“I wanted you since I saw you in that gelato shop.”
Ramin could barely breathe. “Really?”
“Can’t you tell?”
Ramin slid his hand lower, and fuck.
Fuck.
He could tell.
Noah’s breath hitched as Ramin wrapped his hand around his cock. It was hot and hard, the tight skin silky smooth. And it was big.
Very big.
Ramin’s fingertips barely met around it.
“Fuck, it’s true,” he murmured.
Noah shivered at his touch. Ramin gave him a tentative stroke down his full length to cradle his heavy balls.
“What’s true?”
Ramin swallowed. His own dick jumped.
“Your dick is huge.”
Noah huffed. “You heard about that?”
“Everyoneheard about it.”
“You never said anything.”
Ramin stroked Noah again, tighter this time, a languid slide up to twist around Noah’s head. Noah gasped.
“What was I supposed to say? I thought I was straight.” Ramin fought with Noah’s waistband to finally free him. Gave him another long stroke. “I thought you were, too.”
“I’m bi,” Noah sighed. “Oh, Ramin…”
Noah was bi?Holy shit. Ramin needed to process that. Needed to reevaluate every single interaction he’d ever had with Noah.
But first he needed to get him off.
“You like this?” he whispered in Noah’s ear.
“Uh-huh.”
Ramin traced his thumb along Noah’s circumcision scar. Ran it up to collect the honey that had begun oozing. God he wanted to taste it.
Fuck it. He was on PrEP.
Noah whimpered as Ramin released him, licked the salty sweetness off his thumb. “How long has it been since someone did this for you?”
“I haven’t been with anyone since the divorce.”
Two years? That was practically a crime against humanity.
It was Ramin’s solemn, moral duty to break that drought.
