Thirty-Four Ramin #2
Ramin knew Noah was strong, but he wasn’t prepared for just how fast he was. Ramin barely had time to laugh before Noah had him pinned to the bed, wrists held above his head, hips tucked under Noah’s. He felt the hot, hard weight of Noah’s erection bearing down on his own hardening dick.
“I’m pretty sure you said I could see this new tattoo of yours,” Noah said, and before Ramin could even brace himself, Noah had peeled Ramin’s tank top off and over his head.
Ramin reminded himself to breathe. To let Noah look at him. To not reach up and cover himself.
He was desired.
Noah’s eyes were dark chips as he took in Ramin’s chest. Ramin knew it was doughy, a little pale, though maybe a bit tanned in places from today. In the center of his chest, his faravahar lay, red and tender and still peeling a bit.
He knew it couldn’t distract from the silver-pink stretch marks on his sides, though. Or the pooch around his belly button.
He desperately wanted Noah to say something. Anything.
Instead, Noah leaned down and kissed Ramin right over his heart, his lips ghosting the faravahar’s wing. And then his mouth trailed down, down, toward Ramin’s navel, then along to his sides, kissing every bit of skin.
“I can’t believe I get to do this to you,” Noah murmured. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to?”
Ramin couldn’t believe it, either. Noah’s mouth was electric, his lips setting off fireworks in every one of Ramin’s cells. Ramin felt like a bowstring about to snap. He felt like one of those plasma balls they’d played with in middle school science, the ones that made your hair stand on end.
He felt alive in a way he never had before.
Noah lifted up a bit and grumbled as he tugged on Ramin’s shorts. “These are in the way.”
Ramin wiggled his butt so Noah could pull them off, revealing his rainbow-colored trunks beneath, trapping his hard dick to the left.
He wondered if Noah could see the precum stains from the train station.
He flexed his dick, and Noah hummed in satisfaction. He couldn’t move if he wanted to. Noah’s gaze had him pinned, like a butterfly to a board. He had no fight left in him. No voice in the back of his head. No fear.
Just Noah, Noah, Noah.
“You don’t have to go any farther if you don’t want to,” Ramin said when Noah didn’t move. He didn’t want Noah to feel pressured.
“I want to.” Noah was staring down at him, with a look Ramin had never seen before. Ramin couldn’t help his cock flexing again. Noah’s mouth curled into a smile. “I want to more than anything.”
Before Ramin could react, Noah lunged back in, planting his lips on Ramin’s inner thighs. Kissing, sucking, tugging on the hairs. Ramin nearly arched off the bed as Noah’s face grazed his aching cock.
He heard Noah take a deep breath and murmur against Ramin’s skin. “I like the way you smell.”
“Even when I’m sweaty?”
Noah lifted his face to meet Ramin’s eyes. “Especially when you’re sweaty.”
Ramin liked the smell of Noah all sweaty, too. His nostrils flared. If he could move, he would’ve buried his face in the valley of Noah’s chest, licked every drop of sweat from between the swell of his pecs.
As it was, Ramin could only feast with his eyes, savor the musk, relish the tingles Noah was raising along every patch of skin he touched.
And then, oh God, then Noah planted his mouth on Ramin’s underwear.
His lips traced the shape of Ramin’s erection.
Ramin didn’t think he could get any harder, but he was wrong.
If he’d been steel before, he was diamond-hard now, still trapped up and to the left.
Then Noah’s mouth found his head, hidden beneath the sticky fabric, and the shock traveled straight up Ramin’s spine.
“Noah,” Ramin gasped as Noah breathed on him, bit lightly, sucked on him through the cotton, wet and warm and wild.
Noah jerked up, an untamed, hungry light in his eyes. “Can I take these off?”
“Yeah.”
He did, the pads of his fingers grazing Ramin’s sides, ghosting along Ramin’s hips. Ramin’s cock bent down with the motion, then sprang free.
He held his breath. He wasn’t anywhere near Noah’s size.
What if Noah didn’t like it?
What if Ramin wasn’t what he wanted?
“Oh my,” Noah purred. “You’re perfect.”
Ramin’s whole body flushed, his skin so hot he was surprised he didn’t set the duvet on fire.
Noah’s hand came up and gently, oh so gently, cradled Ramin’s balls. Ramin kept them smooth—his hair was annoyingly coarse—and Noah’s short fingernails sent a ripple of pleasure across the taut skin. Ramin’s taint pulsed with anticipation. He shivered.
Noah noticed, because he did it again, holding his breath as he played Ramin like a violin. “I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you.”
His hand finally wrapped around Ramin’s leaking cock, thumbing at the head to spread the precum around. His calloused fingers curled around Ramin’s length, and Ramin’s dick flexed again, because holy shit , Noah was touching him.
Noah squeezed tighter, smiling as Ramin gasped, looking down at him like he was the only star in a dark sky. Ramin couldn’t take it. His cock spasmed, hard, and he clenched his Kegel muscles as hard as he could before he came.
“Red light,” he gasped, and Noah let go right away.
“What?” he asked. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“Felt too good,” Ramin grunted. “Give me a second.”
He breathed deep once, twice. Thrice. Tried to calm down.
Except it was nearly impossible with Noah right there. Looking at Ramin like he was ready to devour him. Like he was counting down the seconds until he could touch Ramin again.
Ramin spasmed again and nearly tipped over the edge.
“That’s hot,” Noah whispered.
Ramin shook his head, gritted his teeth and fought back the orgasm. He wouldn’t be so on edge if he’d gotten off while he was blowing Noah. Or at least ducked into a bathroom to jerk off at some point. Instead he’d been left with his horniness building all day. He couldn’t take it much longer.
He took a long, shuddering breath and forced his dick to relax.
“Okay. Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Noah said. “Can I do more?”
“More?”
In answer, Noah smirked at Ramin. Then he dove right down and took Ramin into his mouth.
Oh, fuck.
Noah was giving him a blowjob.
Noah Bartlett was giving him a fucking blowjob.
Noah’s mouth was warm and slick. The pressure was…
well, a little wrong. And the suction was nearly nonexistent.
And Ramin hissed a time or two as Noah had trouble curling his beautiful lips over his teeth.
But his tongue… well, it seemed to know what to do, caressing Ramin like a spoonful of gelato.
And it didn’t matter, anyway, because it was Noah Fucking Bartlett going down on him.
“Fuck, Noah,” Ramin hissed, threading his fingers through Noah’s hair, luxuriating in the thick strands. “You feel amazing.”
Noah hummed in satisfaction, which just sent vibrations right into Ramin’s cock, and it jumped again, against the roof of Noah’s mouth.
Ramin’s breath came in fits and spurts. He might hyperventilate. He might die and go to heaven, if heaven wasn’t right here, right now, with Noah’s mouth on him.
Noah didn’t take him all the way in, focusing mostly on the head, using his hand on the rest. He slowly developed a rhythm. And got his teeth under control. And learned how much Ramin liked having his balls lightly scratched.
Ramin felt the pinching deep behind his taint and clenched up again. “Red light!” he gasped.
Noah popped off Ramin’s dick with a suck so hard, Ramin nearly lifted off the bed. He had a sheepish grin slashed across his pink lips. “Am I doing okay?”
“Uh-huh,” Ramin said through heavy breaths. “I’m nearly there. You don’t have to keep going.”
Noah let out one of his giggles, the light, silly ones that Ramin loved so much. “I told you. I want to.”
“But I’m going to finish.”
Noah’s hand was still playing with his tight balls. “That’s the point.”
“Have you ever…”
“Tasted semen before?”
Ramin nodded.
“My own, a few times. It doesn’t bother me.”
“You’re sure?”
“Ramin. Baby.” Noah gave him a rough stroke that had him shuddering for control. “Let me do this. Please?”
Fuck it was sexy when Noah said please .
Ramin nodded.
And then Noah’s mouth was around him again, and some sort of lightbulb must’ve gone off because all of a sudden he’d figured out the right amount of suction, and Ramin’s body was turning to jelly.
He was sweating all over, cooing as Noah’s hot saliva trailed down over his balls and toward his hole.
And when Noah’s tongue found that spot beneath his head, he let out a cry he couldn’t stop.
Did they have neighbors?
Who cared?
“Fuck, Noah,” Ramin said. “Fuck.”
Pleasure mounted again, sparking along his spine, between his legs, deep inside, until he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“I’m coming,” he gasped, breaking apart, but he didn’t fall, because Noah was there to catch him, grunting as Ramin rode the waves of delicious ecstasy.
Noah stayed with him, cradling his balls, pressing a thumb against his taint, humming along until Ramin got too sensitive and begged him to let go.
Ramin collapsed onto the bed with a sigh.
Before he could even catch his breath, though, Noah was on top of him, his own hard cock, trapped in the singlet, now pressed against Ramin’s thigh. He looked Ramin in the eyes, rested his forehead against Ramin’s, leaned in for a kiss.
Ramin was weirdly disappointed Noah had already swallowed, because he kind of wanted to share his load as they kissed.
But on the other hand, holy fuck, Noah swallowed.
Ramin could still taste himself as they kissed, as he plundered Noah’s mouth with his tongue and Noah fought him back, pinning his tongue as effortlessly as he’d pinned Ramin’s body beneath him.
A full-body shiver came over Ramin one last time, all his senses lighting up like fireworks. His back arched off the bed before he finally crashed back into it like a wave upon the shore.
Noah’s kissing slowed. His tongue withdrew. He placed one last kiss, right at the corner of Ramin’s mouth, and leaned up.
“So.” His smile was somewhere between cocky and shy. “How was that?”