“Okay.” Noah lubed himself up, picked Ramin’s leg back up with a wet, slippery hand. “You ready?”
Ramin nodded.
Noah pressed against his entrance, and Ramin shuddered at the feel of hot skin, the press of Noah’s wet, leaking cock against his yielding hole.
“Ahhh,” he sighed in a high register he didn’t know he could hit as Noah’s cock grazed his prostate again. Cold shot up his spine, his nervous system overwhelmed by the pleasure. He tried to keep his eyes open, but he couldn’t. They rolled up as he breathed in ecstasy.
“You feel amazing, baby,” Noah said. “You take this cock so well.”
Ramin clenched his sphincter to fight off the wave of pleasure that nearly had him coming. He loved when Noah talked all filthy.
“I’m yours.” Ramin groaned as Noah pulled out achingly slow and then thrust in fast. “All yours.”
Noah began fucking him in earnest, finding a solid rhythm, throwing in a little hip twist now and then, bending his knees to scrape against Ramin’s prostate, thrusting deep and holding it while he flexed his cock.
Noah rammed into him hard. Ramin’s back arched, eyes popping open in surprise.
“Oh my God,” he wailed. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
“I mean it, baby.” Noah’s pace picked up. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Me too,” Ramin whined. “I’ve wanted it for twenty years.”
“Yeah?” Noah’s smile turned cocky.
“I wanted your big strong wrestler cock.”
“That’s right, you did. Everyone thought you were a nerd, but I always knew you were a little slut.” Noah gave a hard thrust that made Ramin cry out again, a high keening that surprised even him.
It was so loud, so pure, so unexpected that Noah paused, a question in his eyes.
“Green light!” Ramin ground his ass back against Noah. “Use me.”
Noah’s fingers dug into Ramin’s legs.
“Then take this cock,” Noah growled. “Make me nut.”
Noah fucked him harder, pulling nearly all the way out before slamming back in. Cold fire burned deep within Ramin. His dick was aching, leaking a river of precum into his navel, trailing down his stretch marks to the towel below. His core was clenching up.
He reached for his dick. “I’m close.”
Noah smacked his hand away.
“You don’t come until I say you can.”
Warmth flared along Ramin’s entire body as he obeyed, as Noah kept working him, as his entire world contracted to the point where their bodies met.
“Oh God, Noah,” Ramin whined. “Your cock.”
He got that shimmery feeling between his legs as Noah’s dickheadgrazed his prostate again. Ramin hadn’t come hands-free in years—he’d been beyond astonished when Noah had—but he recognized the signs. His chest tightened. His ass muscles fluttered uncontrollably.
He didn’t know if he could obey Noah, not at this pace.
“Breed me,” Ramin groaned, hoping Noah liked dirty talk as much as he did, bearing down as hard as he could. “Get your nut.”
“Fuck,” Noah whispered, pleasure lighting his face from within as he slammed into Ramin and held it in, so deep. Ramin could feel the pulsing of his cock, the warm wetness deep inside as Noah came. Ramin’s head fell back to the bed, eyes closed as he savored the feeling.
Noah kept pumping, kept grinding his hips against Ramin, though his rhythm slowed a bit. “Good boy.”
