Noah matched him move for move.
“I won’t last long,” Noah panted.
“I don’t care,” Carmine replied.
“Make me come, baby.”
Noah’s words made Carmine more determined. He bounced up and down on Noah’s dick. Taking him to the edge before plunging down again.
“Oh, shit, Carmine,” he stammered.
The orgasm exploded into his system. Every buck of Carmine’s hips bringing more waves of pleasure.
“Come for me,” Noah managed.
Carmine held the wall for support and climaxed over Noah’s body. Then he shuddered to a halt.
“Shower.”
He hopped off the bed and dashed through to the en-suite.
Noah pulled the condom off and threw it in the bin. He chuckled when Carmine started to sing in the shower. He was terrible of course. Strangely that made it more comforting to Noah.
The week ahead was an important one. To be fair, when wasn’t a week important?
Carmine returned from the bathroom. Noah couldn’t take his eyes off him. Clothed, Carmine was a knockout. Naked, he was perfection. They might have just had sex but Noah was already in the mood for round two.
“Shall we do something tomorrow?” Carmine asked as he applied moisturiser to his face.
“I can’t,” Noah replied.
Carmine stopped and stared. “You’ve got plans on a Sunday?”
“I’m going to see Malcolm.”
Carmine nodded. An atmosphere had descended out of nowhere.
“Is that a problem?” Noah asked.
“Of course not.”
“It feels like it is.”
Carmine sighed. “There are so many parts of you that I will never have access to.”
This felt unfair considering Carmine lived so far in the closet to his family he could put his address down as Narnia.
“Carmine. We’ve only been seeing each other a few weeks,” Noah said. “Malcolm has a tendency to get very attached to people.”
He didn’t want to go to sleep with cross words.
“Please come here,” he continued.
Seemingly finished with his skincare routine, Carmine came over and lay down next to Noah.
“I’m being unreasonable,” Carmine said. “I know it. If I don’t share how I feel with you, what’s the point?”
Noah snuggled into him.
