It could have been humiliating. Some men would have made fun of him for it, but not Noah. No, Noah was too busy fighting off his own orgasm, if his incredibly sexy little noises and the strain on his face were to be believed.
That knowledge helped. Darien wanted to do everything with Noah, but he knew there was no way that his body would allow that to happen. So he just relaxed into it, into the movements of their hips together, the intoxicating way that their cocks slid and rubbed together. And when it happened, when the pleasure overwhelmed him, he let it build and let his muscles tense up as the most pure pleasure that he’d ever felt radiated through him and he spilled against Noah’s smooth body.
He let himself come, and he tried to have faith that this would happen again. That he had time for there to be more, that no matter why Noah was here, he wouldn’t just disappear into thin air once they’d both come once.
He had to believe that, or he would have had to keep fighting his own body until he just couldn’t anymore. He would rather never come at all than lose Noah forever.
Noah was right there with him, and the other young man tensed up, slender body writhing and pulsing against Darien’s. He felt a hot gush of fluid, Noah’s come, over his own hips, and it mingled with his own fluids on their bodies. For one brief moment, it was like they had become one person, like he and Noah were really together, like Darien had gone back into time and fixed what he’d broken by leaving in the first place.
“Noah,” he whispered, pulling back to look into Noah’s eyes. The other man was shaking, but that was okay, because Darien was, too. Nothing he’d ever done before had been anything near as intense as that. It all felt, in comparison, like play, fun and pleasant but nothing more.
That was all he said, just Noah’s name, but for a split second, he felt hope as he saw a flare in Noah’s eyes, like he somehow understood. It was too much to hope for, and yet, Darien hoped anyway.
For a long, flawless moment, neither of them moved at all. They just stayed there, staring into each other’s eyes, and it was enough. Maybe it wouldn’t be enough tomorrow. Maybe it wouldn’t be enough in five minutes. But for the moment, Darien let himself relax into it, let the warm glow of satisfied pleasure sink through him, grounding him and binding him ever more firmly to the other man.
There was so much he wanted to say. That he should never have left, for instance. That he wanted Noah to stay. That he wanted to give this thing between them a try like he should have done ages ago.
For the moment, though, there was surely no urgency about it? Anyway, it was nothing but the heat of the moment. Darien didn’t want anything serious. Sex, yes, that he wanted, but not intimacy. Not a relationship, no matter what he sometimes thought and felt.
He closed his eyes and breathed Noah’s musky scent in, smelling the sharpness of his sweat and the tang of their combined fluids on his body.
There was no rush, he told himself, and for a moment, he even believed it.
