Ramin flushed with pleasure.
“Ready to try again?”
Ramin nodded.
Noah pressed forward, breaching Ramin’s entrance, studying Ramin’s face for any sign of pain, but with his hips elevated and his legs splayed, he let Noah in more smoothly.
More deeply.
Noah savored the heat, the squeeze, as he pressed slowly, inexorably into Ramin’s core, but Ramin never flinched. If anything, he looked surprised, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open, as Noah sank into him.
Noah felt that internal barrier again, but this time it yielded. Ramin let out a long, high note, a keening cry of pleasure so pure, so sexy, it had Noah clamping down on his urge to climax.
And then he was in, all the way to the hilt, his balls resting against the base of Ramin’s spine. Ramin was hot all around him, clenching rhythmically, not in pain as far as Noah could tell, but in pleasure. In desire.
“Oh, fuck, Noah,” he sighed.
“I’m all the way in you, baby.” Noah flexed himself, felt Ramin’s internal muscles flutter all around him. He pressed a hand into Ramin’s lower stomach. “Can you feel it?”
“I can feel it,” Ramin gasped. “God, can you feel yourself?”
Noah couldn’t, not really. He was pretty sure that was a myth.
Still, he flexed again, pressed down harder.
“Fuck, Noah.” Ramin’s head rolled back.
Noah backed off a bit, pushed in again slowly, experimenting with his angle, trying to find Ramin’s prostate. He leaned over to kiss Ramin’s knee, the closest bit of skin he could reach. “You’re perfect.”
“So full,” Ramin muttered. “God, Noah.”
“You ready for me?”
“I’m ready.” Ramin met his eyes. Desire and determination made them sharp as emeralds. “Now fuck me.”
forty-three
Ramin
This was not how Ramin expected his day to go.
He hoped he’d get to talk to Noah. Dared to dream Noah loved him back. But this?
God, this was beyond dreaming.
He’d prepped this morning, prepped long and thorough, spurred by what Arya liked to call the Dixth Sense—that feeling that maybe, just maybe, if all the stars aligned into a perfect phallic constellation, you might get fucked. But he hadn’t believed it would really happen.
And now here he was, on his back, impaled on Noah’s cock.
The first time Ramin saw it, he hadn’t thought it was an asswrecker. He’d managed it in his throat just fine, after all. Three times now. But after feeling it spread him open, he was forced to conclude he might have miscalculated.
Was he too old to take up poppers? Were poppers even legal in the EU?
Anxiety and anticipation had warred in him as he’d rolled the XXL condom down Noah’s cock. What if Noah didn’t actually know how to use it?
He needn’t have worried, though. Noah was gentle and patient, more than Ramin had been. Usually riding worked for him, even with bigger dicks, but he’d clenched up as soon as Noah breached him.
But now? This? His legs splayed, his hips raised, Noah standing over him with an ecstatic light in his eyes?
