There’d been none of that with David. Instead, it had felt like a dance, easy banter and irresistible chemistry that meant they were always, inevitably, leading to this moment.
Farzan wasn’t a hookup guy. He couldn’t remember the last time he took a guy he’d just met home. Maybe in his twenties, if that. But how could he look at David’s beautiful lips and soulful eyes and not want him?
And he did want David. Wanted him with a fierceness that scared him. He knew this was just a hookup; he knew the rules. He’d heard them from Arya often enough. Get in, get off, get out. But what if that wasn’t enough?
He didn’t have the brainpower to think about it, though, once David’s tongue found his balls, rasped against the goose bumps that had risen. David’s hands moved to Farzan’s torso, pushing up his shirt to comb through his chest hair and reach for his nipples.
Farzan moaned, hands digging into the couch cushions as David kissed his way up his dick.
“Good?”
“Uh-huh,” Farzan panted, before David took him in.Gooddidn’t even begin to cover it.
David’s mouth was so warm, so welcoming, so wet. His lips were soft but firm, his stubble tickling Farzan’s skin every time he brushed against it. David was skilled, but that wasn’t what set Farzan’s mind whirring, his pulse racing.
David wanted him. He’d made that clear with every touch, every look, every sound.
It had been a long time since Farzan felt wanted like this.
The electricity between them was building, and Farzan was having trouble holding off. Pleasure mounted deep inside him, so sharp it made him clench for a moment. He tried to relax and breathe and surf the waves David kept unleashing on him, but he couldn’t.
He couldn’t.
He reached for David’s hair, felt the soft twists, but then stopped himself. With a white guy, he wouldn’t think twice about touching his hair, but with David he had to make sure. “Sorry.”
David popped off his dick with a suck so hard, Farzan arched off the couch for a second. “What? You’re fine.”
Farzan swallowed, breathing hard. “I didn’t mean to touch your hair without asking.”
David’s eyes crinkled up. “You’re sweet. But I just had your dick in my mouth. It’s all good.”
“You sure?”
David smiled, grabbed Farzan’s hands and placed them in his twists, showing Farzan how much pressure he liked. Farzan massaged David’s scalp as David went down on him again, then started humming. The sensation nearly turned Farzan inside out.
“Oh, David,” Farzan murmured, grasping at David as the soft twists caressed his palms. “David.”
David’s mouth was magic, his tongue and lips and hands playing a symphony across Farzan’s skin. Farzan never wanted it to end.
But David’s humming intensified, and his fingers went for Farzan’s nipples again, gently but insistently pinching, pressing, kneading, and the electric circuit behind Farzan’s balls completed itself, and then—
“Oh, fuck,” Farzan moaned as he came, bucking his hips up off the couch in time with the contractions deep inside, until his core finally gave out.
Farzan breathed hard, like he’d just finished a workout at the gym. Like he’d just scored a home run at kickball, rounding the bases and sliding home.
“Fuck,” he muttered again, caressing David’s hair, tracing the soft, warm spot behind David’s ears before his arms gave out, too, and he collapsed onto the couch.
David might’ve just ruined him.
“That good, huh?”
“Better.”
“Good.” David braced himself on Farzan’s legs and pulled himself onto the couch.
Farzan tucked his dick away but didn’t bother zipping his jeans back up. He was too content. Instead, he scooted until he could rest his head on David’s shoulder, nuzzle his nose against David’s neck to breathe in sweat and vetiver. Everything in him went quiet.
This felt right.
