Noah whined, from the pressure of having his member bent backward, from the scintillating pleasure radiating from his core, from wanting more, more, more.
Ramin took Noah’s head into his mouth, sucked the dew off the end, but he didn’t linger, and he certainly didn’t go all the way down like he had back in the train station, when Noah thought he might die and go to heaven in Ramin’s throat.
He sucked, he licked, and then he was kissing his way back up, and nuzzling Noah’s balls, grazing teeth along Noah’s soft skin, and thenhe was right back where he started, and Noah thrived around Ramin’s mouth. Something in him gave, and he let out a heavy breath, and then Ramin’s tongue somehow went even deeper.
He moaned into the pillow. He was pretty sure he was drooling.
Then Ramin paused. His ran his hands from Noah’s butt up to his back, gently massaging.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered. “You think you’re ready for a finger?”
Noah’s legs quaked. “Green light,” he gasped. His erection flexed, swinging back and forth beneath him like some fleshy pendulum. He’d never been so hard, never been so achingly aware of his own arousal.
Noah heard the soft plastic click of a bottle, felt himself clench up a little, tried to breathe, but his heart was beating too hard and fast for him to find any calm.
Wet. Cold. Noah flinched.
“Just relax,” Ramin cooed somewhere above him. “Push out a little if you can.”
Noah breathed deep and pushed out, though he had the sudden, vivid mental image of accidentally farting. It was so strong he clenched up and started giggling.
“What’s so funny?” Noah could hear the smile in Ramin’s voice.
“I hope I don’t fart on you.”
Ramin snickered. “Bodies are weird. Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
“Okay.” Noah took a deep breath and tried to relax again. He only jolted a little bit as a wet finger touched him, circled his hole. His breath hitched as Ramin’s thumb massaged his perineum. Noah savored the touch, even as one of Ramin’s slender fingers found his opening and pressed.
Noah did what Ramin suggested, pushing out just a bit, andoh. With a single gasp, Ramin was inside him. It was a strange sensation. Not bad, but different. Different even than Ramin’s mouth had been. Full. Noah’s body didn’t quite know what to do about it, except squirm a bit, and then clamp down involuntarily.
“Okay?” Ramin asked. “That’s normal.”
“Okay,” Noah agreed, as Ramin moved in and out, gently but firmly, angling his finger to press against Noah’s walls, and okay, yeah, that was feeling good. Foreign but good.
Ramin pressed at him with another finger, and this time the pressure was a little uncomfortable.
“Yellow light,” Noah said. Ramin waited, his fingers inside Noah. Pain and pleasure mingled, and deep inside something was sparking. Noah didn’t know how to describe it.
He only knew he wanted more.
“Green light.”
All the world contracted to those two fingers inside him.
Those fingershooked, and that spark got brighter.
“Oh!” Noah gasped as his insides lit up. He thought he might levitate off the bed.
Ramin did it again. Noah’s erection flexed so hard it smacked his abdomen. He felt his balls drawing up.
“Is that my prostate?” Noah managed to gasp.
“Yup.” Ramin kept moving his fingers. Massaging. Teasing.
Holy crap. Noah had no idea.Noidea.
None of his doctors had ever given him a prostate exam, even at his physicals. Apparently they could do that sort of thing with a blood test now instead.
