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Noah and Quinn went all around the arcade and played whatever games they felt like. Generally, Quinn found himself outclassed as Noah won most of the skill based games with Quinn occasionally getting a victory by “distracting" Noah by teasing and groping him. Meanwhile, with more physical games like air hockey and basketball, Quinn dominated. Eventually, it was time for them to take their tickets to the prize corner.

“Alright, what do you want? We've got 15,000 tickets I'll get anything from this corner you want!" Noah said, gesturing towards the vast array of prizes, big and small.

“Hmm…. Uhh….. I'll take that laser pointer." Quinn pointed at a pocket sized laser pointer available for 5 tickets.

“Uhmm… that all?" Noah asked, awkwardly.

“Yeah, it looks pretty cool." Quinn says. So, Noah got Quinn the laser pointer and gave the rest of the tickets to a small child, most definitely making that kids entire week.

“Alright, I think I've had my fill of this place." Quinn expressed.

“Me too. Where to next?" Noah agreed.

“Well, there's this guy at my college who throws parties every week, he welcomes just about everybody. I usually go to get fucked up." Quinn said.

“Fucked up, like, with substances or in bed?" Noah asked.

“Both." Quinn replied.

“Oh…" Noah had never even seen any drugs in person before, let alone ever even considered taking any. All he knew about drugs is what he had been told in D.A.R.E back in the 5th grade. He had been terrified, thinking for a long time that he would combust into flames and die if he so much as touched an 8th of weed. “U-uhm…. I don't know if, uhh.. “

“It'll be fine, you don't have to, y'know, 'partake' in anything there. I don't do any of the *hard* stuff, just booze and pot. Getting drunk, high, and fucking are my usual activities." Quinn clarified.

“Are you… sure? I really don't know if I can handle a party…." Noah said.

“Just let loose and you'll have fun! Come out of your shell a little. I'll be there, I'll keep you safe." Quinn insisted.

“Well… uhm… If you… really want this, then…" Noah hesitantly conceded. Then, he felt Quinn's touch on his intimate parts, making his legs shake.

“I promise this'll be the last stop and then you'll get what you've been waiting for…. Ok?" Quinn said.

“Uh– Y-yeah! O-ok!" Noah said, Quinns 'motivation' seeming to be the final nail in the coffin.

“I have a license, but I don't really have a car of my own. My roommate lets me borrow hers, though. We gotta go back to my place to ask her first." Quinn explained, letting go of Noah's crotch.

“Oh, alright then… where's your dorm?" Noah asked.

“Oh, I don't live on campus. My college doesn't make us live there, so I have my own apartment. Not many other students have one, but I can afford it since I have a pretty…. Lucrative occupation. Sex work pay on top of onlyfans money is a lot more than you'd get working at Target." Quinn said, smiling. “Be it, I could still only afford a cheap place with a roommate to split rent with, given the economy." He added.

“Oh! Well, that's nice!" Noah said.

“My apartment is just a couple blocks away, we can walk there in no time." Quinn said, and Noah agreed to it.

On the way to Quinn's apartment, they got ice cream. Noah got strawberry while Quinn got chocolate chip.

“Y'know, one time, I had a client who wanted to lick ice cream off my body." Quinn suddenly mentioned which Noah found very jarring to be brought up in the middle of a nice, quiet moment.

“I– Fff– W-what??" Noah sputtered, taken off guard and almost choking on his ice cream.

“Yeah, I work for a lot of weirdos, get plenty of strange requests. Some people want me to spit on them, step on them, crush their balls, etc. I usually go along with whatever they're into as long as it's sanitary and not, y'know, gross. I've turned down certain kinks and had people try to insist and offer more money and then get pissy when I don't budge. Some people thought they owned me just because they paid for me and could do whatever they wanted with me…. Some people thought it was ok to hit me, bite me, burn me, or cut me during the act just because they were paying customers. When I started going to the gym and working out, I no longer had to let anybody treat me like that. Anybody tried something like that with me again, I'd break their face. It was a treat seeing these big beefy guys left speechless after getting easily manhandled by a tiny femboy who was a third of their size." Quinn ranted, seeming to forget about Noah for a moment as he simply stares off while speaking, not even taking a lick of his ice cream.

“Oh… wow, uhmm… I…" Noah tried to say something comforting and him speaking up seemed to snap Quinn out of it. Quinn looked embarrassed and quickly changed the subject.

“Well, uh, anyways! There was this one guy who just wanted to worship my paws. Easiest money ever, I just sat there on my phone for an hour while he sniffed and licked my paws with the biggest hard on sticking out of his pants. I asked him is he wanted me to do anything else, maybe take care of that erection for him, but he insisted my feet were all he needed. Some kinks, I really don't understand, but I try not to judge clients. Different strokes for different folks. Well…. There was this one guy I DID judge. Really clean, well groomed guy in a suit and tie, real upstanding citizen with a nice, respected job and a wife and kids. Y'know, it's always those guys who are into the freakiest, grossest shit behind closed doors. I don't even wanna say what he wanted me to do, just that I turned it down instantly without a second thought. We negotiated down to me just riding his cock. During the act he broke down crying about his wife and how guilty he felt doing this to her, and how much he loved her and she didn't deserve him… all while his dick was inside me. It was… awkward to say the least. Even more so when I asked him if he wanted to stop and he told me to keep going with tears still in his eyes. After the act, he started crying again and went back and forth between calling me a 'filthy siren', tempting him into adultery and saying how much he 'loved' and 'needed' me. He left and the next morning, he sent me a fruit basket with a note, giving me his number. I never called and haven't heard from him since. Needless to say, I judged the fuck out of him." Quinn ranted. There was a bit of a pause.

“That's…. Wow." Noah said.

“Yeah, I know. I get some married guys sometimes, and I fuck them because they're paying me, but can't help but be grossed out by them for cheating on their spouse. It's not my place to say anything about it, though. I just do my job and keep my feelings on the matter to myself. It's different, of course, if they actually have an open relationship with their spouse. I've had people ask if they could bring in their spouse for a threesome or sometimes they just had a cuckold fetish and wanted to watch. Those people were fine since both parties were aware and consenting to what was happening, so it wasn't really cheating. And still, even with the occasional rotten client, I still enjoy my job…. Honest!" Quinn promised. Noah wasn't entirely sure, but didn't prod.

Eventually, they reached Quinn's apartment and a flight of stairs up to the 2nd story before getting to Quinn's room door. Upon unlocking it and entering the space, Noah was met with a fairly modest housing, noticing quite a bit of pink decorum. There was a small living room and kitchen immediately visible upon entry and there sat a wolf woman on the couch, dressed in a black sweater, cropped right where her chest started, and jean shorts with a fishnet peaking out on her midriff from above the shorts and traveling down her legs. She turned her head to Quinn and Noah.

“Hey, Quinn. You brought home a new hookup?" She greeted.

“Hey, Alex! Nah, I'm on a date!" Quinn replied, gesturing to Noah, who sheepishly waved.

“Pff, never thought I'd see the day." Alex replied, giving a small smirk before her face dropped back into apathy.

“Well, anyways, I'm taking him with me to Ivan's party. Can I borrow your car?" Quinn asked and, sure enough, Alex wordlessly tossed him the keys. “Thanks!"

“Don't crash it and have it back before midnight." Alex said, simply.

“I'm gonna freshen up first, alright? C'mon." Quinn told Noah before leading him to his room. It was very uniquely decorated, lit up with blacklights and had a small open chest on one side filled with sex toys and BDSM equipment. Quinn's bed was pink with silk sheets and pink curtains around it that were drawn up but would obscure the view of the bed and anybody in there if they were drawn down. There was a closet that was separated with normal outfits for going out in public on one side, and…. “Work outfits" on the other side. Then, against the wall, there was a desk with a laptop. The rest of the room was simple decorations like lava lamps and posters for metal bands. Right outside of Quinn's room was a bathroom. Quinn sat Noah down on his bed.

“I'm gonna hop in the shower and freshen up, ok? You can come with me if you need a shower too?" Quinn asked, not even seductively. Normally, asking somebody to shower with you was suggestive and sexual, but Quinn appeared to be genuinely asking if Noah needed to wash up.

“Oh, I'm fine." Noah said.

“Alright then. Wait right here." Quinn said before walking into the bathroom, beginning to undress on the way there before Noah heard the shower begin running. While he waited in Quinn's room, he looked around at all the different stuff in the room and wondered if Quinn had any intentions on using the toys in the box on him. Eventually, about halfway through Quinns shower, Noah spotted Alex in the hallway as she stripped completely naked right there, not seeming to care that Noah was watching and grabbed a towel before walking into the bathroom. Noah debated with himself if he should take a look to see what was happening and decided that if Alex didn't have a problem undressing in front of him, she wouldn't mind him looking at her in the bathroom. Noah poked his head around the corner and peered into the bathroom to see Alex, nude, hanging her towel on the wall and walking into the shower with Quinn.

“Move over." Alex said as she pushed Quinn to the side of the shower and grabbed some soap before beginning to scrub herself. Noah couldn't look away and simply watched, speechless, for a bit before Quinn seemed to take notice of him.

“Hey, Noah. Did you change your mind?" Quinn asked, nonchalantly.

“Well, he'll have to wait. This shower's already cramped enough trying to maneuver around your fat ass." Alex said, making absolutely no attempt to cover herself, whatsoever.

“You wish your ass was like mine. You're a girl, how do I have a bigger, more feminine ass than you?" Quinn snapped back.

“Uhh– I'm alright, sorry-" Noah stuttered, sheepishly, excusing himself as he went back to Quinn's bedroom. After a few more minutes, Quinn left the shower, water still dripping from his naked body as he dried his head with a towel and, just like at the hotel, didn't bother putting a towel around his waist, opting to allow his genitals to hang out in the open as he went back into the room.

“Sorry about the wait, SOMEBODY used up all my conditioner!" Quinn called back towards the bathroom where Alex still was, showering. Quinn then went over to his closet and began to browse while Noah stared at his cushioned butt. Eventually, Quinn picked out an outfit and got dressed in front of Noah. It was the goth outfit that he had shown him back at the mall.

Soon, Alex came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her head and nothing covering her naked body.

“Oh shit, where'd you get those boots? Been looking for a pair just like those." Alex asked.

“New stock at the Plaza. Got them pretty cheap too." Quinn said. Alex nodded and began to walk away, Noah taking a quick glance at her butt which was smaller than Quinn's but still looked soft. Then, Quinn went into the bathroom and began to apply eye liner.

“Well, if that asshole used my conditioner, she probably won't mind me using her makeup. See how she likes it." Quinn muttered to himself before coming out of the bathroom. “You ready?" He asked. Noah nodded.

On the car ride to the party, Noah found himself asking something that he had been nervous to, back at Quinn's apartment.

“So, like, you and your roommate…. You guys seem…. Open with each other, to say the least. Have you two…." Noah started but Quinn answered the question before he finished it.

“Oh, no. We never fucked. I'm gay and she's lesbian. I only fuck women when they pay me. I usually just pretend they're a guy. The actual act of having sex with a woman is fine, I just don't find them attractive and feel nothing, emotionally, or sexually during it except for the actual physical sensation. I don't get turned on at all by seeing one naked. I'm not repulsed by it or anything, just disinterested. She feels the same way about guys. There's no physical attraction between us and we see each other naked everyday, neither of us care at all. I sleep naked and some mornings, I don't feel like getting dressed, so I just don't and she doesn't care. She does the same thing sometimes too. We also only have one bathroom, so we end up showering together often both to save time and to save water. It's just convenience." Quinn explained and Noah nodded, seeming to understand. “You might see us bicker slightly or poke fun at each other, but we're good friends." Quinn assured Noah.

“Well, that's nice. You have a lot of friends." Noah said, somewhat envying how easily Quinn seems to socialize, having all of these friends at the gym, at the mall, and at his apartment. Noah began to wonder what exactly it was that Quinn saw in him over everybody else he knew. Then again, he remembered what Quinn said back when they first met about nobody wanting to date a sex worker. Noah wondered if he was really the first person to not judge him for it and still want to be with him. Quinn had a much more liberal view on sex than Noah and a lot of others did, but he didn't mind it. If anything, he admired Quinn and his openness. While Noah had a hard time coming out of his shell, Quinn seemed to have no shell to speak of. Open about his body, no shame whatsoever about showing his naked form to the world, a confidence that Noah wished so desperately that he possessed. In his eyes, he felt that Quinn was so far out of his league. Quinn found him cute, but Noah didn't think of himself as particularly good looking. Quinn called him sweet but Noah didn't think of himself as that nice of a person. Did Quinn really only get attached to Noah simply because Noah was the first person to show him love? If that's the case, what happens when somebody richer, hotter, and overall better than Noah showed Quinn love? His mind anxiously raced with all of these questions until Quinn spoke.

“Hey, we're here. You ok? You've been kinda spacing out." Quinn said, concerned.

“Hm? Oh, I… uh… I-i'm ok." Noah said. The house they had pulled up to was enormous and had dancing lights flashing from the window with music audible from even outside. It was now that Noah began to have second thoughts. “Uhh… I… It looks really… overwhelming." Noah expressed.

“You'll be alright, I'll stay close by. Just let loose!" Quinn said. Noah nodded and took a deep breath. And with that, they went in.

Immediately, Noah had to cover his ears as all the chattering and blasting music was overwhelming. He looked out over a crowd of people drinking, talking, and playing games. Quinn took his hand and it was an immediate comfort as Quinn led him through the crowd and Noah tried his best to avoid bumping into or brushing up against anybody, as the forced physical contact was the worst thing about crowds to him. He couldn't stand being touched by so many strangers. Eventually, Quinn sat down on a couch with some other people and Quinn sat next to him. Noah scooted as close as possible to Quinn, who put and arm around him, to gain as much space as he could from others.

“Wassup, bitches?" Quinn greeted and began to speak with others while they passed a bong around. Somebody offered the bong to Noah and he awkwardly but politely refused. Noah found that he hated the smell of weed, finding it an unpleasant scent that assaulted his senses. Eventually, Quinn turned to Noah. “Hey, I'm gonna go get a drink real quick. Will you be ok?" He asked. Noah hesitated but nodded, not wanting to be a burden or impede on Quinn having a good time. But, he did ask 1 question.

“Don't you have to drive back?" Noah asked.

“Oh, as long as I just have 4 drinks or less, I'm alright to drive. Any more than that, and I ask somebody else to drive me. But since I have to drive you, I promise I'll limit myself. Ok?" Quinn reassured before getting up and leaving Noah temporarily alone with these strangers. Some of them tried to engage Noah, their attempts being well intentioned to try and make Noah comfortable, but it ended up making things worse as Noah couldn't find the words to answer any of their questions and asked him questions he wasn't comfortable answering and his mind raced with anxieties that he was making a fool of himself. Eventually, Quinn finally returned with a bottle full of booze. He offered some to Noah.

“Oh, uhh– I don't drink." Noah said.

“More for us, then." Quinn said, taking a swig and passing the bottle off to somebody else. Eventually, somebody mentioned going outside to shoot off some fireworks and Quinn turned to Noah.

“You wanna come with us?" He asked.

“Uhh…. Sure?" Noah replied and Quinn took him by the hand and led him to the backyard. The night went on with people setting off fireworks into the air and while Quinn managed to stay as Noahs anchor for a little while, he eventually ended up drifting away from Noah to hang out somewhere else. He assured Noah that everything would be fine and told him to find him if anything happened. And with that, Noah was alone and the crowd felt like it was closing in on him. He could ask Quinn to take him home at any time, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He didn't want to feel like he was in the way, he didn't want Quinn to feel like he had to adjust his life for him. Eventually, he wonder how much more he could take as the music became louder, the crowds got denser, and it began becoming difficult for Noah to breathe. Too loud, too many people, too many sensations. Eventually, Noah found himself trying to find an escape route, but bumped into somebody and had beer spilled all over him. The other person said something, it could have been an apology or it could have been telling Noah off, but it was white noise to Noah. He simply ran, trying to find somewhere he didn't feel like he was suffocating as he was overcome with tunnel vision. Eventually, he found a secluded corner outside on the side of the house and curled up, hyperventilating in a desperate attempt to catch his breath as he buried his face into his knees, shaking.

He didn't know he long he spent like this, but he eventually heard a familiar voice in the distance cutting through the crowd.

“Where the hell is he?? Has anybody seen Noah? He's a calico with glasses and a black hoodie." Noah heard Quinn asking around, searching for him until he eventually came around the corner and saw Noah. “Hey there! What're you doing down there??" Quinn asked, jovially but got a better look at Noah's distress as he sat there like a scared, animal. Immediately, Quinn's entire demeanor change as he gently approached. “Hey…. Are you ok? What's wrong, Honey?" He asked, quietly before sitting down next to Noah. Noah found himself unable to speak or even look up at Quinn, as words became caught in his throat. “Can I touch you?" Quinn asked and Noah managed to shakily nod. He felt Quinns touch stroke his back as Quinn scooted closer. “Hey, everything's ok. What happened, sweetie?" Quinn asked, gently. Noah couldn't hold back anymore and started crying.

“I-I wanna go home…" Noah shakily sobbed. He then felt Quinn wrap his arms around him and embrace him in a hug, calming his heart rate, not instantly, but gradually.

“Of course, sugar. We'll go right now. C'mon." Quinn gently helped Noah stand up and wiped Noah's tears away. Quinn kept his arms around Noah and helped him back to the car, avoiding the crowds. Once inside, Quinn began to drive. “Don't worry, I only had, like, 2 drinks. I'm so used to it that it does nothing to me anymore." Quinn reassured as they got on the road. Noah was still hugging himself and sniffling, tears still on his cheeks.

“I-i'm sorry… I'm so sorry…. I ruined everything…." Noah tearfully apologized.

“Hey, don't even say that, I'm the one who's sorry. I shouldn't have been so insistant on going, I didn't mean to make you feel pressured. I'm sorry that it was too much for you, I promise I'll never make go to anything even remotely like this again. I'll make it up to you…. I promise. Please forgive me…" Quinn said. Eventually, they pulled over somewhere in a secluded spot and Quinn simply hugged Noah. Noah buried his face into Quinn's chest and let it all out. Quinn just held him and let him cry until he was done. Once Noah had calmed down and was stable, they continued their drive.

“I'm sorry…. I got tears and snot all over your new dress…" Noah said.

“Don't you even worry about that. I understand if you want to go home, but would you be willing to come back to my place so I can make this up to you?" Quinn asked.

“How's that?" Noah asked.

“You'll see." Quinn said. “Alex is probably out right now, so she shouldn't disturb us." Quinn assured Noah. Eventually, they got to Quinns apartment.

“You don't need to do anything…. I was never upset at you…" Noah said.

“Even so, I still owe you something. Come in." Quinn led Noah inside and into his bedroom before gently laying him in the bed and drawing down the curtains, obscuring and hiding them from any outsiders who might look into the room. Then, Quinn leaned in and gave Noah a deep, passionate kiss as he carressed him. They spent about 10 minutes simply kissing and cuddling before Quinn began to slide Noah's coat off, followed by his shirt. Quinn then began undressing himself. “I know I've teasing you all day and you've been such a good, patient kitty. You deserve a reward…. This is what you've wanted all day, right? Well, now you can finally have it.~" Quinn said. Noah slid his hand up Quinn's skirt and stopped, shocked by what he found.

“W-wait… You're not wearing any–" Noah started.

“Nope. Haven't worn any underwear all day. It's all been swaying in the breeze this whole time.~" Quinn said before lightly biting Noah's lip and continuing to make out with him while Noah groped a handful of Quinn's butt. Eventually, Quinn was naked, all his clothes thrown off the bed, to the side. Then, Quinn worked off Noahs pants, leaving his underwear and revealed something that surprised him. “Hey, are those…" Quinn said, trailing off. Noah was wearing Quinn's black satin panties that he had given to him after their first encounter at the hotel. Noah blushed, profusely.

“T-they're really comfy…. I was thinking I might start wearing girls underwear from now on. Besides, it makes it feel like I always have a part of you with me…" Noah explained, flustered. Quinn smiled and gave Noah another kiss.

“They look so cute on you, baby.~" Quinn said before removing the panties and taking Noah's member into his hands, stroking it, getting it hard, before positioning himself to sit on it.

“A-already?" Noah asked, surprised by the lack of stroking and blowing to build up to the main act.

“You don't want my hands, I've been using them to tease you all day. I know THIS is what you've been waiting for, so let's not waste time on that other shit." Quinn said before inserting Noah into himself, landing on Noah's lap with his butt clapping upon impact. Then, Quinn began to slowly, sensually ride Noah, stroking Noah's chest and face. Noah melted where he laid, moaning in ecstasy. In his state of pure and utter bliss, Noah found his legs squirming under Quinn as he tightly gripped Quinns ass with one hand and gripped the sheets of the bed with the other. Quinn moaned as he praised and encouraged Noah. Eventually, however, Noah grabbed Quinn's wrist, getting his attention.

“I-I wanna try and take the lead…." Noah stammered through his grunts and curses. Quinn smirked and giggled.

“Be my guest, big boy…~" He said as he got off of Noah and got on all fours, presenting his butt, offering it up to Noah, for him to have free reign over.

“N-no… I wanna see your face. I want to look into your eyes…. I want your arms around me…" Noah said, catching Quinn off guard. After recomposing himself, Quinn nodded and laid on his back, spreading his legs to give Noah access as he got on top of Quinn, getting the both of them into the missionary position. He kissed Quinn and hugged him tightly as he entered him, making them both groan on pleasure. “S-should I start slow?" Noah asked.

“Whatever pace you want, baby…~" Quinn said.

“Well, I'm asking what pace YOU want…." Noah insisted. Quinn thought for a moment, clearly never having been asked what he wanted in bed before.

“Well…. So many people just hump me with reckless abandon, just trying to get their rocks off…. I guess nobody's ever…. Made love to me. Y'know, all slowly, gently, and lovingly like in the movies? I think…. I've always wanted that…" Quinn answered, blushing. He appeared to be embarrassed to ask for this, but Noah found it sweet.

“Of course…" Noah said before give Quinn as kiss and beginning to movie, slowly and passionately thrusting into Quinn, who wrapped his arms and legs around Noah. Noah controlled his instincts this time and kept a slow, steady pace instead of the rough, uneven one that he had humped with the first time he was with Quinn. Noah treated Quinn with affection and care, making deep eye contact as he gradually thrusted, making Noah blushed at the prolonged eye contact during the act, something he was evidently not used to. The pair made sweet, gentle love with the focus on their souls and their bond rather than on their bodies. Noah still wasn't very good at sex, but it didn't matter to Quinn. It wasn't about that. In fact, even as they fornicated, it wasn't about lust at all. They became one in body and soul in that moment they shared. This sex was worlds apart from what they had back at the hotel where they were simply trying to pleasure each other. Sure, it did feel good, physically, but that's not what either of their minds thought about in that moment. Noah's movements during the act were clumsy, but earnest and sincere. He put his full heart into what he was doing.

They continued to make love for an unknown amount of time as they had lost track, but eventually, Noah felt the heat in his loins return.

“Oh God… I'm gonna…" Noah started.

“Go ahead…" Quinn panted.

“Quinn, I…. I love you!" Noah said as his climax rapidly approached. Quinn hesitated for a moment, but allowed himself to say the words.

“I…. I love you too, Noah!" Quinn blurted out as Noah orgasmed and pumped his seed deep inside Quinns body. Then, he made sure to reach down and finish Quinn off with his hands before collapsing on top of Quinn. They exchanged no words as they laid in afterglow, embracing each other. Eventually, Quinn finally spoke.

“I… I've never experienced anything like that with somebody before. Y'know, a lot of people have a concern when they date a sex worker…. That because they have sex with so many people, it isn't special when they have intimacy with their partner…. But I think it's still special. Having sex with a stranger as a job and having sex with somebody that you're genuinely in love with is…. So much different. They're 2 completely different things. What we just did is something I've never done anything even remotely close to with a client before, and not something I'd ever WANT to do with a client. You're the only one I want to share that kind of intimacy with, nobody else. I guess you could use exclusive in that way, even if others might not think so." Quinn reflected and Noah snuggled up closer to him.

“So…. Are we, like, officially a thing now?" Noah asked.

“Yeah. I think we are." Quinn said, smiling, hugging Noah tighter until they fell asleep in each others arms, officially boyfriends.