Ramin drew a sharp breath and then let it out in a low moan. Noah hummed in delight. He remembered the way it had felt when Ramin rimmed him. The teasing passes of the tongue, the jolts of pleasure from a particularly sensitive spot, the heat, the rasp of stubble against secret skin.
He’d always liked eating Angela out, back when they were together, and was pleased that his skills translated here, though things were different, too. Ramin didn’t turn wetter as Noah worked, but Noah could still feel him relaxing, unclenching, blossoming. His opening pulsed and twitched with Noah’s every move. His legs quivered in Noah’s hands.
“Noah,” he sighed.
Noah smiled, rolled his tongue to plunge it in, and Ramin cried out, struggling against Noah’s grip, but Noah held him firm. He only relented when Ramin whimpered.
Noah trailed kisses up Ramin’s thighs and stole a glance at Ramin’s face.
His eyes were rolled back. His cheeks glowed red. His nostrils flared. His mouth was slack. His pink chest rose and fell.
Noah just grinned in satisfaction before going back down, drinking in Ramin’s guttural groans, his fevered cries, his ecstatic yelps.
“I’m ready,” Ramin gasped.
Noah paused. “Hm?”
“Fuck me.”
Noah lowered Ramin’s hips and placed his thumb at Ramin’s warm entrance. “What about fingers?”
He really wanted to feel Ramin wrapped around his fingers.
But Ramin shook his head. His voice dripped with need. “Please, Noah.”
Noah’s erection flexed, snapping the string of precum dripping to the towel below. His core clenched up in anticipation.
“How do you want to do this?”
“Lie down. Let me ride you.” Ramin leaned up a bit, then muttered, “Shit.”
“What?”
“Condoms. Lube.”
“Right here, baby.” Noah leaned over to grab them from his backpack.
“I love you.” Ramin guided Noah down onto his back, fixed the towel where it had bunched up. “So much.”
“I love you,” Noah said, flexing his penis as Ramin grabbed it. He’d dried up some, but he was still achingly hard. Ready.
Ramin straddled him, and Noah relished the weight, the feel of skin against skin, the heat as his crown grazed Ramin’s hole. Ramin plucked the condom from Noah’s hand, swallowed as he unwrapped it and rolled it down Noah’s length. Noah sighed with bliss as Ramin smeared lube all over it.
“Gimme some of that,” he said, wetting his fingers and reaching back. Ramin said he didn’t need to be fingered, but he couldn’t begrudge Noah lubing him, could he?
He could not, as his erection flexed and leaked against Noah’s stomach.
“Okay.” Ramin braced his hands on Noah’s chest. “Ready?”
Noah had never been more ready for anything in his life.
“Are you?”
In response, Ramin took Noah’s erection and held it upright. Heshifted up, angling his hips. Brought Noah up to his waiting hole and began to sink.
“Oh,” Noah gasped as he breached Ramin’s entrance.
Heat. Pressure.
