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i try but i get overwhelmed

[ Loading money into offshore accounts may not be strictly illegal, but embezzling money from various investors and selling user information certainly is. Noiz wrapped all that information up into a presentation with sources and citations, eye-searingly bright green text, and dropped it off in a drive at the IT office. They'll understand it best.

They'll also have access to the tech itself. Noiz leaves an address he can be contacted at, as long as the message comes through sanitized and untainted, and waits until he gets a text. ]

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[ He takes a moment to settle the tab, then heads out, fully expecting the hacker to go a different way. Disappear into the shadows like a skinny Batman, maybe, only to pop up in a couple days through text message, except he doesn't. He follows him like a more intimidating puppy, and halfway to the street Scott stops to give him a puzzled look. ]

What, walking me home like a gentleman? Cute. Creepy, but cute.

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[ So he wasn't obvious enough? Noiz stops, too, though a few steps ahead of Scott with his hands in his pockets. ]

You didn't seem like you wanted me to show up at your office on Monday, so... [ He raises his shoulders slightly. ] You want to fuck or not?

They way you're looking says you do.

[ Oh that's just low. He huffs, indignant, but he also doesn't argue it. Maybe it's how forward the kid is about it, like the ending is already determined and he's just waiting for Scott to catch up, maybe it's the drinks, but he rubs a hand over the back of his head and sighs again. ]

It's a bad idea. I just want to say that first, even if it's not gonna make a difference. You're like, what. Barely out of high school, if that? It's so messed up. But fuck. Yeah.

[ With the agreement, Noiz grins, even though it doesn't reach his eyes. For him it feels like he's won, even if it's just arranging a night with this guy he's already blackmailing about his job.

But he's not going to dwell on his possibly low standards or his own issues, thanks. ]

Don't tell me you were a virgin until you went to college.

[ And then he knocks his shoulder into Scott's, biting his lower lip where he can see as he keeps walking. He knows where Scott lives already, after all. ]

No, I managed to get tail before I graduated, thanks. I just... It wasn't with somebody old enough to be my English teacher, that's all.

[ He stumbles back with the nudge, not because it's actually weighty, he's just not expecting the contact. But he curses at himself under his breath at the bite and starts moving.

Fortunately they don't have far to go to get to his apartment. ]

You want me to call you Mr. Wilde? English teacher's pretty specific for a role.

[ So, maybe some long-buried kink? Noiz at least waits for Scott to let him into his apartment. Once they're in the door, he kicks it shut behind himself and slides into into Scott's personal space, crowding him against a wall. ]

Nope. No, you do not need to do that. First thing in my head, you don't need to read into it.

[ Probably true.

Anyway, once they're inside Noiz pretty effectively halts any further rambling. His back hits the wall, and there's a dim mental reminder that he should really make sure the door's locked, but it's only dim and doesn't last long. He's always been a sucker for the take-charge types, for the aggression that comes with it, so he doesn't even try to protest, only relaxes into it and leans in to kiss him. ]

[ He's totally reading into it.

But Noiz lets the kiss interrupt those thoughts, bracing his hands on the wall on either side of Scott's head. Body lined up against Scott's, he presses harder, beginning to explore with his hands as well to grab the front of his shirt. ]

You dressed up for me.

[ He murmurs against his mouth. ]

[ Scott shifts into the press of body against him, hums in approval and reaches in turn, fingers gripping at his shirt at his shoulders. ]

Maybe a little. Not that much.

[ Now that's a lie. Outside of work he prefers t-shirts, worn jeans, and whatever sneakers don't have holes in them. Currently, he's in a button down, the nicest jeans he owns, and sneakers that actually look reasonably new; he's not dressed for work, maybe, but it's definitely a step up from normal. ]

[ Noiz has read Scott's credit card statements, so he's pretty sure he's lying about what clothes he usually wears. He lets him have the benefit of the doubt, though, and gives him a quick firm kiss before speaking again as his hands wander up Scott's sides. ]

I like how you dress at work too. 's hot.

[ But suits and formality are most fun when he can take them apart. Right now Noiz is enjoying what he has, and his hands slip down after flicking a nail over one of his nipples. ]

You want me to suck you off?

[ He tilts his head to whisper into his ear. Following it with a swipe of his tongue at the side of his neck, Noiz makes sure Scott can feel the press of his tongue piercing as he tugs meaningfully on his waistband. ]

Yeah? I'll remember that.

[ He steals another kiss, nips at his lip while avoiding the piercings and traces fingertips along the back of his neck. The drag of hands, then the flick of a nail, has him arching hips against him, fingers tightening against skin and fabric as a noise equal parts encouraging and wanting lodges in his throat.

The whispered question sends a surge of heat down south, and another shift against him. He arches under the swipe of tongue, head moving to the side to give him better access, and his answer is pretty much inevitable at this point. ]

Fuck. God, this is so hot. You're so hot. Shit. Yeah. Yes.

[ Noiz smiles against Scott's skin, but he doesn't go down on him just yet. Instead he scrapes his teeth against his neck, then over his collarbone, sucking to leave a mark.

Hearing someone this hot for him gets Noiz going more than a lot of physical stimulation. He's starting to get hard when he does finally yank Scott's fly down and position himself on his knees in the entryway. ]

[ The feel of teeth on his skin sends a shiver down his spine and a surge of heat low in his belly, stirring his cock in anticipation, only exacerbated by the mark left behind. It's nothing anyone will see, easy enough to cover up, but it's a claim all the same, even if it never goes past whatever this is. That's okay, he'll take it, the rest of this is screwed up so why not this too?

He sucks in a breath when Noiz drops to his knees, watching his actions with rapt attention, not about to try to push him considering how precarious this all feels. ]

[ Noiz pulls down his underwear by the waistband. He doesn't see the point in fanfare right now, nor anymore teasing. Instead he grips Scott's dick and strokes it roughly, holding it and beginning to lap at the tip, grinning at the attention.. ]

C'mon. Tell me how you like it.

[ Honestly the rough treatment only turns him on more, and it doesn't take long to get hard under the attention, rough strokes and a touch of tongue and Noiz grinning up at him like the cat that got the canary. A groan escapes him under the treatment, but he keeps still enough for now. ]

Rough. I like it rough, I want to be able to remember it later.

[ A promising start. Noiz rewards him by surrounding his cock with his mouth and sucking, squeezing Scott's hips hard. He pulls his pants further down, nails scratching the whole way, to his thighs. ]

Want me to fuck you so you feel it tomorrow, too?

You haven't even asked where else I'm pierced yet. [ And with that Noiz is mouthing over his cock again, taking his time with his tongue piercing. ]

[ He sucks in a breath as Noiz takes him in, breath stuttering at the pressure of fingers and nails digging into skin coupled with the wet heat and pressure of the mouth engulfing him. Hips arch in answer as fingers scrabble at the wall behind him, trying to find something to get purchase on, and the question sends another tendril of heat south, makes his cock ache. He can't help the answering squirm, or the wanting sound that slips free in response to the question coupled with the sensation of the piercing against sensitive skin. ]

Fuck. Yeah, I want to still feel you at my desk tomorrow. Where...?

[ Noiz' tongue finds a particularly sensitive spot, the right combination at the right time in the right spot, and Scott moans and arches into it, momentarily forgetting the question on his tongue. ]

There. Fuck, right there, that's... Shit. Where else are you pierced?

[ Noiz doesn't take him any deeper, as tempting as the thought is. Scott's already sensitive and he wants to take advantage of it. ]

Get me undressed and you can see for yourself.

[ He breaks away, looking very pleased with himself as he stands up. ]

[ Noiz retreats, and the loss has him squirming in protest, a more verbal protest accompanying it, but that only means he doesn't need much encouragement. With Noiz having regained his feet, Scott moves to remove the layers in the way with a distinct lack of care or finesse, tugging impatiently to divest him of shirt and pants and everything else, tracing along newly exposed skin. ]

[ Noiz is wearing less layers than usual, but there's still two shirts to be removed and socks with rabbits that he toes off himself. When he's bared to Scott he stands without any self-consciousness. He's confident that he can look like what most people want—and the piercings along the underside of his cock tend to be considered a bonus. ]

So? [ He touches himself, leisurely and sure as he tips Scott's face down for a kiss with his other hand. ] I'll let you have a taste if you ask nicely.

[ Scott takes in the sight of him greedily, biting his lip as he surveys, his own hand drifting south to try to relieve some of the pressure, not that it helps that much. He could probably get off just watching and imagining, but the offer he gets is a thousand times better, and when Noiz kisses him he returns it with a nip of teeth and a swipe of tongue, reaching for the back of his neck, leaning into him before answering. ]

Fuck, that's hot. Yeah, I want a taste. I want your cock. Please.

[ Huffing softly at the teeth, dry and amused, Noiz pushes up on his toes a bit. He can just feel the movement of fingers over the piercings on the back of his neck. ]

Let's do it on your bed.

[ Once they're in tackling range of it, Noiz more or less jumps Scott onto the mattress and gets into position to 69. He's quick to grab Scott's cock again and lick it sloppily, humming low in his throat. ]

[ He nods eagerly at the suggestion, happy to cross the distance, but the sudden tackle surprises a distinctly undignified squeak out of him, even if he's not especially upset about it. The new treatment gains him a hum of approval even as he returns the favor, teasing at the tip first with a lick and following with a longer one along the underside, tracing across the piercings while working over the rest of the length with his fingers. Noiz' hum reverberates down his own cock, has hips twitching under the attention, stuttering his own efforts temporarily before he redoubles his efforts in his eagerness, free hand digging fingers into his hip to keep him in easy reach. ]

[ The fingers are good, and Noiz rewards them by sucking harder on Scott's cock and shamelessly making more noise as he pushes himself down. He laps around the base a few times before pulling up. ]

Gimme your lube. And you can use your teeth a little.

[ The sounds, and the increased pressure and depth around him, only make it harder to keep still, cock starting to leak precum under the treatment, but he keeps it to appreciative moans and the minimum of squirming, funnels his appreciation into answering with a light scrape of teeth along the piercings as he takes him in deeper, sucking and licking before retreating long enough to retrieve the tube of lube from the nightstand and passing it over obligingly.]

Shit, that's good.

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