“How do you want me to get you ready?” Noah breathed.
“You don’t… I can do it.”
Noah paused his grinding and pushed up so he could actually see Ramin’s face.
“What?”
“It’s all still new for you, you don’t have to…”
“Baby.” Noah’s chest clenched. “You take care of me. I take care of you. That’s how it works.”
“I know, but eating ass…”
“I want to.” Noah held Ramin’s eyes. “I want to make you feel good the way you made me feel good.”
Ramin bit his swollen lips, but he nodded.
Noah grinned and dove in.
Not for Ramin’s hole, not yet. First he licked along Ramin’s jaw, down into his collarbone. He kissed Ramin’s chest, tracing the wings of his tattoo. He found his way to Ramin’s left nipple and gave it a hard suck. Ramin didn’t respond, though, other than a grunt.
Interesting. Noah’s own nipples were pretty sensitive.
He’d have to experiment more.
But not now, not when his erection was aching and leaking onto the covers.
“Crap!” He leaned up. “Towel!”
Ramin furrowed his brow. “Huh?”
“Uh. Sex towel?”
Understanding dawned on Ramin’s face. He chuckled. “Bathroom.”
Noah moved faster than he’d ever moved in his life. He grabbed the first towel he could find, snagged his backpack for condoms and lube while he was at it. He laid the towel down and helped Ramin settle onto it.
“Now. Where was I?”
He sucked on Ramin’s other nipple—more for completion’s sake than anything, because that didn’t seem to do anything for Ramin, either—then followed a path down Ramin’s stomach to his happy trail. He traced Ramin’s erection, planted kisses in the valleys of his thighs, nuzzled his balls. Ramin’s breath hitched at every touch of Noah’s tongue, every soft kiss and languid lick. Noah felt Ramin leaking against his cheek, leaned up to suck off the dew as he stared into Ramin’s face.
He loved the way Ramin’s eyelids fluttered. The way his face opened up.
“Please,” Ramin pleaded, and Noah’s core clenched at the sound.
So he moved lower, kissing Ramin’s dimpled hips before hiking them upward to get at Ramin’s hole.
Noah’s breath hitched as he took in the slick ring of muscle awaitinghim. It fluttered with Ramin’s breath, nestled in coarse black hair, then winked as Ramin tensed. It smelled clean and sweaty and earthy and so utterly Ramin.
Noah forgot how to speak.
“Is it okay?” Ramin asked softly, nervously.
It was beautiful.
It was perfect.
Noah didn’t have the words to answer. Instead, he dove in and planted his mouth on Ramin’s tender flesh.
