“I’m okay.” Well, maybeokaywasn’t exactly right. He’d need to sit with what Noah said. Later. Right now, he wanted to keep going more than anything.
“Good. Now.” Noah’s hand on Ramin’s neck tightened. “Are you going to get naked, or do I have to pin you to this bed and make you?”
“I think you have to make me,” Ramin said.
Noah’s voice went husky. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Ramin knew Noah was strong, but he wasn’t prepared for just how fast he was. Ramin barely had time to laugh before Noah had him pinned to the bed, wrists held above his head, hips tucked under Noah’s. He felt the hot, hard weight of Noah’s erection bearing down on his own hardening dick.
“I’m pretty sure you said I could see this new tattoo of yours,” Noah said, and before Ramin could even brace himself, Noah had peeled Ramin’s tank top off and over his head.
Ramin reminded himself to breathe. To let Noah look at him. To not reach up and cover himself.
He was desired.
Noah’s eyes were dark chips as he took in Ramin’s chest. Ramin knew it was doughy, a little pale, though maybe a bit tanned in places from today. In the center of his chest, his faravahar lay, red and tender and still peeling a bit.
He knew it couldn’t distract from the silver-pink stretch marks on his sides, though. Or the pooch around his belly button.
He desperately wanted Noah to say something. Anything.
Instead, Noah leaned down and kissed Ramin right over his heart, his lips ghosting the faravahar’s wing. And then his mouth trailed down, down, toward Ramin’s navel, then along to his sides, kissing every bit of skin.
“I can’t believe I get to do this to you,” Noah murmured. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to?”
Ramin couldn’t believe it, either. Noah’s mouth was electric, his lips setting off fireworks in every one of Ramin’s cells. Ramin felt like a bowstring about to snap. He felt like one of those plasma balls they’d played with in middle school science, the ones that made your hair stand on end.
He felt alive in a way he never had before.
Noah lifted up a bit and grumbled as he tugged on Ramin’s shorts. “These are in the way.”
Ramin wiggled his butt so Noah could pull them off, revealing his rainbow-colored trunks beneath, trapping his hard dick to the left.
He wondered if Noah could see the precum stains from the train station.
He flexed his dick, and Noah hummed in satisfaction. He couldn’t move if he wanted to. Noah’s gaze had him pinned, like a butterfly to a board. He had no fight left in him. No voice in the back of his head. No fear.
Just Noah, Noah, Noah.
“You don’t have to go any farther if you don’t want to,” Ramin said when Noah didn’t move. He didn’t want Noah to feel pressured.
“I want to.” Noah was staring down at him, with a look Ramin had never seen before. Ramin couldn’t help his cock flexing again. Noah’s mouth curled into a smile. “I want to more than anything.”
Before Ramin could react, Noah lunged back in, planting his lips on Ramin’s inner thighs. Kissing, sucking, tugging on the hairs. Ramin nearly arched off the bed as Noah’s face grazed his aching cock.
He heard Noah take a deep breath and murmur against Ramin’s skin. “I like the way you smell.”
“Even when I’m sweaty?”
Noah lifted his face to meet Ramin’s eyes. “Especially when you’re sweaty.”
Ramin liked the smell of Noah all sweaty, too. His nostrils flared.If he could move, he would’ve buried his face in the valley of Noah’s chest, licked every drop of sweat from between the swell of his pecs.
As it was, Ramin could only feast with his eyes, savor the musk, relish the tingles Noah was raising along every patch of skin he touched.
And then, oh God, then Noah planted his mouth on Ramin’s underwear.
His lips traced the shape of Ramin’s erection. Ramin didn’t think he could get any harder, but he was wrong. If he’d been steel before, he was diamond-hard now, still trapped up and to the left. Then Noah’s mouth found his head, hidden beneath the sticky fabric, and the shock traveled straight up Ramin’s spine.
