Forty-Two Noah #3
But Ramin shook his head. His voice dripped with need. “Please, Noah.”
Noah’s erection flexed, snapping the string of precum dripping to the towel below. His core clenched up in anticipation.
“How do you want to do this?”
“Lie down. Let me ride you.” Ramin leaned up a bit, then muttered, “Shit.”
“What?”
“Condoms. Lube.”
“Right here, baby.” Noah leaned over to grab them from his backpack.
“I love you.” Ramin guided Noah down onto his back, fixed the towel where it had bunched up. “So much.”
“I love you,” Noah said, flexing his penis as Ramin grabbed it. He’d dried up some, but he was still achingly hard. Ready.
Ramin straddled him, and Noah relished the weight, the feel of skin against skin, the heat as his crown grazed Ramin’s hole. Ramin plucked the condom from Noah’s hand, swallowed as he unwrapped it and rolled it down Noah’s length. Noah sighed with bliss as Ramin smeared lube all over it.
“Gimme some of that,” he said, wetting his fingers and reaching back. Ramin said he didn’t need to be fingered, but he couldn’t begrudge Noah lubing him, could he?
He could not, as his erection flexed and leaked against Noah’s stomach.
“Okay.” Ramin braced his hands on Noah’s chest. “Ready?”
Noah had never been more ready for anything in his life.
“Are you?”
In response, Ramin took Noah’s erection and held it upright. He shifted up, angling his hips. Brought Noah up to his waiting hole and began to sink.
“Oh,” Noah gasped as he breached Ramin’s entrance.
Heat. Pressure.
Bliss.
He held Ramin up, flexed involuntarily, felt the tight ring of Ramin’s muscle contract around him. Ramin grimaced and held on to Noah’s chest. Noah brought his hands up to hold Ramin’s butt, kneading the cheeks, pulling them apart, waiting for Ramin to breathe and keep going down.
“Fuck, Noah,” Ramin groaned as he began to settle.
Noah forced himself to keep still, because every muscle wanted to contract, thrust up, end the beautiful agony of Ramin’s torturous slide down his length. Ramin’s eyes were closed, his brow furrowed, as he paused and clenched all around Noah, the sensation driving the breath from Noah’s lungs.
“You okay?” he whispered. He was halfway in, but he’d felt himself hit some sort of barrier, a tightening that had Ramin wincing.
Ramin nodded, but he didn’t look okay. He was sweating. His eyes weren’t just closed, they were squeezed shut.
“I’m hurting you.”
“I’m fine,” Ramin grunted, but just then his hole spasmed around Noah. “How much is left?”
“Hey. Stop.”
Ramin shook his head, breathed deep, tried to go down again, but Noah held him up.
“Ramin. Baby. I’m hurting you.”
“I can handle it.”
“I can’t.” Noah felt his erection flagging.
“Fuck.” Ramin sighed and let Noah help him off. Noah’s penis fell heavy between his legs as Ramin settled back onto Noah’s stomach.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I thought I could take it. I want to take it.”
“It’s okay, baby.” Noah pulled Ramin down so they were chest to chest, wrapped him up in a hug. “I love you.”
“I love you,” Ramin said. “Damn it. Just give me a second. I’ll try again.”
“You don’t have to.” Noah wasn’t sure he could get hard enough to try again. At least not in that position. He couldn’t stand seeing Ramin in pain. “I know it’s big. We can do other things.”
“No. I need you to fuck me.” Ramin leveraged himself back up. He reached behind him, grabbed Noah’s length and started stroking him back to hardness, but he looked like he was getting ready to go off to war.
“Wait.” If they were going to do this, they had to do it a different way. “Let’s try something else. Here, get up. Get on your back.”
Noah didn’t have a lot of experience with guys—or with the back door—but he did, in fact, have experience. Enough to know how to help a partner open up their hips. Enough to know how to work his angles to bring them pleasure.
And yeah, maybe he’d also once seen a YouTube video with a unicorn that pooped rainbow sherbet when its hips and legs got in a better alignment.
So Noah stood at the foot of the bed. Ramin lay below him, breathing hard, a vision of beauty, and Noah might’ve sketched the scene, but Ramin was his and his alone. No one else got to see him like this.
Only Noah.
Noah grabbed Ramin’s feet and pulled him closer, hooked his arms under Ramin’s knees and spread them outward and forward, toward Ramin’s chest.
To his surprise, Ramin’s legs kept going and going until he was nearly in a split.
“Wow,” he breathed.
Ramin shrugged. “I do a lot of yoga.”
Noah took in the planes of Ramin’s body spread out beneath him. The secret part of him, pulsing, waiting.
“You are perfect.”
Ramin flushed with pleasure.
“Ready to try again?”
Ramin nodded.
Noah pressed forward, breaching Ramin’s entrance, studying Ramin’s face for any sign of pain, but with his hips elevated and his legs splayed, he let Noah in more smoothly.
More deeply.
Noah savored the heat, the squeeze, as he pressed slowly, inexorably into Ramin’s core, but Ramin never flinched. If anything, he looked surprised, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open, as Noah sank into him.
Noah felt that internal barrier again, but this time it yielded. Ramin let out a long, high note, a keening cry of pleasure so pure, so sexy, it had Noah clamping down on his urge to climax.
And then he was in, all the way to the hilt, his balls resting against the base of Ramin’s spine. Ramin was hot all around him, clenching rhythmically, not in pain as far as Noah could tell, but in pleasure. In desire.
“Oh, fuck, Noah,” he sighed.
“I’m all the way in you, baby.” Noah flexed himself, felt Ramin’s internal muscles flutter all around him. He pressed a hand into Ramin’s lower stomach. “Can you feel it?”
“I can feel it,” Ramin gasped. “God, can you feel yourself?”
Noah couldn’t, not really. He was pretty sure that was a myth.
Still, he flexed again, pressed down harder.
“Fuck, Noah.” Ramin’s head rolled back.
Noah backed off a bit, pushed in again slowly, experimenting with his angle, trying to find Ramin’s prostate. He leaned over to kiss Ramin’s knee, the closest bit of skin he could reach. “You’re perfect.”
“So full,” Ramin muttered. “God, Noah.”
“You ready for me?”
“I’m ready.” Ramin met his eyes. Desire and determination made them sharp as emeralds. “Now fuck me.”