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to him. Tobias deepened the kiss slowly, keeping it gentle and smooth. He stroked his tongue along Noah's, tasted him and teased him, and then withdrew, nibbling on his lower lip before he drew away.
    "Another boundary moved?" he asked, amused and pleased by Noah's acceptance of the kiss.
    "Obliterated, I think, sir." Noah grinned, eyes still closed.
    He licked his lips. "You taste good."
    Absurdly pleased, Tobias said, "Thank you." Then he started to laugh, unable to stop it. He was more relaxed than he'd been in weeks, more at ease in his own skin. He hadn't known how badly he'd needed this particular release, these conversations. "Thank you," he said again, for an entirely different reason.
    "It is my delight and my honor to please you, sir," Noah answered, a genuine smile on his lips as well.
    "You did, boy," Tobias assured him. "You really did."
    Tobias finally gave into the urge to stretch and sighed, utterly content. He could get used to this again, this feeling of pride in a sub learning about himself. He could get used to guiding.
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    Before he could talk himself out of it, he stood and went to the bed, to his jacket. In the inside pocket he found a pen, and on the desk some paper. He had to think a moment before he remembered the number but it came to him, and he neatly printed his first name above it.
    "This is a pager number," he said, turning to show it to Noah. "Only one other person has this. If you decide you'd like to play again, explore your boundaries with me, call. I may not be able to call back immediately, so make sure you have time to wait, up to an hour. If I don't call back, it's because of something unavoidable having to do with my work. Also, don't call this weekend-I'll be away. Leave only a phone number, and the usual code if it's needed-911 for an emergency, 411 if you need to know something. And, of course, it's your choice to call at all. Do you understand?"
    Noah nodded, though the look on his face was difficult to read, especially with his eyes once again on the floor. "I understand, sir. Thank you, sir, it's a high compliment and it does not go unappreciated."
    "It's not entirely selfless, boy. You're damn good at what you do, and..." Tobias paused, "Well. You have the number.
    I'll trust that it stays with you or vanishes." He walked over to where Noah knelt and touched his shoulder gently. "Come.
    Lie on the bed and I'll tend to your back. You can sleep here if you wish."
    "Thank you, sir." Noah stood and made his way to the bed, stretching out comfortably on his stomach and pillowing his head on his arms.
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    Tobias examined Noah's skin carefully, making sure he wasn't overly abraded or raw anywhere, that the skin had not broken. Satisfied that he was merely well-warmed and tender, Tobias wet a face cloth in the bathroom with cool water and laid it gently over Noah's back to take the sting out. Methodically, he made sure that Noah was as comfortable as he could be, and then he got one of the fresh water bottles to leave by the bedside.
    "Goodnight, Noah," he said quietly, not sure if the man was awake or asleep.
    "Thank you, sir, goodnight," Noah mumbled, eyes closed, evidently already sinking into sleep.
    Tobias picked up his tie and jacket and let himself out of the room, making sure to leave the key. If Noah didn't need it, the cleaning staff would get it in the morning. Quickly, he headed down the stairs and right into the bar, still unrolling his shirt sleeves. He really needed a drink.
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    Deviations: Submission
    by Jodi Payne, Chris Owen
    Chapter 4
    Bradford was dressed in a stylish suit and leaning on the bar, talking with yet another waiter that Tobias didn't recognize, but when he spotted Tobias coming Bradford smiled and made his way over.
    "Tobias! Let me get you a drink," he said, ushering Tobias to a table where he could sit more comfortably than at the bar. Without