Bliss.
He held Ramin up, flexed involuntarily, felt the tight ring of Ramin’s muscle contract around him. Ramin grimaced and held on to Noah’s chest. Noah brought his hands up to hold Ramin’s butt, kneading the cheeks, pulling them apart, waiting for Ramin to breathe and keep going down.
“Fuck, Noah,” Ramin groaned as he began to settle.
Noah forced himself to keep still, because every muscle wanted to contract, thrust up, end the beautiful agony of Ramin’s torturous slide down his length. Ramin’s eyes were closed, his brow furrowed, as he paused and clenched all around Noah, the sensation driving the breath from Noah’s lungs.
“You okay?” he whispered. He was halfway in, but he’d felt himself hit some sort of barrier, a tightening that had Ramin wincing.
Ramin nodded, but he didn’t look okay. He was sweating. His eyes weren’t just closed, they were squeezed shut.
“I’m hurting you.”
“I’m fine,” Ramin grunted, but just then his hole spasmed around Noah. “How much is left?”
“Hey. Stop.”
Ramin shook his head, breathed deep, tried to go down again, but Noah held him up.
“Ramin. Baby. I’m hurting you.”
“I can handle it.”
“I can’t.” Noah felt his erection flagging.
“Fuck.” Ramin sighed and let Noah help him off. Noah’s penis fell heavy between his legs as Ramin settled back onto Noah’s stomach.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I thought I could take it. Iwantto take it.”
“It’s okay, baby.” Noah pulled Ramin down so they were chest to chest, wrapped him up in a hug. “I love you.”
“I love you,” Ramin said. “Damn it. Just give me a second. I’ll try again.”
“You don’t have to.” Noah wasn’t sure he could get hard enough to try again. At least not in that position. He couldn’t stand seeing Ramin in pain. “I know it’s big. We can do other things.”
“No. I need you to fuck me.” Ramin leveraged himself back up. He reached behind him, grabbed Noah’s length and started stroking him back to hardness, but he looked like he was getting ready to go off to war.
“Wait.” If they were going to do this, they had to do it a different way. “Let’s try something else. Here, get up. Get on your back.”
Noah didn’t have a lot of experience with guys—or with the back door—but he did, in fact, have experience. Enough to know how to help a partner open up their hips. Enough to know how to work his angles to bring them pleasure.
And yeah, maybe he’d also once seen a YouTube video with a unicorn that pooped rainbow sherbet when its hips and legs got in a better alignment.
So Noah stood at the foot of the bed. Ramin lay below him, breathing hard, a vision of beauty, and Noah might’ve sketched the scene, but Ramin was his and his alone. No one else got to see him like this.
Only Noah.
Noah grabbed Ramin’s feet and pulled him closer, hooked his arms under Ramin’s knees and spread them outward and forward, toward Ramin’s chest.
To his surprise, Ramin’s legs kept going and going until he was nearly in a split.
“Wow,” he breathed.
Ramin shrugged. “I do a lot of yoga.”
Noah took in the planes of Ramin’s body spread out beneath him. The secret part of him, pulsing, waiting.
“You are perfect.”
