~Ian~

Masks help you veil who you really are.

Masks help you keep your secrets to yourself.

Masks help you hide your scars.

Masks help you shield yourself from the atrocities of the outside world.

Masks help you be someone who you wish you were, but aren't.

But why did he need a mask when beneath it were the most beautiful complexities of his simplicity?

~Noah~

I hissed as I sat down on the chair in the kitchen. Mr. Asshole somehow wanted to go so rough on me that my ass hurt like crazy since our session in the evening.

I blushed and then groaned, rubbing my hands on my face and trying to keep myself from smiling. Why was he so attractive?

I suddenly grinned realising that my plan had worked.

I had finally accomplished in treating him like he treated me.

I knew the mask payed off when he stared at my face throughout the time he was inside me.
I knew I did it just right when I saw his face turn a little shocked and red when I payed no heed to him after the shower.
I knew I won when he spoke one whole sentence instead of just a 'goodbye' when he left.

I chuckled. I'm sure I left his head puzzled.

But honestly, it was very hard. With his irresistible self which just makes me want to melt in front of him and his piercing eyes which seem to look through me instead of at me, ignoring him wasn't an easy job.

Oh well, I was learning.

That night when I texted him, he seemed pretty normal. He behaved like nothing changed between us, like we were just bed buddies pleasuring each other and no one had been a moron to the other.

I played along, despite being well aware that what I was acting like, wasn't me at all.

We continued having our 'meets' every other day. He continued being the way he was, speaking a sentence or two whenever necessary and I continued pretending to be like him.
It was tiring me, slowly and painfully.

I thought about putting a stop to this- to our meets, but I didn't have it in me to ask him to walk out of my life.
More often than not, he was the reason I was smiling and blushing nowadays.

When he came for the seventh meeting, which was scheduled the next week, he was wearing a suit.

My knees went jelly right at the door.

"C-come in." I managed to utter, and just couldn't help blushing.
He nodded back and stepped in.

He looked so...hot. Like so hot that my cheeks were on fire.

I almost tripped myself on the stairs because of being too conscious of his handsome self right at my heels. He didn't even try to catch me! The asshole.

When we entered my room and I had to start stripping, I couldn't help but wonder why he was dressed this way.
Had he come from a wedding? Funeral? Was he going somewhere after this? Or the most curious one- were we playing roles in real too?

"What?" He asked suddenly, startling me.

I blinked and then realised that I had been staring right at his face while having mind conversations with myself.

I blushed again and shook my head.

"Sorry," I muttered and continued to strip myself, stealing glances at him while he took his clothings off too.

I sighed in relief. If he were to have sex with me in that suit, I was going to die in embarrassment. I had never done role-playing in real life. Infact, he was the one with whom I began role-playing over texts too.

I felt his breath on my neck and jumped.

I was so lost in thought that I hadn't realised when he walked over and bent down, and now he was going to gorge on my neck.

I gasped when his lips touched my soft spot and moaned too loud to be good when he worked on giving me a hickey, cupping my ass and giving it a squeeze. I had started to love being tightly wrapped up in his arms and have him put his hands all over me.

I was still in my boxers, couldn't he have waited? I smacked myself mentally for being too desperate for him to touch my bare butt.

I gasped and held onto his shoulders for support when he suddenly lifted me up by the ass and literally threw me on bed. The look he was giving me was that of a tiger about to pounce on his prey. It was so sexy.

But instead of jumping me, he sat at the bottom of my bed and began to suck each of my toes. His lips wrapped around the digits, teasing me and turning me on as I imagined them engulfing my cock in a similar way.

Unable to resist holding it in any longer, I clutched the bedsheets and moaned aloud. He looked up, right into my eyes and held his gaze. His eyes were the most lustful I'd seen till then and they caused me to look away and blush.

He crawled up, placing kisses up my legs and then stopped at my groin.

He held my waist and kissed my erection through the cloth of my boxers.

I blushed and felt special when he did that. He had always touched me with his hands when he wanted to stroke me when we cum together but he had never used his mouth.

But this time, he kissed it.
It meant something to me.

Maybe he was attracted to me too, instead of seeing me just as a bed buddy?

I suddenly felt his lips at my nipples and a loud moan escaped my lips, disrupting my thought process and embarrassing me to no extent.
I looked at him and saw him slightly smirking while he sucked.

He had smirked. And it was the first time ever.

I bit my lip to prevent myself from smiling like crazy, but couldn't help letting it curve slightly, my eyes still on his face.

He looked up at me and went poker again when he saw me smiling.

My face fell.

Did he hate my smile? Did he not like to see me happy? Was he that much of a sadist? Or why couldn't he just be normal for sometime? What was so hard about letting your feelings out? Why was he so stubborn?

Before I could get turned off, he pulled my boxers down and took me in his hand while he kept kissing and biting my nipples.

I caught his hair in one hand and his firm ass by the other as he stroked our erections together.

When I was a complete moaning mess and not too far from my climax, he flipped us over so that now he was lying under me.

I rode him.

I was nervous as hell because I had never done it before, but it all vanished when I heard him moan like crazy making my confidence increase manifolds.

This time, I had the advantage of watching his face contort with pleasure, watching him biting his lips in order to not make a sound but finally giving in and moaning so loud that I almost lost it.

I liked how he let loose just this once, let me know what he liked, let me see how stunning he looked naturally.

After we both reached our climax and released (me on his chest embarrassingly), I couldn't help but fall down on him.

I felt his heart thumping loudly against his chest, much like my own and it gave me an odd feeling of satisfaction. It felt so good to lay on his chest like that.

I pulled my head up to look at his calm and relaxed face. He had his eyes closed and he looked beautiful.

I almost kissed him, the pull was so strong!
I backed away and stood up, causing him to flutter his eyes open.

I pulled at the drawer on the bedside table, avoiding his eyes and withdrew a towel.

"Here," I said, giving it to him.

He took it without a word and began wiping my cum off his body while I went to the bathroom to have a quick shower.

I was smiling throughout as I washed myself and then almost ran out after I finished, wrapping the towel around my waist on the way.

When I entered my room, he had just zipped his trousers. He collected his blazer from the chair in the corner and shoved past me out the door.

I stood there gaping in shock, and feeling a deep ache in what was left of my heart.

A/N: Longest POV of Noah yet!

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