Noah wished he could see Ramin’s face. What did Ramin see? He was clean, right? Did he look weird? What if he had a misshapen butthole? Was he hairy? Should he have trimmed? How did one go about trimming their butthole anyway?
Then Ramin’s warm hand rested on his lower back, lightly massaging the valley of his spine. Noah shivered and stopped worrying about the shape and hairiness of his butthole.
Ramin was touching him. Nothing else mattered.
“I’m going to try rimming you. That okay?” Ramin’s breath ghosted across his shoulders. “Tell me if I do anything you don’t like.”
“Okay.”
Noah’s heart hammered. Ramin’s hands moved down, cupping his glutes, kneading them before pulling them apart.
Ramin let out a soft gasp.
“Is everything okay?”
Noah could barely make out Ramin’s throaty voice over the pounding of his own heart. “Everything’s perfect.”
Noah didn’t know what could make a butt perfect. But then he pictured Ramin’s, and yeah, perfect might really be a thing. Maybe he could—
He forgot what he was thinking when he felt Ramin’s breath. Warm air, but it felt cool against Noah’s burning skin. Heat rising, the whisper of Ramin’s skin against his. The lightest scrape of stubble.
And then Ramin’s mouth was on him.
Oh.
Oh.
Noah groaned. His arms gave out and he smashed his face into his pillow.
He didn’t know it would feel likethis.
Sensation mounted, like nothing Noah had experienced before. He never knew he had so many nerve endings back there. It was warm yet cool, it was sharp yet soft, it was gentle yet intense.
It was pure pleasure. Teasing pleasure. Sparkling pleasure. Limb-quaking pleasure.
Ramin’s mouth was indescribable. Scratchy stubble, soft lips, delicate movements. His hands pried Noah’s glutes farther apart, the pointof Ramin’s nose resting on the little divot at the bottom of Noah’s spine, and then—
Then Ramin started using his tongue.
“Oh!” Noah didn’t mean to yelp, but the intense, unfamiliar sensation caught him off guard.
Ramin paused and drew back, and Noah ached at the absence.
“Green light, green light!” he grunted into his pillow.Please don’t let Ramin stop.
Ramin chuckled, and the breath against Noah’s most sensitive spot made him flex his erection, clenching hard. His perineum pulsed over and over. He clenched his teeth.
“Relax” came the whispered command, and Noah tried.
Ramin’s tongue was on him again. Hot and slick, slow and methodical, and any self-consciousness Noah had left was obliterated by the electric current running up his spine. His core flinched and shuddered and shook.
He couldn’t wait to try this on Ramin.
He’d always liked giving Angela oral sex. Liked seeing her lost in pleasure that was hers alone. And now, wow.
Wow.
Ramin’s tongue left his hole, tracing downward to press against Noah’s perineum, gently massage him there, and then it kept going down, a long wet slide along Noah’s balls, and then Ramin was pulling back his erection so he could trace the underside of it, too.
