Under his hands, Noah’s thighs trembled. With each of Noah’s moans, waves of ecstasy of his own rolled through him. He was doing this. Noah was moaning forhim.
“Hold on.” Noah sat up, pushing Zeke off of him. “How…” Noah panted twice. “How are you so good at this?”
“I guess I must have an amazing teacher.”
He stared at Noah’s naked body. The chiaroscuro embraced his figure, a dance of light and shadow that accentuated the contours of his muscular torso, evoking a primal desire to sink his teeth into its mouthwatering form. Raising his eyes to meet the smouldering inferno within Noah’s gaze, a symphony of fluttering wings erupted within him as a kaleidoscope of butterflies was freed.
“In that case, I wonder if you wanted to take your training to the next level, so to speak.”
Zeke’s face burned, and he prayed the darkness of the room would save him. “What do you mean?”Just spell it out for me.
“Do you want to fuck me?” Noah all but whispered, as if the creepy angel statues would take offence.
“What?Here?” He struggled to keep the edge of panic from his voice as his eyes darted around the crypt. He pulled back from Noah as nerves swarmed his stomach.
Noah’s smile dropped, his eyes crinkling in concern as he said, “We don’t have to, we can—”
“No.” He forced his voice to be steady. “Idowant to,” he whispered into the space between them. He buried his face in Noah’s chest so he didn’t have to look at him. “I’m just scared of… not being good enough at it for you.”
“Hey,” Noah said, lightly tilting his head up. “You don’t ever need to worry about that with me.” He kissed his nose.
“Okay then,” Zeke whispered, heart tap-dancing against his ribcage. “But we need to be quiet.”
Noah’s hand slipped into his rucksack beside the sarcophagus and threw Zeke the lube. Zeke bit back a joke about Noah’s clear pre-planning as Noah fell back against the sleeping bag, spreading his legs slightly and arching his hips upwards. Zeke dragged his tongue across Noah’s thigh, ever so slowly travelling upwards. By the time he’d reached Noah’s crease, he was writhing and crying out adorable whimpers, and Zeke almost forgot they were in a creepy-as-fuck crypt.
“Tell me what you want,” Zeke whispered.
“Lick me,” Noah panted back. “If you want to.”
He obliged, dragging his tongue tantalisingly over the place where Noah wanted it. The gasp that Noah made sent heat straight to his groin, and his own cock became impossibly harder, causing him to grind against their makeshift bed, desperate for friction. He mustered all the saliva he could, soaking Noah’s skin. He pulled his mouth away, feeling the spit dribbling down his chin, to tease the soft nub of his hole with slick fingers. Swallowing his nerves, Zeke pushed one tentative finger into the tight space. He began to massage it slowly, crooking his finger as he did so.
“Fucking hell,” Noah said, breathless. “Another.”
Zeke squirted a great deal of lube into his fingers before wriggling two of them inside of Noah, as deep as he could. With his other hand, he fumbled for Noah’s cock, using fast, heavy strokes when he found it. Noah wriggled further and further down the sleeping bag, thrusting his hips down onto Zeke’s fingers.
Zeke found the small, firm lump he was looking for and he pushed down, hard.
Noah started to scream: a high-pitched, guttural sound of pure pleasure, before he caught himself.
Zeke stopped. “Do I need to gag you?”
In answer, Noah grabbed Zeke’s hand from his swollen dick and inserted it into his mouth, pushing three fingers deep inside and sucking with the ferocity of someone deprived of water in the desert. The quiet noises he made, even muffled by Zeke’s soaked fingers, drove Zeke wild.
With even more ferocity, Zeke rammed his fingers inside of Noah again, and again until Noah wrenched his fingers out of his mouth to say, “I need you inside of me. Now.”
Heat pooled at the base of his spine. His enlarged cock twitched with hunger at Noah’s words, and Zeke prayed he could keep it together long enough to give Noah what he wanted. With haste, he squirted a generous amount of the lubricant onto his dick, making sure it covered every inch.
“Please,” Noah said, pulling his legs back and arching his hip upwards. He looked him dead in the eye. This was the hottest thing Zeke had ever seen, crypt be damned.
He gripped one of Noah’s hips as he pressed his cock up to Noah’s opening. A sudden wave of nervousness made him pause. Although this was what he wanted—he’d wanted this for a while now—he was scared of being subpar, or even hurting Noah. “Tell me if you need me to slow down or stop, okay?”
“Zeke, goddamn you! Stop overthinking and just do it. I know it’s going to be amazing.”
Noah leaned forward to cup Zeke’s cheek, brushing his thumb across his skin. The gesture was so tender, Zeke immediately relaxed. The rest of his nerves dissipated as Zeke pushed the tip of his dick inside, revelling at the unique sensation. It was tight, and the slide of his cock against the smooth muscle ignited flares of desire within him. He pulled out slightly before thrusting in again, further this time, then further again. Once he’d built up a steady rhythm, slow and deep, Noah hooked his ankles around Zeke’s calves, then squeezed his shoulders before dragging his fingers down Zeke’s arms, grabbing his hands to entwine their fingers. The sight of their joined hands in addition to their bodies did something to Zeke. The moment of connection was so all-consuming, he felt hot tears prickle his eyes.
“So good… Zeke, you’re doing so good,” Noah spluttered out between feral moans, and Zeke prayed the crypt was as soundproof as it seemed.
A groan escaped Zeke’s lips. “I won’t be able to last long if you keep saying shit like that.”
