If only Noah had known, he wouldn’t have waited so long.
Pressure mounted inside him. Warm and sharp, and Noah was flexing hard, his muscles contracting on their own, goosebumps breaking out along his skin, something shimmering deep inside him, building and building, a pinch, and—
“Mmmmmfuck,” Noah grunted, and then suddenly he was coming, he was coming, how on earth was he coming? He managed to open his eyes just enough to see himself unloading into the towel below, his penis flailing as it spurted his pleasure.
“Oh fuck, Noah,” Ramin groaned above him, and then he feltsomething hot and wet on his back too, and he came harder, nearly bursting apart with the feeling, with the knowledge that Ramin was getting off, too, coating Noah’s back with his lust.
Eventually Noah came back down to earth. Became aware he was a person, with limbs and skin and blood and twitching muscle and nerves that could deliver pleasure like he’d never known.
Ramin slowly withdrew his fingers.
“How was that?”
“That was…” Noah tried to find the words. “That was…”
Noah’s legs gave out, and he splayed out on the towel, right in his own mess.
“That was amazing,” he muttered. “And now I’m all sticky.”
“Yeah, you are,” Ramin said. “I hope it was okay that I…”
“Painted me?”
Ramin snorted.
“It was really hot.” Noah managed to get his hands under him. Push off the bed. The towel came with him in spots. “But I need another shower now.”
“Hm. If only there was someone who could help you with that.”
Noah carefully turned so he could see Ramin without spreading his mess everywhere. Ramin’s skin was flushed. He was shining, radiant.
They both were.
“So. How was your firstbutt stuff?”
Noah groaned and covered his face. “Don’t.”
“It was cute,” Ramin said. “Did you like it?”
“I did,” Noah said. He couldn’t wait to do it to Ramin. “I really did.”
“Good. Now come on. Let’s get cleaned up.”
thirty-six
Ramin
Ramin wasn’t much of a sex-twice-a-day person anymore, much less thrice-a-day. So he was shocked (and a little proud of himself) when he got hard again in the shower. He and Noah ended up kissing and grinding their erections together, Noah gripping them both with a soap-slicked hand, until they came again, spilling all over their stomachs, and Ramin’s dick felt like someone had taken sandpaper to it.
They behaved after that, though, barely even kissing as they washed and dried. Noah let Ramin have the sink first, so Ramin brushed his teeth, then moved on to his skincare while Noah started brushing, and they shared little glances in the mirror.
It felt cozy. Domestic. The kind of thing Ramin used to do with Todd. But fuck Todd. (Not literally.) Ramin always felt like he was trying to keep up with Todd, somehow. With Noah it was easy. Just sharing a nightly routine with someone you enjoyed spending time with. Laughing as your elbows bumped, as you made weird faces while you flossed, as your eyes met in the mirror and you smiled for no other reason than you were happy to be together.
Ramin left Noah in the bathroom and pulled on some underwear, because he felt weird saying his prayers naked. He still had his eyes closed when Noah emerged, voice muffled by his night guard.
“Will it bother you if I call Jake?”
Ramin finished his prayer and shook his head. “Let me pull on a shirt.”
