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Luca expected things to be a mite awkward after he asked Noe, or at least he felt a little awkward while nervously awaiting a response. It was only for a split second, though, because Noe dove into things with such enthusiasm that awkwardness didn’t have a chance to squeeze in edgewise.

In fact, Noe tossed his glasses onto the table, and they had shirts off and pants open before Luca fully registered Noe in his lap.

Such a delight to kiss this man, truly. Noe made this soft humming noise of helpless delight when Luca kissed him—more felt than heard. Luca was thrilled by it.

Noe’s hand wrapped around his dick and gave it a soft squeeze and Luca almost lost the thread for a moment. Why had that felt so impossibly good? He was used to his own hand, so he hadn’t thought the feel of Noe’s would make much of a difference, but it had. His hand was definitely masculine with its calluses, and Luca found that, while different, he liked it. Noe certainly knew how to best please, and Luca shuddered as pleasure started moving along his nerves in waves.

Determined to give back, he slid his own hand around Noe’s length and gave it an experimental stroke. A soft gasp against his mouth showed Noe liked it too. Excellent response. How could he get more? More gasps, more sighs, more of those shuddery breaths as if Noe’s breathing had hiccuped?

No, this wasn’t awkward or distasteful like Luca had feared. Rather, the intimacy was something entirely different, and touching Noe like this had opened another door for Luca. He wanted…more. His entire body craved more, wanting Noe’s skin pressed against his in the most intimate way possible.

There was likely some kind of etiquette for this, although of course Luca wouldn’t know a word of it, which should have stayed his hand at least somewhat. But he didn’t let it. Noe knew him inexperienced with men. He was sure to forgive whatever misstep Luca made. That said, he had to ask.

Breaking the kiss, he kept stroking Noe’s length, watching as his eyes went hazy with lust. Damn, he was alluring. Luca must have been blind to not see it before.

“Noe. I’m…I need more.”

“With pleasure.” Noe quickly paired the words with a delighted smile. “I’d like nothing better. I’m trying to not overwhelm you, so if you want to try anything, just tell me. I’m not sure how to judge your limits.”

Completely fair, considering Luca wasn’t sure where his own limits were at this point.

Noe shimmied off his lap, which Luca was about to protest until he squirmed down to an almost prone position. He took Luca’s shaft into his mouth, and the first wet suction felt like bliss. Luca closed his eyes so he could focus on the feeling, nerves shuddering when an agile tongue played with the slit. Damn, Noe was good at this. Luca’s fingers stole into his fair hair, tangling at the nape, and he groaned as Noe slowly deep throated him.

If he did that again, Luca was going to embarrass himself. He just knew it.

Feeling the wet heat surrounding his shaft made him want something else, though. Something he’d been thinking about for days. He fought his instincts, not sure whether to push for more, but in the end couldn’t seem to cage his curiosity.

“N-Noe? Can I be inside you?”

Noe lifted his head immediately, eyes wide, for once not hiding behind glasses. “You want to try penetrative sex?”

“Yes.” Luca held his breath while waiting for an answer.

Noe’s smile was quite the answer. “I’d love to.”

Being friends with Sho for so many years had meant whispers and drunk talk, so Luca knew a tiny bit about this process. Enough to ask, “Oil?”

“I have some in my chest.”

At least he had something on hand. Otherwise, they’d have had to switch tactics.

He reluctantly let go so Noe could fetch the oil. Noe seemed equally reluctant to let go as he stood, but he apparently wasn’t shy, kicking off pants and then stripping off socks before fetching the oil. Bending over the chest gave Luca quite the view. It made him realize all over again that he’d be inside Noe’s ass shortly, pounding into it, and a tightness developed in his groin. That thought was far too alluring, and his own desire surprised him.

He rose like a man hypnotized, eyes glued to rather pert globes, so pale and smooth. On some level he was aware of his hands shucking pants and socks, but Noe had his full attention. Acres of snowy white skin with only the mellow lighting of the lantern hanging nearby to illuminate it all. How could a man be so incredibly tantalizing?

In a long stride, Luca crossed the distance between them, his hands reaching for that ass and giving it a squeeze.

Noe’s head tipped back, a smile tilting his mouth up in a delighted curve. “I can prep myself.”

“No. Guide me through it.” Luca was very curious how it felt, for one. For another, it just felt like something he wanted to do.

“Then…” A hint of color built on Noe’s cheeks. “Um, coat a finger in oil and start stretching me.”

Luca immediately coated his index finger and slipped it between those cheeks, finding the taut ring and slipping carefully inside.

Noe shuddered and made a breathless noise, which immediately pushed a button in Luca he hadn’t known existed. The next glide in and out of his finger had Noe making a similar noise, eyes slipping shut. Noe’s hands fumbled, finding the edge of the chest of drawers, and he leaned forward, trusting his body weight to the furniture.

Oh, much better. The angle was better. Luca loved the feeling of this tight, hot channel squeezing his finger, but now he worried about Noe being able to take him on. Not to brag, but Luca was quite endowed.

“S-second finger,” Noe directed. “Scissor them a little, too.”

Luca poured more oil on a second finger and hesitantly slid it in. It took better than he thought, like Noe’s channel was used to such. Well, he likely was. Luca scissored and stretched as dictated and felt the channel start to loosen. He worried about hurting Noe, but surely he would redirect Luca if needed.

Leaning in, he pressed kisses against Noe’s temple, cheek, right under his ear. He wanted to be closer to this man, hear those breathless sighs. It was like a heady drug, hearing and feeling Noe’s enjoyment.

“Third.” This was said more on a whine.

Oh, someone was becoming desperate. Wicked delight filled Luca even as he pushed the third finger in. Then a fourth, just in case, as he was on the larger side. He felt Noe could take him right now, but he wasn’t sure if his judgment was correct or if he was that desperate to be inside the man right now.

“Can I take you now?”

Noe may have been beyond words because he only nodded frantically.

Well, then. Luca rubbed some oil onto himself, put the oil aside, and then positioned himself. Some part of him was nervous—he didn’t want to tear Noe—but he trusted the more experienced one to know if they shouldn’t be doing this.

“You’ll say something if I hurt you? I promise to stop.”

Noe cast him a sassy look over his shoulder. “Oh, I can take you.”

Challenge very much accepted.

With one hand on his own dick, he guided himself into Noe’s lovely, hot channel. He closed his eyes in bliss as he sank in. Gods damn but this felt amazing. Different and yet similar to taking a woman. Luca wasn’t even fully seated yet and could already confidently state he loved every second of this and would absolutely do it again. Repetitively.

Noe vocalized his own delight with a groan of pure pleasure and perhaps a bite of pain.

“All right?” Luca wasn’t sure how he was able to brain enough to talk—something of a miracle just then.

“Don’t stop,” Noe pleaded.

Oh, he had no intention of stopping.

The second he bottomed out, he had to pause, otherwise he’d embarrass himself immediately. But that second was all Luca’s instincts could manage. He was dying to move—everything in him craved movement—and he found himself sliding back and thrusting in without making any conscious decision.

A soft “ ah ” slipped from Noe’s throat, then again when Luca thrust in a little harder.

Yes, they both liked this very much. Fucking and being fucked. Luca’s hands landed on Noe’s hips, holding on even as his thrusts picked up power and speed. Noe moved with him, synced with his rhythm, and it was perfection.

Somehow, Luca needed more. He needed more contact. This wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough.

On instinct, Luca slid a hand under one of Noe’s thighs and lifted it up, forcing the man upright and back against him, trusting his full body weight to Luca. Noe’s hand shot back, grabbing Luca’s neck for balance, fingers tangling in Luca’s hair. Luca liked the slight tugging of those slender fingers.

“Harder,” Noe begged. “Fuck me harder.”

Harder, was it? Oh, that he’d do with pleasure.

Luca’s next thrust slammed into Noe without mercy, sending the man right up onto his toes, and his pants became an aborted cry. Luca immediately became addicted to the sound and kept thrusting hard, trying to wring it out of Noe again and sometimes succeeding.

His eyes fell to Noe’s dick, which was so hard it wept precum. Seeing his obvious signs of enjoyment made the sex that much hotter.

“You want to come, don’t you?” The question came out like a growl, panted against Noe’s temple.

Noe fumbled, grabbed Luca’s other hand still latched onto his hip, and directed Luca to stroke him. Answer enough.

He started jacking Noe in time with his thrusts and watched, felt, heard as Noe became completely undone. A hoarse shout erupted from his throat as he came hard all over Luca’s fingers, his channel clamping down on Luca’s dick.

As exquisite as it felt, Luca wasn’t quite ready to come yet. Partially because he was enjoying this too much to quit now. He did feel the tremble in Noe’s leg, though, and knew the man couldn’t trust it even with most of his body weight on Luca.

Making a snap decision, he pulled out, turned Noe around, and hefted him onto the chest. It was just the right height to make this feasible. Noe accepted the manhandling without protest, a bit confused until Luca had his legs spread to either side and slid right back into him.

Noe grabbed him by the arms, pulling him in tighter, eyes heavy lidded as Luca kept fucking into him. Something about his expression drew Luca in even more. He leaned in, snagging Noe’s mouth, needing a kiss more than air. Noe kissed back immediately, hands wrapping around Luca’s neck, the kiss aggressive with nips of teeth and a dominating tongue.

It felt entirely too good, kissing and fucking like this, and it spelled the end for Luca. He barely felt a telltale tingle before he climaxed hard inside, the last few thrusts erratic as he spilled every drop of his seed into Noe.

For a moment, he just pillowed his head on Noe’s shoulder, trying to catch his breath. Damn. Just…damn. He had absolutely gotten more than he bargained for. This entire experience had been mind-blowing in the best of ways.

When he felt a few brain cells had floated back above his beltline, Luca managed to put a few words together in a hopefully coherent sentence. “I think I like gay sex. A lot.”

Noe snickered and hugged him tighter for a second. “I caught that.”

“I see a tattoo. You’ll have to tell me more about it.”

“Mm, there’s a bit of a story to it.”

“Then I truly want to hear it.” The more Luca knew about Noe, the more fulfilled he felt. His heart yearned to know this man better.

Greed flickered in Luca like a candle freshly lit, and he lifted his head enough to kiss Noe softly. Or that was his intent, but then Noe made it filthy by sucking Luca’s tongue into his mouth and playing with it. And, well, he wasn’t made of stone.

Somehow he found the willpower to break the kiss, but only to ask, “Can we do it again?”

“My dear general,” Noe said with a smirk, “we can do this as many times as you’d like.”

“I hope you understand I have about as much willpower as a little boy who’s found this amazing new toy?”

Noe threw his head back on a laugh, and gods, he appeared gloriously happy. He dazzled Luca for a full five seconds.

“Play as much as you like.” On a purr, he pulled Luca back into a kiss. “And I do mean as much as you like.”