He saw the flinch, the way Ramin clenched his core for a second, before relaxing. He knew he couldn’t fix Ramin, knew Ramin didn’tneedfixing, but he swore to himself he’d spend every day telling Ramin just how beautiful he was.
Ramin’s gaze fell on Noah’s skin like a blow, trailing up, up, up, from Noah’s toes, lingering on his twitching erection, caressing his chest, and on to his face. Ramin’s eyes burned like jade fire.
“Fuuuuck me,” Ramin whispered, low and slow, and Noah hardened even more.
Noah shifted his weight, tried to give a cocky grin, but it probably just looked goofy. “I thought we agreed that was off the table.”
Ramin snorted. “Grab a towel.”
“A towel?”
“Just in case.”
“Right.” Just in case of mess.
Noah reached back into the bathroom, grabbed a clean towel, flung it into the bed, and jumped on top. He pulled Ramin onto him so they could kiss, so they could grind their naked bodies together, so he could feel every bit of Ramin. And Ramin was feeling every bit of him, too, hands tracing Noah’s chest and stomach, following the valleys of his abdominal muscles. They weren’t as cut as they used to be back in Noah’s Hollister days, but then, he actually used them now. He didn’t work out to look a certain way. He worked out so he could do the work he needed to do, have the fun he wanted to have. Load and unload lumber. Chase Jake around a park.
Make love to a beautiful, beautiful man.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Ramin said as his hand slid farther down, teasing Noah’s bush. It was a lot fuller than Ramin’s, and he suddenly wondered if he should start trimming, but before he could ask, Ramin’s hand wrapped around his erection.
Ramin’s hands were perfect. Warm and strong and dexterous, trailing smooth pleasure in their wake. Noah groaned.
He reached for Ramin’s sex, too, found it waiting for him hard and leaking. He stroked it with one hand, while his other held Ramin’s neck, keeping their lips locked together. This wasn’t like Milan, where they’d furtively kissed and hoped Jake didn’t hear them. It wasn’t like the train station, where the kissing was part of aftercare. It wasn’t even like this afternoon, when they’d crashed together, desperate to finally, finally be alone.
No, this was a slow, simmering passion that finally had time to blossom. To take its time.
Noah traced Ramin’s lips and jaw, seeking out every spot that made him tremble. Ramin discovered that spot below Noah’s jaw that always made him tingle with euphoria.
Noah’s core was clenching, his erection pulsing in time with their kisses. If they kept this up, they’d never get to the butt stuff. He’d come all over Ramin.
Actually, that sounded kind of hot. He wouldn’t mind the chance to paint Ramin’s face, but not tonight.
He sighed and broke the kiss. Ramin’s lips chased his for a moment as he fell back to the bed.
“Hey,” he said, trying again for a cocky grin and getting a little closer this time. He didn’t want Ramin to see his nerves, only his excitement.
Ramin licked his lips. “Hey.”
“How do you want me?”
Ramin stared down at him, exposed and flushed and breathing hard, his penis lying heavy and twitching against his right thigh. Ramin looked like he wanted to devour Noah.
Noah was ready to be devoured.
Finally Ramin spoke. “Are you comfortable on all fours?”
“Like doggie style?”
Ramin quirked an eyebrow.
Noah rolled his eyes. “Idoknow what doggie style is.”
Just because Noah had never had a finger up his butt, it didn’t mean he wasthatsheltered.
He rolled over and got onto all fours. His knee only crackled a little bit. “This okay?”
“Perfect,” Ramin said softly.
