He vaguely saw Noah rolling up his sleeves before he brought a hand down to Ramin’s head, running his fingers through Ramin’s hair before gripping the back of his skull. Somehow firm and gentle at the same time. Noah was in total control, but Ramin knew, with absolute certainty, Noah would never hurt him.
He was safe. He was cherished.
He was wanted.
He was ready to be used, and God, did he want Noah to use him.
“So good,” Noah said with a sigh as he pumped into Ramin, taking over the pace, Ramin’s mouth wet and sloppy around him. “So good.”
Ramin hummed against Noah’s cock, and Noah shuddered at the vibrations. He added a twist to his stroke, tugged a bit on Noah’s balls, sucked harder, lashed his tongue more ferociously, until Noah’s hand in his hair gripped harder. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to bring Ramin up short.
He met Noah’s eyes as best he could without taking his mouth off his cock.
God. Noah was looking down at him, his pupils dilated, his cheeks flushed. He was breathing hard, mouth hanging open in a blissed-out half smile.
Ramin’s cock spasmed again. He was leaking so much, he worried it would stain his shorts.
“You okay?” Noah breathed.
“Mm-hmm,” he managed, keeping his lips around Noah’s head, flicking the underside with his tongue, which got another twitch of pleasure out of Noah.
“I guess the safe word isn’t much use with your mouth full,” Noah murmured. He chuckled to himself. “Um. Pinch me in the leg if you need to stop, okay?”
Ramin let out another “Mm-hmm.”
Noah sighed, but then shook himself.
“Good boy.” He cleared his throat. Grabbed Ramin’s head with both hands. Sharpened his voice. “Now then, let’s see if you can deep throat.”
Ramin could. In theory. Though he was about a decade out of practice.
It took a couple thrusts to get his alignment right. For muscle memory to come back to him. But God, he wanted this. He wanted all of Noah. Every inch.
He needed to be used.
He needed Noah to use him.
He sank deeper into his haunches to get a better angle. Inside-smiled to relax his throat. Released his grip on Noah’s cock and balls, clenched one hand into a fist to suppress his gag reflex, rested the other on Noah’s thigh to keep his balance. Controlled his breath.
He let Noah’s hands guide him, hold him, as he went down, down, down.
Finally his nose met Noah’s bush. His chin met Noah’s balls. His lips met Noah’s hot and shuddering skin.
“I was only j-j-j…” Noah stuttered. His legs shook; he steadied himself by holding on to Ramin’s head. “Only joking. I didn’t think… No one’s ever…”
Fuck yes. Ramin was going to ruin Noah for anyone else. Ever.
He swallowed against Noah’s cock, massaging it with his throat, and managed to get his tongue out to lick at Noah’s balls. He was pretty fucking proud of himself that he could still pull that move off. Especially with Noah, who was bigger than the last guy he’d done it on.
“How are you doing that?” Noah gasped.
Ramin didn’t answer, but he did let up to catch his breath and wipe his tears. His stamina was shot.
He hoped Noah would help him build it back up.
Ramin took a deep breath and caught what slobber he could in his palm, reaching for more toilet paper to wipe it off, sucking up what he could from Noah’s balls before it dripped into his shorts. He gave Noah’s dick another languid lick along its full length.
Then he went back down on him.
