“I know.”
“But I do really, really, really love your body, too.”
Ramin beamed up at him. Noah dropped another kiss onto his collarbone.
“You are a miracle.”
He shifted them so Ramin was lying lengthwise on the couch, then lowered himself to pin Ramin down. He trailed soft kisses along Ramin’s jaw, along his neck, up to the corner of his mouth.
Sunlight turned Ramin golden, and Noah felt like he was full of light, too. Like it was spilling out of his heart.
He was in love with Ramin, and Ramin was in love with him, and he was going to show Ramin just how much.
Ramin’s skin tasted of clean soap and citrus cologne. His mouth had hints of espresso and butter and pastry and sex.
Noah could kiss Ramin forever and never get tired of it.
He cradled Ramin’s face, but Ramin twisted and sucked Noah’s thumb into his mouth. Noah felt the hot, wet sensation between his legs. He fought back a grunt of pleasure.
“Oh, baby,” he said instead.
“Tell me what you want,” Ramin said around Noah’s thumb.
“I want whatever you want.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I don’t—”
“Trust me to be honest with me. Trust me to be selfish with me.” Ramin’s eyes burned into him. “Take what you want. It’s yours.”
Noah shuddered.
Noah had spent so much of his life never asking for what he wanted. And Ramindidask him.
Noah hardened his voice.
“Get on the floor and suck my cock,” Noah said, embarrassed and turned on by his own vulgarity. Ramin shivered beneath him. He liked it when Noah talked dirty. “Use your throat and get me ready to fuck you.”
Noah couldn’t believe what had just come out of his mouth. But the look Ramin gave him just then?
Noah felt it in his blood.
Ramin slithered out from under him. Noah sat up, arms splayed over the back of the couch, as Ramin sank to the floor in front of him, taking a moment to stick one of the decorative pillows under his knees. He reached for Noah’s zipper, but Noah was too hard in his shorts, his erection caught at a weird angle, and the zipper wouldn’t go down.
Ramin let out a little whine then, like he needed this. And maybe he did.
Maybe Noah did, too. He lifted up his hips, and that was all the help Ramin needed.
“Good boy,” he said, once Ramin got his fly open.
The words were barely out of his mouth before Ramin planted hiswarm lips on Noah’s boxers, right where his erection was trapped against his thigh. He flexed against Ramin’s lips. Ramin traced the shape of him, kissing, sucking, gently biting, until he found Noah’s head and gave a harder suck that had Noah nearly floating off the couch cushions.
“Ramin,” he whimpered. But then he remembered who was in charge here. Ramin liked being told what to do. And Noah liked telling him. He liked the way Ramin reacted when he talked dirty, even though it was unfamiliar and thrilling. He liked that he could give Ramin everything he had, that Raminwantedeverything he had.
Yeah, maybe he did have a bit of a martyr complex, sometimes. But here? Now?
He’d take what he wanted and trust Ramin to tell him if it got to be too much.
