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Liam knows better than to try to control the pace, he knows better than to ask for anything more than what he's getting. When Noel allows himself to do this, he knows the easiest thing for both of them is to just let it happen.
The problem with Noel is that he just cannot deal with giving up control. Not even to allow himself to have nice things. Liam knows it's not his own fault, and he knows it doesn't mean that Noel doesn't want him, and it doesn't mean that-- well, it doesn't mean anything other than what he already knows: Noel fucking loves to get fucked, and he fucking hates how vulnerable it makes him feel, so then it's a whole big fucking deal. Happens like twice a year, always after some sort of meltdown or massive row, and he tells Liam to shut the fuck up like four times before they even get naked. Even if (especially when, really) Liam hasn't said nish.
Liam has no fucking idea what triggered it this time. Probably something he did, really, but it's hard to remember when Noel is pulling his belt open, unzipping his jeans and muttering some incoherent ragey nonsense all the while. Liam kind of feels like laughing, how can it still be such a big deal ten years in? Liam doesn't have complexes like that. Getting fucked feels fucking great, don't it? No need to overthink it. Most of the time he gets to just lie back and come harder than when he has to do all the work with his dick-- fucking mega. He'll take it as many times as his brother feels like giving it. He also loves to be inside Noel, though, he knows how good it feels and he wants Noel to feel that too so he wouldn't mind doing the work half the time if he were just willing to let him, to be fair, like. But nah, Noel looks a gift horse in the mouth, Noel prefers one bird in the bush than two in the hand.
So yeah, he's just lying back and enjoying the view. His hands folded near his head 'no touching!' was one of the earliest instructions in this arrangement and so he complies. Noel just pulled up Liam's shirt and bunched it somewhere near the armpits and pinched a nipple viciously hard before getting to work on Liam's belt. Liam just lets him do, this one time he tried to complain about the roughness and he had to make up the weirdest fucking lie to explain to Patsy why he had what could only be described as claw marks all down his torso.
So Liam is bottomless, one sock on, bunched up tshirt half flashing his tits and Noel is furiously taking off his own clothes, carefully folding his own clobber while he just threw Liam's all over the floor. Takes off both socks even. Takes off that big ass chain that would inevitably get caught in his chest hair if he gets too enthusiastic. Liam's cock twitches, Noel is half-hard and rummaging in the bedside table, taking out the lube. Still fucking glaring as if Liam could even have the faintest idea of what he's meant to say or do when he's not allowed to touch, not allowed to speak, not allowed to move, and when the weird sock situation has his toes on the naked foot unexpectedly cold already. He wonders if taking off the other sock would result in a broken nose or just a black eye. He wonders if maybe he should suggest to Noel that they talk to someone about their uh, well, yeah, probably not a good idea, that. He resigns to let his toes freeze, then.
The first time this happened Liam had come within seconds, the aggressiveness of it all, the fact that he was getting what he'd been trying to convince Noel to do for well over a year, the venom with which Noel let him know that he had done it a whole bunch of times with a whole bunch of men but he just thought Liam would be rubbish at it and thus not worth his time... fuck. It had been one of the hottest things he had ever experienced. The fact that Noel had been furious and refused to let Liam get him off and just threw him out while Liam's come dripped down his thigh had Liam bursting out laughing every single time after the many (many) wanks he had over the memory.
But the second time it was scary. Noel had closed his hand around his throat and told him not to move, and at first, Liam had wanted to punch his lights out, yell at him (they had been in the middle of a vicious fight, after all) until he realized that Noel was doing. Something immediately told Liam that he was not allowed to come before Noel did this time. The fear sent an adrenaline rush shuddering up Liam's spine, and that was that. He didn't move, and when he finally felt his cock breaching Noel's entrance and Noel started to maneuver his hips to get the perfect angle, he just let him. But he was a fucking idiot, wasn't he? He had to comment on how hot it all was and how much he was enjoying it and how it was clear that Noel was very experienced at this and-- well, when Noel's fist flew to his face and left him with a split bloody lip while grunting a "quiet, cunt" that got distorted when Noel started coming untouched, Liam had no choice but to follow. He came so hard his left ball seized and went back into his body. Noel got him an ice pack and wasn't a dick about it, that's how terrifying it'd been. He was sore for two days. The second his balls felt better he went and gave Noel a blowjob, sore lip and all, he came pretty hard himself that time too.
So anyway, it's been a tricky road to this arrangement but it makes more sense the more it happens, right, and so that's why Liam just doesn't move an inch, doesn't make a sound, doesn't try anything unless he's explicitly allowed. He doesn't let himself react to the way Noel leans on one elbow, pouring lube in his open palm, closing the bottle, throwing it to the side, and then uses his other hand's fingers to scoop up some lube, spread it around his hole, and gradually, thoroughly, open himself up.
See, more than once he didn't quite take his time with that, he just smeared lube on Liam's cock and went to town. And Liam had been worried, told him to take it slow, told him he might hurt himself-- but Noel had laughed at him, told him his cock was not big enough to warrant preparation. One time he came immediately and another time he started crying but his cock still worked so Noel just continued riding him and, well, Noel must think that the 50/50 gamble must not be worth it and he must think that Liam is not smart enough to stop himself from kicking himself in the balls again, so he always prepares now.
It's pretty amazing that Noel manages to look furious while in such an awkward position, while he scissors and twists his fingers inside himself, while his hole clenches around the digits as he curls them just right. Liam has always sort of admired that about Noel. He's... steady. His face doesn't betray any emotion other than the one he wants to express and his feelings can stay the same for days and days until he decides to change them. Like, with this, he's going to be absolutely fuming at Liam and want him dead for exactly as long as it takes them to come, and then he'll pretend to be all tired and say they must sleep, and kick Liam out, and ruffle his hair, and the next morning he's going to be the nicest fucking brother anyone could ever have, right. He might give Liam a handjob, kissing him all the while, all slow and romantic in the loo. He might blow him and let him come in his mouth and all. He might ask him to come over that night and uh, well, make love to him. So yeah, if he has to bite his tongue and not bring up how hot it looks and if he never gets to push his own fingers inside Noel, if he never gets to have him underneath him all pliant and trembling around his cock... well, benefits outweigh the costs is what Liam means.
Once Noel can tell that Liam is growing impatient (or more exactly, once Liam can no longer pretend not to be as he has tried for several minutes already) he uses the leftover lube on Liam's cock and straddles him, effortlessly lowering himself inch by inch until Liam is fully inside him. Liam can't help but shudder, but he bites his lip to avoid letting out any forbidden expletives and then the gentle pace that Noel had been taking is gone in a blink, as he starts riding him hard and fast, rising himself up on his knees and slamming down, the sounds of his flesh as it slaps against Liam's thighs almost as obscene as the (still furious) groans and moans that Noel lets out and signal that yeah, now Liam is allowed to moan too.
Liam truly has no clue whether these sessions last long or not, he concentrates entirely on not coming despite how intense the spikes of pleasure can get, because he cannot leave Noel hanging. He sees his cock as it goes in and out of his brother, he sees Noel's snarling furrowed face and listens to the filthy, filthy sounds coming out of his mouth, he tightens his fists as he tries to avoid the temptation of reaching for Noel's cock, tries to tamper the urge to touch Noel's body in all the spots he knows drive him crazy. Hell, his own spots even-- he's got an itch near the elbow that is driving him insane and his nipple is all sore still (he likes far more tender contact there, right). He doesn't close his eyes though, he needs the memories for a good few months until Noel lets it happen again.
After a while of the very precise movements where Noel makes sure that Liam's cock brushes against his prostate every time, Liam can tell the time is approaching, the rhythm falters just a little, and then Noel, finally, reaches down and starts pulling on his own cock. Liam loves the view, how the thick shaft slides between Noel's thumb and forefinger and the light twitches that become more and more obvious.
Noel's sounds change too, becoming more high pitched and also, somehow, deeper, and then that's that-- Liam can see the come as it spurts out of Noel's slit and lands across his belly, reaches a nipple, a bit getting on his shirt, some of the last spurt landing on his pubes, and that tips him over. He would like to hold on to Noel's hips and ride out his orgasm like that, fuck him through the aftershocks and fill him up, say some gross romantic shit about giving him a baby and that, but all he does is gasp and let Noel milk him before he dismounts him and rolls over. Both of them looking up at the ceiling, letting their breathing get back to normal.
Liam can feel sleep pulling at him, and he's kind of worried he is probably not allowed to do that when Noel speaks up. "Just don't do it again," he says, and Liam has no fucking idea what he means. He doesn't know what kicked off the fight that ended in them fucking.
"Okay," is all he replies, though. Doesn't have to be a genius to know Noel's next statement will be 'long day tomorrow, best we get some kip', he looks around but there are no tissues nearby so he just rubs the come into his skin and pulls down his top while he waits for it.
He's out of Noel's room, fully dressed, itchy, sore, and figuring out the best route to his own room with the least witnesses possible within five minutes. He sleeps like a baby.
The next day, because obviously he didn't remember, he fucks up the words during recording again. Noel drags him by the hair into some storage room and the whole band leaves the premises.
He's not complaining.