“Sorry. Those are…”
“Better than sweatpants?”
“A million times.” Farzan stood and pulled David toward him. “Is it warm enough? My bedroom’s always cold.”
“Yeah?” David ran his hands up and down Farzan’s arms, feeling thegooseflesh, the coarse hair. “My place in Chicago was like that. But I know how we can keep warm.”
David planted his mouth on the cord of Farzan’s neck.
“Mmm,” Farzan purred. He ran his hands under the hem of David’s undershirt, pulled it up so David had to break the kiss and remove it. David returned the favor, pulling off Farzan’s shirt. It left his hair messy and wild, and David ran his fingers through the silken strands. He rested his palms against Farzan’s jaw, the stubble prickling in the best way.
But before David could pull Farzan into another kiss, Farzan had taken his arms and forced him gently toward the bed. With a playful shove, Farzan knocked him onto the towels already laid out. David laughed and got up to his knees, tugging Farzan closer so he could reach his mouth again.
Farzan tasted like wine and flowers and sugar. They’d had dessert after dinner—Farzan’s rice pudding had been the star—but that hadn’t been nearly as sweet as Farzan’s mouth. David kissed slowly, oh so slowly, savoring every bit of warmth, every little moan Farzan let out, until with a frustrated, muffled cry, Farzan forced him back onto the bed.
“Too many clothes,” Farzan muttered, tugging at David’s waistband. David lifted his hips as Farzan slid his trunks off. His cock, already hot and leaking, barely had time to slap against his stomach before Farzan leaned down and took him in his mouth.
He ground his hips in time with Farzan’s motions, eyelids fluttering as his skin came alive with sensation and his blood began to boil. When Farzan gently nibbled on his foreskin, he arched his back so hard it actually popped.
Farzan’s mouth opened wide in surprise as David fell back on the bed.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Guess I can skip the chiropractor.”
Farzan shook his head and nuzzled back between David’s thighs, tonguing his balls, but David was already feeling overstimulated and he still hadn’t gotten to touch Farzan. It wasn’t fair.
David sat up. “Now you’re wearing too many clothes.”
Farzan sat back on his heels and reached for his waistband, but David stopped him.
“Let me.”
David shifted so he could get his hands on Farzan’s hips, yanking the underwear off. Farzan kicked them into the distance, narrowly missing the space heater.
“Oops.”
David smirked. “The fire’s supposed to be up here.”
Farzan’s eyes flashed hungrily as he peeled off his other sock and let it fall. He brought his hands up to David’s sides, tracing his ribs, curving around to the back. Grazing down his spine until they found the curve of his ass, before dipping lower and teasing his hole.
David’s muscle puckered up involuntarily. Farzan’s fingers were still cold.
“Sorry. I’ve got warming lube.”
“Mm.” David didn’t care if it was warming or numbing or flavored. He needed Farzan. Needed to feel every bit of him. Needed to feel claimed. His skin was on fire, despite the room’s chill; his core was even hotter. “It’s all good.”
Farzan leaned over to the cabinet, grabbed the bottle and clicked it open. His lips stayed joined to David’s, their tongues dueling, while his slick fingers found David’s smooth ring once again. David relaxed against the warm, wet pressure, breathing hard into Farzan’s mouth as Farzan gently probed him.
Sparks ignited along his nerves, deep within. As Farzan teased him, stretched him, pressed against his prostate, fireworks burst deep within, behind David’s eyes, exploded out of him in hot, fast breaths.
“Please,” he murmured, mouth clumsy against Farzan’s, the pleasure too intense for him to concentrate on the kissing. His mouth hung open, pressed against the meat of Farzan’s neck, as those fingers worked their magic. Electricity shot along his core as he relaxed, then tensed, then relaxed even more.
“Fuck, you’ve got talented fingers,” David muttered, licking at Farzan’s skin, inhaling the citrusy scent of him, enjoying the texture of the goosebumps he raised at every whisper into Farzan’s ear. “I need you in me. I need you to fuck my brains out.”
“I like your brains,” Farzan murmured, adding another finger, and David’s breath hitched at the fullness.
“Brains are overrated,” David groaned. He was coming unraveled, every part of him ready to fly apart at the seams, and still,still, Farzan hadn’t fucked him yet.
