Farzan snorted. “That child is going to be so spoiled.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm-hmm.” Farzan’s hands went up and down David’s back, tracing lines down the tender muscles alongside his spine. David dug his own hands into Farzan’s hips, pressing the length of his erection against the warm hardness of Farzan’s.
“Maybe you and me should have a baby of our own.”
Farzan snorted.
“We just had that big meal!”
“Youhad a big meal. I, on the other hand, prepped this afternoon.”
“What, really?”
“There’s a reason I didn’t let you give me too much.” And David’s stomach felt fine.
Besides, he couldn’t stand being here with Farzan—this self-assured Farzan who’d stood up to his whole family in grand style—and not finally get fucked.
“So. You wanna put a baby in me?”
Farzan’s nostrils flared, a sharp intake of breath. His cock flexed against David’s, evident even through two layers of jeans.
“There’s, uh, prep stuff under the bathroom sink. If you need to freshen up or anything.”
David felt fine, but a little freshening up never hurt anyone. Though that would mean leaving the circle of Farzan’s arms. The haze of his cologne. The taste of wine and pomegranate on his ruby-stained lips.
David groaned, pressed one last kiss against Farzan, released him and took two steps toward the bathroom, but as soon as he hit the hardwood his shoes squeaked.
“Fuck!”
He bent over to untie them, just enough to yank them off. As he did, Farzan gave his ass a smack.
He straightened up, staring at Farzan, who immediately looked guilty.
“Sorry. I should’ve asked.”
“Asked me if you could smack my ass like a drum? Like in the song?”
Farzan giggled, a sound so light and unexpected David started laughing too, which made getting his shoes off a struggle, but he finally managed it.
“Okay. I won’t be long.”
Farzan’s voice was molten lava. “I’ll be waiting.”
David stepped out of the bathroom, still in his undershirt and trunks, his favorite black Savage X Fenty ones with the mesh side panels. If Farzan liked his blue sweats, David couldn’t wait to see his reaction to these.
The bathroom was a bit chilly, but a space heater hummed in the far corner of the bedroom.
“Sorry,” Farzan said. “The bedroom always…”
He sat on the corner of the bed, still in his own shirt and underwear—solid lime green ones with silver trim—and David couldn’t wait to peel them off him. Farzan was halfway through pulling off a sock when he saw David and his jaw dropped.
David always thought that was a euphemism, but nope. Farzan looked like a Christmas nutcracker as he stared at David’s underwear. David flexed his dick—still mostly soft—to make the front of his underwear twitch, and he could swear Farzan’s mouth opened just a little bit more.
Mission accomplished.
“My eyes are up here,” David teased, and relished the blush that stole over Farzan’s face.
