting a bit ahead of himself.

Noah choked out a moan when he looked away from you to find Nick's gaze on him, you tried to turn your head to look but Nick held you in place. This moment was for him and Noah only.

“You've been such a good little audience for us haven't you Noah? Hmm.” Nick's pace seemed to increase tenfold, his voice wavering now as he spoke, his climax creeping up on him. You were clenching around him desperately, your own high approaching thick and fast.

“Shit. Noah…” You felt your stomach tighten as the man above you moaned the others’ name, your nails curling into the bedsheets with a whine. You tried to warn Nick of your impending orgasm, but you couldn't will yourself to open your mouth for anything other than a moan. Nick's gaze dropped back down to you, to his hand curled into your hair holding you in place.

“How pretty does she look like this, huh? Does she look pretty like this baby?” The words were enough to send you over the edge, clamping down around him as you came, loud moans of his name and Noah's leaving your lips as the pleasure took complete control of your body. Nick wasn't far behind you, spilling into you with one last deep thrust and a low groan.

His hand released the grip it had on your hair and your upper body finally collapsed into the sheets. Your arms had long since given up on you, his hand being the only thing that had kept you in place as he'd hammered into you. He slid out of you, hands caressing your hips as he rolled you onto your back, leaning in to claim your lips in a soft kiss.

“You can't be getting tired just yet sweetheart.” His words were soft and teasing, hands massaging your waist and lower back. The moment felt sweet, especially in comparison to your previous activities.

“Am not tired.”

“Yeah? Think you've got another one in you baby girl?” You nodded, though part of you was unsure, Nick had really taken a lot out of you. You sat yourself up and shuffled towards the end of the bed, reaching across till you could pull the underwear from Noah's mouth, throwing them to the side.

“You still-” You couldn't even get the sentence out before Noah started pleading, incoherent mumbles of ‘please’ and ‘need’ leaving his lips, words all jumbled up. The sentence may not have made sense but the words themselves served as confirmation enough of what he wanted. You stood from the bed and lifted one foot up to rest on the edge of the chair next to his leg. You did the same with the other, holding yourself in a squat position, your core dragging over the tip of Noah's cock.

You gave yourself a second to make sure you were stable and then you sunk down onto him completely. Your head flew back at the stretch, nails digging into his shoulders as he filled you. He let out a hiss, pulling at his restraints with a groan as you lifted yourself almost fully off his cock, sinking yourself slowly back down. Noah's head had tipped forwards resting in the crook of your neck as his lips and teeth scraped over your skin. Moans and whispers being lost against you, all the build up of watching and not being touched was almost too much for him. He just wanted to touch you.

Nick moved from where you'd left him on the bed, sliding one hand across your back as he passed you, kneeling down at the back of the chair. He loosened the belt around Noah's wrist, and Noah was pulling his hands free before the belt had even fully come undone. His hands grabbed at your waist, lifting you up with him from the chair with a growl, never detaching himself from you. He took a few wavering steps forwards and then lowered you to the bed, cock still resting inside you.

“Needed to touch you-” You grabbed at him, fingers bruising his shoulders as you pulled him closer to you, his lips meeting yours as he started to move his hips. Any uncertainty you held about your ability to orgasm for a third time was soon forgotten. Neither of you would last long like this. Especially with the way he seemed to pick up speed with every second that passed, hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust in.

“Perfect- God so fucking perfect.” Even with his lips against yours, Noah couldn't help his talking, everything he'd been dying to say flowing out of him now he finally had the chance. This time you weren't trying to zone him out.

“Fucking knew it- God. Nick was right.” His words were tumbling from his lips, mixed with moans and whispers of your name.

“You feel so fucking amazing.” And you came just like that, his lips hovering over yours, him speaking his every thought about how you felt around him. The auditory stimulation was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before and it brought you to the peak faster than you anticipated, already sensitive from the two Nick had gotten from you.

You clenched down on him as you came, nails digging into the flesh of his biceps as you felt yourself fall apart for the third time. All of the time spent tied up, had Noah on the edge from the very second he'd entered you, so it didn't take much for him to join you, spilling himself inside of you with a loud moan of your name, reconnecting your mouths as you both rode out the high together.

As you tried to come back to normality, you tapped Noah's side with one hand, silently asking him to move off you. At your touch, Noah rolled himself off to the side, shifting himself back, further onto the bed, his hand reaching for yours to lace your fingers together as you both tried to catch your breath. Nick had disappeared from the room at some point while you and Noah had been together, and you both shared a look, worried he might not be returning.

“Nick?” It was Noah that spoke, his voice wavering ever so slightly.

“I'm right here baby, just went to grab some supplies while you finished off.” His voice came from down the hall. You blushed at his wording, shifting on the bed till you felt a pillow under your head. Pulling Noah along with you, his arm wrapping around your waist. Nick reappeared in the doorway, holding a large glass of water, a towel tucked under his arm and a collection of leftover party snacks in his other hand.

“Don't get comfy just yet, need to clean up and drink some water first.” Nick came over to the bed, placing the water and snacks down on the bedside table, taking the towel between your legs to carefully clean you up.

When you were done, Nick fully satisfied that you and Noah had drunk enough of the water, the towel thrown off to the side to join the pile of clothes, you curled yourselves up, all together, Nick behind you, Noah in front, laid on his back, your head resting on his chest.

“Noah?”

“Yeah Nick?”

“Thank you.”

#hot damn and holy shit #definitely didn't need to take some time to do ahem. something else whilst reading this #Noah Sebastian #Nicholas Ruffilo #Bad Omens fic #I had guessed Noah would eat Nick's cum out of you and just want anyone who reads these tags to think about that #sometimes you just have to shut him up <3

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