Ezra lost his shoes in the dark, kicking them off and wrapping himself tightly around Raum and refusing to let go. Raum sucked on his neck right below his ear and Ezra gasped and whined, needing more.
They pushed through a partially open door and then Ezra was on his back on a comfortable bed, Raum on top of him and between his legs, his heavy weight pushing him down into the bedding. It was dark in the room, but light came in from the windows over the bed, illuminating the space just enough that Ezra could mostly make out the room and Raum on top of him.
Ezra gasped and arched up into Raum, needing more, grinding his hips so their groins rubbed over each other, and Ezra cried out in needy approval when he felt Raum’s thick, hard cock line up with his through their pants.
“Naked, now, please,” Ezra gasped out as Raum sucked on his neck right below his ear, making Ezra jerk in an involuntary reaction from head to toe as his nerves lit up.
Raum chuckled, lifting up on his knees, braid coming free from its tie, long hair falling unrestrained over his shoulders as he grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled his top off. Ezra gasped in shock and fire lit up his body at the sight of a chiseled frame, gorgeous muscles and endless expanses of smooth skin, turned moonlight-silver under the light from the windows.
Raum was deliciously built and Ezra wanted to nibble on every inch.
Big hands went to Raum’s waistband, and he opened the closure with a snap, which galvanized Ezra into stripping off his own clothes. Raum rolled away long enough to shuck his pants and underwear, and Ezra matched his speed, tossing aside his clothes into the shadows around the bed, uncaring where they landed.
Ezra had never stripped so quickly in his life, and he suddenly found himself beneath Raum once the last sock was gone, hot, naked skin and hard muscles sliding across his body, Ezra’s hands mapping out the dips and valleys on Raum’s torso, humming in appreciation.
He wasn’t out of shape, he didn’t think—Ezra’s career kept him fit, and he was blessed with a good metabolism, but he was by no means as defined as Raum, and Ezra marveled at the hungry way Raum sucked and nibbled across Ezra’s neck and chest, leaving little love bites in his wake, as if he couldn’t get enough of Ezra’s taste.
Raum braced his arms on either side of Ezra’s head and looked down at him with hungry eyes and an intense expression. “Tell me what you want.”
Ezra rolled his hips so their cocks brushed against each other, making them both moan. “I want you to fuck me, please.” He clung to Raum’s shoulders and tugged him down so he could capture that lush mouth in a deep kiss. “I need you to fuck me.”
“I’ll give you what you need,” Raum promised between kisses. He slid down the bed, kissing down Ezra’s chest and abdomen, wet kisses full of nibbles and sucking, making Ezra twitch and gasp in delight.
Big hands spread his thighs and Ezra lifted his head to watch as Raum pressed his face to Ezra’s groin, breathing in deeply, lips brushing the side of his aching cock, making Ezra whimper. His hands found their way into the long, thick hair on Raum’s head, trying to be gentle and not pull too hard, wanting to guide that hot mouth to his cock.
“Did you shower before our date?” Raum asked casually, making Ezra frown in confusion.
“Yes, why…?” Ezra said, and all thoughts of a blowjob left his head as Raum gave him a wicked grin.
With a soft kiss to the weeping head of Ezra’s cock, Raum slid down farther and grabbed his hips, angling his pelvis up, and Ezra shouted when a hot, wet tongue touched his hole.
None of his hookups had ever done that before.
“What—I, I’ve never—” Ezra struggled to talk, his brain a jumble of shock and arousal. A nimble tongue lathed at his entrance before the tip teased his hole, pushing in just a bit.
“Do you want me to stop?” Raum asked, looking up at Ezra over his body. His grin was wicked, his eyes glowing the faintest bit, a golden hue that fascinated Ezra for a split second before that naughty tongue lapped at his hole again.
“Holy Hecate, don’t stop,” Ezra sobbed out. “Please.”
Raum pushed on the back of Ezra’s thighs, lifting his legs over Raum’s shoulders, Ezra letting his thighs fall open, helplessto stop the keening wail falling from his lips as Raum ate him out.
Heat seared through his core, flushing over his chest, sweat beading, his muscles twitching each time Raum lapped at his hole, tugging with the tip of his tongue on the rim, loosening Ezra with each dip inside the heart of him, and Ezra was helpless, hot tears running from his eyes down his cheeks.
Ezra gripped the bedding tight in his fists and gave himself over to the pleasure, so hard it hurt, cock leaking precum and flushed red against his belly, balls lifted and ready to come.
A knowing hand slid over his hip and gripped the base of his cock, staving off his orgasm, and Ezra cried out in frustration and pleasure, outright sobbing. Raum knew when he was about to come with a precision that left Ezra shivering in denied release.
He whimpered. “Please, please, please.”
Raum lifted his head, kissing the inside of Ezra’s thigh. His eyes were glowing a molten gold, bright in the darkness of the room.
Raum crawled up the bed over Ezra, lips nipping, and Ezra sobbed in frustration each time, tugging on that long hair to encourage Raum to move faster. “Please!”
Raum chuckled, not at all bothered by the hair-pulling or Ezra’s impatience, and he reached over to the nightstand and opened the top drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube.
Ezra whined and opened his legs as wide as he could, one hand going to his cock and squeezing, so hard he nearly came, and he breathed slowly, easing himself back from the edge. “You better hurry—I’m so close.”
“As you wish,” Raum said, and fingers coated in lube touched his sensitive hole, swirling around the relaxed muscle before easing inside.
