Thirty-Five Noah #2
He saw the flinch, the way Ramin clenched his core for a second, before relaxing. He knew he couldn’t fix Ramin, knew Ramin didn’t need fixing, but he swore to himself he’d spend every day telling Ramin just how beautiful he was.
Ramin’s gaze fell on Noah’s skin like a blow, trailing up, up, up, from Noah’s toes, lingering on his twitching erection, caressing his chest, and on to his face. Ramin’s eyes burned like jade fire.
“Fuuuuck me,” Ramin whispered, low and slow, and Noah hardened even more.
Noah shifted his weight, tried to give a cocky grin, but it probably just looked goofy. “I thought we agreed that was off the table.”
Ramin snorted. “Grab a towel.”
“A towel?”
“Just in case.”
“Right.” Just in case of mess.
Noah reached back into the bathroom, grabbed a clean towel, flung it into the bed, and jumped on top.
He pulled Ramin onto him so they could kiss, so they could grind their naked bodies together, so he could feel every bit of Ramin.
And Ramin was feeling every bit of him, too, hands tracing Noah’s chest and stomach, following the valleys of his abdominal muscles.
They weren’t as cut as they used to be back in Noah’s Hollister days, but then, he actually used them now.
He didn’t work out to look a certain way.
He worked out so he could do the work he needed to do, have the fun he wanted to have.
Load and unload lumber. Chase Jake around a park.
Make love to a beautiful, beautiful man.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Ramin said as his hand slid farther down, teasing Noah’s bush. It was a lot fuller than Ramin’s, and he suddenly wondered if he should start trimming, but before he could ask, Ramin’s hand wrapped around his erection.
Ramin’s hands were perfect. Warm and strong and dexterous, trailing smooth pleasure in their wake. Noah groaned.
He reached for Ramin’s sex, too, found it waiting for him hard and leaking.
He stroked it with one hand, while his other held Ramin’s neck, keeping their lips locked together.
This wasn’t like Milan, where they’d furtively kissed and hoped Jake didn’t hear them.
It wasn’t like the train station, where the kissing was part of aftercare.
It wasn’t even like this afternoon, when they’d crashed together, desperate to finally, finally be alone.
No, this was a slow, simmering passion that finally had time to blossom. To take its time.
Noah traced Ramin’s lips and jaw, seeking out every spot that made him tremble. Ramin discovered that spot below Noah’s jaw that always made him tingle with euphoria.
Noah’s core was clenching, his erection pulsing in time with their kisses. If they kept this up, they’d never get to the butt stuff. He’d come all over Ramin.
Actually, that sounded kind of hot. He wouldn’t mind the chance to paint Ramin’s face, but not tonight.
He sighed and broke the kiss. Ramin’s lips chased his for a moment as he fell back to the bed.
“Hey,” he said, trying again for a cocky grin and getting a little closer this time. He didn’t want Ramin to see his nerves, only his excitement.
Ramin licked his lips. “Hey.”
“How do you want me?”
Ramin stared down at him, exposed and flushed and breathing hard, his penis lying heavy and twitching against his right thigh. Ramin looked like he wanted to devour Noah.
Noah was ready to be devoured.
Finally Ramin spoke. “Are you comfortable on all fours?”
“Like doggie style?”
Ramin quirked an eyebrow.
Noah rolled his eyes. “I do know what doggie style is.”
Just because Noah had never had a finger up his butt, it didn’t mean he was that sheltered.
He rolled over and got onto all fours. His knee only crackled a little bit. “This okay?”
“Perfect,” Ramin said softly.
Noah wished he could see Ramin’s face. What did Ramin see? He was clean, right? Did he look weird? What if he had a misshapen butthole? Was he hairy? Should he have trimmed? How did one go about trimming their butthole anyway?
Then Ramin’s warm hand rested on his lower back, lightly massaging the valley of his spine. Noah shivered and stopped worrying about the shape and hairiness of his butthole.
Ramin was touching him. Nothing else mattered.
“I’m going to try rimming you. That okay?” Ramin’s breath ghosted across his shoulders. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”
“Okay.”
Noah’s heart hammered. Ramin’s hands moved down, cupping his glutes, kneading them before pulling them apart.
Ramin let out a soft gasp.
“Is everything okay?”
Noah could barely make out Ramin’s throaty voice over the pounding of his own heart. “Everything’s perfect.”
Noah didn’t know what could make a butt perfect. But then he pictured Ramin’s, and yeah, perfect might really be a thing. Maybe he could—
He forgot what he was thinking when he felt Ramin’s breath. Warm air, but it felt cool against Noah’s burning skin. Heat rising, the whisper of Ramin’s skin against his. The lightest scrape of stubble.
And then Ramin’s mouth was on him.
Oh.
Oh.
Noah groaned. His arms gave out and he smashed his face into his pillow.
He didn’t know it would feel like this .
Sensation mounted, like nothing Noah had experienced before. He never knew he had so many nerve endings back there. It was warm yet cool, it was sharp yet soft, it was gentle yet intense.
It was pure pleasure. Teasing pleasure. Sparkling pleasure. Limb-quaking pleasure.
Ramin’s mouth was indescribable. Scratchy stubble, soft lips, delicate movements. His hands pried Noah’s glutes farther apart, the point of Ramin’s nose resting on the little divot at the bottom of Noah’s spine, and then—
Then Ramin started using his tongue.
“Oh!” Noah didn’t mean to yelp, but the intense, unfamiliar sensation caught him off guard.
Ramin paused and drew back, and Noah ached at the absence.
“Green light, green light!” he grunted into his pillow. Please don’t let Ramin stop.
Ramin chuckled, and the breath against Noah’s most sensitive spot made him flex his erection, clenching hard. His perineum pulsed over and over. He clenched his teeth.
“Relax” came the whispered command, and Noah tried.
Ramin’s tongue was on him again. Hot and slick, slow and methodical, and any self-consciousness Noah had left was obliterated by the electric current running up his spine. His core flinched and shuddered and shook.
He couldn’t wait to try this on Ramin.
He’d always liked giving Angela oral sex. Liked seeing her lost in pleasure that was hers alone. And now, wow.
Wow.
Ramin’s tongue left his hole, tracing downward to press against Noah’s perineum, gently massage him there, and then it kept going down, a long wet slide along Noah’s balls, and then Ramin was pulling back his erection so he could trace the underside of it, too.
Noah whined, from the pressure of having his member bent backward, from the scintillating pleasure radiating from his core, from wanting more, more, more.
Ramin took Noah’s head into his mouth, sucked the dew off the end, but he didn’t linger, and he certainly didn’t go all the way down like he had back in the train station, when Noah thought he might die and go to heaven in Ramin’s throat.
He sucked, he licked, and then he was kissing his way back up, and nuzzling Noah’s balls, grazing teeth along Noah’s soft skin, and then he was right back where he started, and Noah thrived around Ramin’s mouth.
Something in him gave, and he let out a heavy breath, and then Ramin’s tongue somehow went even deeper.
He moaned into the pillow. He was pretty sure he was drooling.
Then Ramin paused. His ran his hands from Noah’s butt up to his back, gently massaging.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered. “You think you’re ready for a finger?”
Noah’s legs quaked. “Green light,” he gasped. His erection flexed, swinging back and forth beneath him like some fleshy pendulum. He’d never been so hard, never been so achingly aware of his own arousal.
Noah heard the soft plastic click of a bottle, felt himself clench up a little, tried to breathe, but his heart was beating too hard and fast for him to find any calm.
Wet. Cold. Noah flinched.
“Just relax,” Ramin cooed somewhere above him. “Push out a little if you can.”
Noah breathed deep and pushed out, though he had the sudden, vivid mental image of accidentally farting. It was so strong he clenched up and started giggling.
“What’s so funny?” Noah could hear the smile in Ramin’s voice.
“I hope I don’t fart on you.”
Ramin snickered. “Bodies are weird. Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
“Okay.” Noah took a deep breath and tried to relax again. He only jolted a little bit as a wet finger touched him, circled his hole. His breath hitched as Ramin’s thumb massaged his perineum. Noah savored the touch, even as one of Ramin’s slender fingers found his opening and pressed.
Noah did what Ramin suggested, pushing out just a bit, and oh .
With a single gasp, Ramin was inside him.
It was a strange sensation. Not bad, but different.
Different even than Ramin’s mouth had been.
Full. Noah’s body didn’t quite know what to do about it, except squirm a bit, and then clamp down involuntarily.
“Okay?” Ramin asked. “That’s normal.”
“Okay,” Noah agreed, as Ramin moved in and out, gently but firmly, angling his finger to press against Noah’s walls, and okay, yeah, that was feeling good. Foreign but good.
Ramin pressed at him with another finger, and this time the pressure was a little uncomfortable.
“Yellow light,” Noah said. Ramin waited, his fingers inside Noah. Pain and pleasure mingled, and deep inside something was sparking. Noah didn’t know how to describe it.
He only knew he wanted more.
“Green light.”
All the world contracted to those two fingers inside him.
Those fingers hooked , and that spark got brighter.
“Oh!” Noah gasped as his insides lit up. He thought he might levitate off the bed.
Ramin did it again. Noah’s erection flexed so hard it smacked his abdomen. He felt his balls drawing up.
“Is that my prostate?” Noah managed to gasp.
“Yup.” Ramin kept moving his fingers. Massaging. Teasing.
Holy crap. Noah had no idea. No idea.
None of his doctors had ever given him a prostate exam, even at his physicals. Apparently they could do that sort of thing with a blood test now instead.
If only Noah had known, he wouldn’t have waited so long.
Pressure mounted inside him. Warm and sharp, and Noah was flexing hard, his muscles contracting on their own, goosebumps breaking out along his skin, something shimmering deep inside him, building and building, a pinch, and—
“Mmmmmfuck,” Noah grunted, and then suddenly he was coming, he was coming, how on earth was he coming? He managed to open his eyes just enough to see himself unloading into the towel below, his penis flailing as it spurted his pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Noah,” Ramin groaned above him, and then he felt something hot and wet on his back too, and he came harder, nearly bursting apart with the feeling, with the knowledge that Ramin was getting off, too, coating Noah’s back with his lust.
Eventually Noah came back down to earth. Became aware he was a person, with limbs and skin and blood and twitching muscle and nerves that could deliver pleasure like he’d never known.
Ramin slowly withdrew his fingers.
“How was that?”
“That was…” Noah tried to find the words. “That was…”
Noah’s legs gave out, and he splayed out on the towel, right in his own mess.
“That was amazing,” he muttered. “And now I’m all sticky.”
“Yeah, you are,” Ramin said. “I hope it was okay that I…”
“Painted me?”
Ramin snorted.
“It was really hot.” Noah managed to get his hands under him. Push off the bed. The towel came with him in spots. “But I need another shower now.”
“Hm. If only there was someone who could help you with that.”
Noah carefully turned so he could see Ramin without spreading his mess everywhere. Ramin’s skin was flushed. He was shining, radiant.
They both were.
“So. How was your first butt stuff ?”
Noah groaned and covered his face. “Don’t.”
“It was cute,” Ramin said. “Did you like it?”
“I did,” Noah said. He couldn’t wait to do it to Ramin. “I really did.”
“Good. Now come on. Let’s get cleaned up.”