Thirty-One Ramin #2
He caressed Noah’s length with his lips, increasing the pressure with each stroke.
He traced his tongue against the firm tube on the underside, felt the steel beneath the velvet.
Noah’s cock flexed and jumped in his mouth, so hard, so sudden he caught Ramin’s teeth.
But Noah just grunted and moaned again as Ramin corrected the problem.
Ramin drank in every sound Noah made. Savored every twitch of his cock. Relished the shifting of Noah’s balls as he cradled them in his free hand.
He vaguely saw Noah rolling up his sleeves before he brought a hand down to Ramin’s head, running his fingers through Ramin’s hair before gripping the back of his skull.
Somehow firm and gentle at the same time.
Noah was in total control, but Ramin knew, with absolute certainty, Noah would never hurt him.
He was safe. He was cherished.
He was wanted.
He was ready to be used, and God, did he want Noah to use him.
“So good,” Noah said with a sigh as he pumped into Ramin, taking over the pace, Ramin’s mouth wet and sloppy around him. “So good.”
Ramin hummed against Noah’s cock, and Noah shuddered at the vibrations. He added a twist to his stroke, tugged a bit on Noah’s balls, sucked harder, lashed his tongue more ferociously, until Noah’s hand in his hair gripped harder. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to bring Ramin up short.
He met Noah’s eyes as best he could without taking his mouth off his cock.
God. Noah was looking down at him, his pupils dilated, his cheeks flushed. He was breathing hard, mouth hanging open in a blissed-out half smile.
Ramin’s cock spasmed again. He was leaking so much, he worried it would stain his shorts.
“You okay?” Noah breathed.
“Mm-hmm,” he managed, keeping his lips around Noah’s head, flicking the underside with his tongue, which got another twitch of pleasure out of Noah.
“I guess the safe word isn’t much use with your mouth full,” Noah murmured. He chuckled to himself. “Um. Pinch me in the leg if you need to stop, okay?”
Ramin let out another “Mm-hmm.”
Noah sighed, but then shook himself.
“Good boy.” He cleared his throat. Grabbed Ramin’s head with both hands. Sharpened his voice. “Now then, let’s see if you can deep throat.”
Ramin could. In theory. Though he was about a decade out of practice.
It took a couple thrusts to get his alignment right. For muscle memory to come back to him. But God, he wanted this. He wanted all of Noah. Every inch.
He needed to be used.
He needed Noah to use him.
He sank deeper into his haunches to get a better angle. Inside-smiled to relax his throat. Released his grip on Noah’s cock and balls, clenched one hand into a fist to suppress his gag reflex, rested the other on Noah’s thigh to keep his balance. Controlled his breath.
He let Noah’s hands guide him, hold him, as he went down, down, down.
Finally his nose met Noah’s bush. His chin met Noah’s balls. His lips met Noah’s hot and shuddering skin.
“I was only j-j-j…” Noah stuttered. His legs shook; he steadied himself by holding on to Ramin’s head. “Only joking. I didn’t think… No one’s ever…”
Fuck yes. Ramin was going to ruin Noah for anyone else. Ever.
He swallowed against Noah’s cock, massaging it with his throat, and managed to get his tongue out to lick at Noah’s balls. He was pretty fucking proud of himself that he could still pull that move off. Especially with Noah, who was bigger than the last guy he’d done it on.
“How are you doing that?” Noah gasped.
Ramin didn’t answer, but he did let up to catch his breath and wipe his tears. His stamina was shot.
He hoped Noah would help him build it back up.
Ramin took a deep breath and caught what slobber he could in his palm, reaching for more toilet paper to wipe it off, sucking up what he could from Noah’s balls before it dripped into his shorts. He gave Noah’s dick another languid lick along its full length.
Then he went back down on him.
He wanted to feel Noah’s cock surge and spurt as he came. He wanted to hear the little noises Noah made.
He wanted everything.
Noah’s hands in Ramin’s hair grew slacker. His dick flexed erratically as Ramin brought him to the brink.
“Ramin,” he grunted. “I’m close.”
Ramin’s body was on fire. His nerves were buzzing. His ears were full. There was only him and Noah, only skin and tongue and lips and lust.
“Ahhhhh,” Noah hissed, and then he was coming, his dick swelling and pulsing against the confines of Ramin’s throat.
He ground his hips against Ramin’s face.
Ramin’s dick clenched in his pants, but he fought back his orgasm, focused on Noah, on swallowing the load he’d worked so hard for, on making Noah’s every moment the best he’d ever had.
When Noah was finished, he ran his fingers through Ramin’s hair again, gently this time, then slowly withdrew his length from Ramin’s mouth. It was wet and shiny and red. Ramin leaned in to clean it. He’d missed tasting Noah’s cum, but there was always next time.
Please let there be a next time.
Noah tucked himself back into his singlet, pulled up his shorts, and then reached down to help Ramin stand. Ramin’s left leg roared back to life in pins and needles. He stared at Noah, breathing hard, tears streaming down his face, nose running.
He felt like a total mess. A satisfied, glowing mess.
Before he could say anything, Noah pulled him into a bone-crushing hug. He couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, could only breathe and feel Noah’s breaths against him as he came down from the high of whatever the fuck had just happened.
“Thank you,” Noah whispered. And then he loosened his grip just enough to pull back, look Ramin in the face, and kiss him.
He kissed him long, and hard, and deep, forcing his tongue into Ramin’s mouth like he wanted to taste himself.
“You did great, baby,” he said softly. He kissed Ramin once on the tip of his nose and then stood back, looking at Ramin, waiting for him to say something.
But all that came out was “Holy fuck, Noah.”
Noah’s smile turned sheepish. “Was that okay?”
Ramin’s mouth hung open, even though his jaw ached. “Are you kidding? That was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Noah smiled, a small, gentle thing. “I’m glad. I wanted it to be good for you, too.”
“It was,” Ramin assured him.
“Good.” Noah unlocked the door, stepped out and surveyed the bathroom, then gestured for Ramin to follow. Ramin adjusted his dick to the right to try to hide his rampant erection. He tugged the hem of his tank top down to cover the growing precum stain.
They went to wash their hands, and Ramin stared at himself in the mirror. His lips were swollen, his neck was flushed, his face was wet. He cleaned himself off, dried his tears, blew his nose. Ran wet fingers through his hair to fix it. Tried to scrub the wet spot out of his shorts.
Next to him, Noah was washing his own hands. His sleeves were still rolled up, and something caught Ramin’s eye.
“What’s this?”
There was writing, in blue ballpoint ink, on the underside of Noah’s left forearm.
Safe word—Red light
Call him a good boy
Degrading but not mean
Ask if he can deep throat?
AFTERCARE!
Ramin gaped. “Did you make notes ?”
He didn’t know whether to laugh or pull Noah in for another kiss.
Noah’s ears were turning red as he met Ramin’s eyes in the mirror. “I’ve never done anything like this before. I had to do some research.”
“I want to know more about that,” Ramin muttered. The thought of Noah on his phone, looking up how to be a dom…
“But it was good?” Noah sounded like he needed reassurance. As if Ramin devouring his cock hadn’t been enough indication.
“It was…” Ramin went quiet as someone passed behind them, on their way to the urinals. He turned to smile at Noah for real.
“It was perfect.”