Forty-Three Ramin
forty-three
Ramin
This was not how Ramin expected his day to go.
He hoped he’d get to talk to Noah. Dared to dream Noah loved him back. But this?
God, this was beyond dreaming.
He’d prepped this morning, prepped long and thorough, spurred by what Arya liked to call the Dixth Sense—that feeling that maybe, just maybe, if all the stars aligned into a perfect phallic constellation, you might get fucked. But he hadn’t believed it would really happen.
And now here he was, on his back, impaled on Noah’s cock.
The first time Ramin saw it, he hadn’t thought it was an asswrecker. He’d managed it in his throat just fine, after all. Three times now. But after feeling it spread him open, he was forced to conclude he might have miscalculated.
Was he too old to take up poppers? Were poppers even legal in the EU?
Anxiety and anticipation had warred in him as he’d rolled the XXL condom down Noah’s cock. What if Noah didn’t actually know how to use it?
He needn’t have worried, though. Noah was gentle and patient, more than Ramin had been. Usually riding worked for him, even with bigger dicks, but he’d clenched up as soon as Noah breached him.
But now? This? His legs splayed, his hips raised, Noah standing over him with an ecstatic light in his eyes?
This was good. This was better than good.
This was heaven.
Noah had slid right in with barely any pain, brushing past his prostate, right through his second sphincter with barely a hitch.
Ramin had never been so full in his life.
He couldn’t stop the sighs of pleasure leaking from his open mouth as Noah began a steady rhythm.
He hitched Ramin’s legs first lower, then higher, each time adjusting his angle of attack, and Ramin’s eyes nearly burst from his skull when the blunt head of Noah’s cock bumped right against his prostate.
“Fuck!” he cried.
Noah paused, but Ramin grunted.
“Green light!”
It was so good. So good. Noah’s chest gleamed with a light coating of sweat. His arms flexed as he thrust.
“I love you,” he grunted, and Ramin felt it in his core.
Noah added a roll to his hips, lighting up Ramin’s insides with even more pleasure, and took a long, slow thrust all the way in. He held his cock as deep as it would go inside Ramin, grinding his hips in a circle, leaving Ramin gasping for air.
But it wasn’t enough. Ramin needed more. He needed to feel all of Noah. Feel his warm skin. Feel the veins in his cock. Feel the load Ramin was going to fuck out of him.
“Take it off.”
Noah slowed. He tilted his head. “What?”
“The condom. You can take it off. If you like.”
Ramin felt the throb in Noah’s dick. He squeezed his walls, which earned a wince of pleasure from Noah.
He stared down at Ramin, slack-jawed.
Did Noah not want to? Was he worried about disease? Or shit-dick? The former wasn’t a worry, Ramin was negative across the board, but the latter… well, even with the Dixth Sense, bodies were weird sometimes. You could never be a hundred percent sure.
“Sorry. Forget it.”
But Noah kept staring at him.
“You’re sure? You really want me to?”
Ramin had never wanted anything so much in his life.
“I don’t want you to think you have to. Safety is sexy.” Noah dropped a kiss on Ramin’s leg. “I love taking care of you, baby. Always.”
Sweet Noah, always looking out for other people.
In response, Ramin clenched his Kegel muscles, savoring the way Noah’s shoulders hitched all the way up to his ears.
He looked Noah in the eyes. “I need it.”
Noah swallowed.
“Take it off.”
Noah slid out, and Ramin ached at the emptiness. Noah peeled off the condom and reached for the lube.
“Use extra,” Ramin said. His ass was already getting chapped. “More than you think you need.”
“Okay.” Noah lubed himself up, picked Ramin’s leg back up with a wet, slippery hand. “You ready?”
Ramin nodded.
Noah pressed against his entrance, and Ramin shuddered at the feel of hot skin, the press of Noah’s wet, leaking cock against his yielding hole.
“Ahhh,” he sighed in a high register he didn’t know he could hit as Noah’s cock grazed his prostate again. Cold shot up his spine, his nervous system overwhelmed by the pleasure. He tried to keep his eyes open, but he couldn’t. They rolled up as he breathed in ecstasy.
“You feel amazing, baby,” Noah said. “You take this cock so well.”
Ramin clenched his sphincter to fight off the wave of pleasure that nearly had him coming. He loved when Noah talked all filthy.
“I’m yours.” Ramin groaned as Noah pulled out achingly slow and then thrust in fast. “All yours.”
Noah began fucking him in earnest, finding a solid rhythm, throwing in a little hip twist now and then, bending his knees to scrape against Ramin’s prostate, thrusting deep and holding it while he flexed his cock.
Noah rammed into him hard. Ramin’s back arched, eyes popping open in surprise.
“Oh my God,” he wailed. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“I mean it, baby.” Noah’s pace picked up. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Me too,” Ramin whined. “I’ve wanted it for twenty years.”
“Yeah?” Noah’s smile turned cocky.
“I wanted your big strong wrestler cock.”
“That’s right, you did. Everyone thought you were a nerd, but I always knew you were a little slut.” Noah gave a hard thrust that made Ramin cry out again, a high keening that surprised even him.
It was so loud, so pure, so unexpected that Noah paused, a question in his eyes.
“Green light!” Ramin ground his ass back against Noah. “Use me.”
Noah’s fingers dug into Ramin’s legs.
“Then take this cock,” Noah growled. “Make me nut.”
Noah fucked him harder, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. Cold fire burned deep within Ramin. His dick was aching, leaking a river of precum into his navel, trailing down his stretch marks to the towel below. His core was clenching up.
He reached for his dick. “I’m close.”
Noah smacked his hand away.
“You don’t come until I say you can.”
Warmth flared along Ramin’s entire body as he obeyed, as Noah kept working him, as his entire world contracted to the point where their bodies met.
“Oh God, Noah,” Ramin whined. “Your cock.”
He got that shimmery feeling between his legs as Noah’s dickhead grazed his prostate again. Ramin hadn’t come hands-free in years—he’d been beyond astonished when Noah had—but he recognized the signs. His chest tightened. His ass muscles fluttered uncontrollably.
He didn’t know if he could obey Noah, not at this pace.
“Breed me,” Ramin groaned, hoping Noah liked dirty talk as much as he did, bearing down as hard as he could. “Get your nut.”
“Fuck,” Noah whispered, pleasure lighting his face from within as he slammed into Ramin and held it in, so deep. Ramin could feel the pulsing of his cock, the warm wetness deep inside as Noah came. Ramin’s head fell back to the bed, eyes closed as he savored the feeling.
Noah kept pumping, kept grinding his hips against Ramin, though his rhythm slowed a bit. “Good boy.”
Ramin gasped. “Fuck, Noah.”
Noah grinned and picked his pace back up, slicked up by his own cum. That shimmering feeling built inside Ramin again.
“Oh fuck,” Ramin grunted.
“Yeah, baby,” he said. “You gonna come for me?”
“Uh-huh.”
Noah shifted his angle, and Ramin saw stars.
The prostate orgasm didn’t slam into him. Instead it built and built and built, sparking along his nervous system, until all his senses were honed to a single point deep inside where Noah’s cock kept slamming into him.
And then he crested, like a cup overflowing with water, like a wave rolling onto shore, and the pleasure consumed him, and the contractions started deep inside, and he spilled out onto his belly as Noah looked down at him, a light in his eyes like he’d just seen God.
And maybe he had.
Maybe they both had.
A whine of pleasure burst from deep in Ramin’s lungs as the pleasure carried him away.
Finally, finally, Ramin came back to earth, to find Noah still fucking him, though his pace was flagging.
They both breathed hard as Noah slowed and then stilled. He trailed kisses along Ramin’s legs, massaged his thumbs into Ramin’s aching hamstrings and finally released them.
Noah’s cock slipped out. Ramin clamped down as hard as he could to keep everything inside. Fuck, was he gaped? He couldn’t move. Didn’t even want to.
Thank God for sex towels, at least.
Slowly, starting at his soles, Noah kissed up his body. He was sweaty, hair messed up, face red, as he teased and tasted and tantalized Ramin, even pausing to sample Ramin’s load where it pooled in his belly button.
How was this even real?
A sudden aftershock had Ramin shuddering. His body was still sparkling. He could’ve floated off the bed without Noah holding him down.
Noah. Who loved him.
And Ramin loved Noah back.
It’s a tough life.
Finally Noah made his way up to Ramin’s face, hovering over him in a push-up. He brought a hand up, tacky with lube, but Ramin didn’t even care as he traced Ramin’s neck, his jaw, that soft spot behind his ear that made him melt.
“I love you, baby.” Noah leaned down to kiss him.
“I love you.” Ramin kissed Noah back, slow and tender, tasting himself on Noah’s tongue. Fuck that was hot. He sucked Noah’s tongue hard.
Noah let out a little giggle. Ramin’s favorite. He couldn’t stop from smiling, but the smile let Noah’s tongue escape.
Noah broke the kiss and nuzzled his nose against Ramin’s throat.
“You’re perfect.” Noah relaxed, collapsing and pinning him against the bed. Ramin relished the contact. Relished being trapped.
He never wanted free of Noah.
Satisfaction settled over him like a warm blanket. His body was buzzing. Every fiber of him sparked with the knowledge that he was right where he belonged. With the man he belonged with.
He wanted to stay here forever, safe in Noah’s arms, cuddled and cradled and protected and thoroughly fucked. Together.
An annoying voice in the back of Ramin’s head reminded him that this was temporary. That this wasn’t real life. That Noah had to go home. That neither of them lived here. That they had so many questions to sort out.
But fuck it. That was a problem for later.
For now?
For now…
Fuckety-fuck.
“Get up,” Ramin whispered.
“Huh?”
“I need to get up.” He felt it. He couldn’t hold it any longer. “I need the bathroom.”
Otherwise this beautiful, romantic, sexy moment was about to be interrupted by a wet, juicy fart.
“Dov’è il bagno?” Noah murmured into Ramin’s ear. He let Ramin up, but not without one last kiss. “Love you.”