“Noah,” Ramin gasped as Noah breathed on him, bit lightly, sucked on him through the cotton, wet and warm and wild.
Noah jerked up, an untamed, hungry light in his eyes. “Can I take these off?”
“Yeah.”
He did, the pads of his fingers grazing Ramin’s sides, ghosting along Ramin’s hips. Ramin’s cock bent down with the motion, then sprang free.
He held his breath. He wasn’t anywhere near Noah’s size.
What if Noah didn’t like it?
What if Ramin wasn’t what he wanted?
“Oh my,” Noah purred. “You’re perfect.”
Ramin’s whole body flushed, his skin so hot he was surprised he didn’t set the duvet on fire.
Noah’s hand came up and gently, oh so gently, cradled Ramin’s balls. Ramin kept them smooth—his hair was annoyingly coarse—and Noah’s short fingernails sent a ripple of pleasure across the taut skin. Ramin’s taint pulsed with anticipation. He shivered.
Noah noticed, because he did it again, holding his breath as he played Ramin like a violin. “I’ve wanted you since the day I saw you.”
His hand finally wrapped around Ramin’s leaking cock, thumbing at the head to spread the precum around. His calloused fingers curledaround Ramin’s length, and Ramin’s dick flexed again, becauseholy shit, Noah was touching him.
Noah squeezed tighter, smiling as Ramin gasped, looking down at him like he was the only star in a dark sky. Ramin couldn’t take it. His cock spasmed, hard, and he clenched his Kegel muscles as hard as he could before he came.
“Red light,” he gasped, and Noah let go right away.
“What?” he asked. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
“Felt too good,” Ramin grunted. “Give me a second.”
He breathed deep once, twice. Thrice. Tried to calm down.
Except it was nearly impossible with Noah right there. Looking at Ramin like he was ready to devour him. Like he was counting down the seconds until he could touch Ramin again.
Ramin spasmed again and nearly tipped over the edge.
“That’s hot,” Noah whispered.
Ramin shook his head, gritted his teeth and fought back the orgasm. He wouldn’t be so on edge if he’d gotten off while he was blowing Noah. Or at least ducked into a bathroom to jerk off at some point. Instead he’d been left with his horniness building all day. He couldn’t take it much longer.
He took a long, shuddering breath and forced his dick to relax.
“Okay. Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Noah said. “Can I do more?”
“More?”
In answer, Noah smirked at Ramin. Then he dove right down and took Ramin into his mouth.
Oh, fuck.
Noah was giving him a blowjob.
Noah Bartlett was giving him a fucking blowjob.
Noah’s mouth was warm and slick. The pressure was… well, a little wrong. And the suction was nearly nonexistent. And Ramin hissed a time or two as Noah had trouble curling his beautiful lips over histeeth. But his tongue… well, it seemed to know what to do, caressing Ramin like a spoonful of gelato.
