Hazy thoughts asked if perhaps this was only beginning. Perhaps Dima would take it a step further. Would he hear Noah cry out? Would he toy with his body on the brink of pleasure even more? But apparently not. Seeing that grin on his lips, it was a helpless sort of feeling knowing there was little he could do to wipe that look from his face, or erase the satisfaction from his eyes. There was more hunger there, Noah thought, but it seemed Dmitri had enough restraint to eat his meals slowly when he so desired.<br/><br/>He felt like shivering beneath that icy gaze, more so when he watched Dmitri’s lips form around his finger to taste the reward of his efforts. He had to look away, a little annoyed that not only was he completely vulnerable right now, but that sight… the look on the other’s face… it sort of turned him on. He had to coldly remind himself he was nothing but a toy to the other. This wasn’t about his own pleasures, and if he gave in, it’d probably be the end of him. With the pat solidifying the idea that he was nothing but a pet, Noah glowered a little at the other until he was gone.<br/><br/>Cleaned himself up… like hell he’d go walking around with this all over his stomach. He muttered unpleasant words of bitterness and went to the bathroom to wash away every drop of evidence. Even then, he still didn’t feel clean. As a matter of a fact, no amount of soap, scrubbing, or hot water could wipe away the feel of Dmitri’s hands or mouth. Nothing could wipe the feeling of the other’s weight pressing into the bed beside him, or the cold stare of his eyes. “Damn it.”<br/><br/>Skin scrubbed to the point of redness and fingers wrinkled like prunes, Noah gave up when the shower finally ran cold. He found some clean clothes and pulled them on, all the while wondering what he was supposed to do all day if he was meant to stay here. It wasn’t like Dmitri was inclined to spend every waking moment toying with him, right? And with no job, no freedom to go out, and no real idea of what to do with himself, Noah had a feeling he was going to go stir crazy in a very short time.<br/><br/>His hair was damp when he headed out of his room and toward the kitchen. It was really the only place he knew how to get to here. He wasn’t especially hungry -his stomach was tied up in knots- but perhaps a bit of perky attitude and good food would lift his spirits.