Navid’s fist, desire overwhelming him. He spilled onto Navid’s stomach, and Navid’s warm hand was still wrapped around him, holding him gently and not letting go. When he could see again, he smiled widely at the hint of pride in Navid’s face. Navid’s lips stretched to mirror his own.
“Absolutely perfect.” Zana’s words made Navid blush deeper. “Thank you.”
They kissed once more, and Navid caressed his cock a few more times, his touch exploratory. When he let go, Zana lifted himself from the bed.
“Stay still. I’ll take care of you.”
He darted to the bathroom and brought a wet towel to wipe Navid’s skin clean. Then he held a glass of water to Navid’s lips, and Navid drank eagerly. The room felt stuffy, and Zana went to open the window again. The night was quiet. Hopefully, all the wedding guests had gone to their beds.
They lay back down, wrapped in each other, and Zana kept kissing Navid’s brow.
“Will you be able to sleep like this?”
“I don’t know. Maybe?”
Zana was glad Navid was honest. His nervousness had abated, and he was showing the open, joyous side of his personality that Zana would surely soon become addicted to.
“I want to hold you, but if my touch disturbs you…”
“No. Please hold me.”
Despite his uncertainty, Navid fell asleep a few minutes later, pliant and trusting in Zana’s arms.
Sometime in the middle of the night, Zana woke alone. It annoyed him, but since he could see the light underneath the bathroom door, he sighed and waited. The hum of the water pipes floated into the bedroom, followed by footsteps and the creak of the door opening. Navid padded through the bedroom and lay back down noiselessly, probably afraid to wake Zana. Zana reached out for him and tugged him into his embrace.
“I love your skin. Like satin,” he said, his mind still muddled with sleep.
He found his husband’s lips, and Navid met the kiss eagerly. Only half-awake, Zana didn’t hold back as much as he might have otherwise. His hands seemed to drift to Navid’s ass cheeks on their own, caressing and kneading, and soon he was rubbing himself against Navid’s body, fingers digging into the perfect round muscles.
Navid whimpered softly, and Zana froze. He was mauling Navid like a brute. But Navid was hard against him, and he strained closer. It was their wedding night, and Navid’s young body yearned for another release. Why should Zana deny him?
“On your stomach, love,” he said.
After only a moment’s hesitation, Navid turned and laid his head on his folded arms, showing Zana his small, perfectly round backside. Zana turned on the lamp. In the warm light, Navid’s skin glowed golden, and Zana feasted on the sight. He ran his hands from Navid’s knees to his ass, softly massaging, and Navid’s breathing got harsher.
“I’m not going to take you. Not until you ask me. But I want to get to know your body, and I wish I could taste you. Will you let me?”
“Taste me?” Navid asked with his eyes squeezed shut.
“I’ll kiss your opening like I’ve kissed your mouth,” Zana explained. Navid shuddered. Zana continued massaging him all over his back and ass cheeks. “Have you ever touched yourself there?”
“No. Only…only to clean myself.”
“You’ve never been curious how it would feel?”
“I have.”
“Then why haven’t you tried it?”
“I had to stay pure.” A swallow. “For you.”
Zana blinked. Oh god. Guilt and extreme arousal warred inside him. He was surprised his voice didn’t waver when he spoke. “I’ll make love to your opening with my lips and tongue. But you have to promise me you’ll tell me if anything feels wrong and you want me to stop.”
Navid’s eyes popped wide open, and after a second of hesitation, he gave a jerky nod.
Zana brought a pillow and encouraged Navid to lift his hips. He stuffed the pillow underneath and adjusted Navid’s half-hard cock so it would nestle there comfortably. He placed a kiss on Navid’s hip. The kisses seemed to soothe Navid, so Zana rained them along his waistline, in the small dimples above his ass cheeks, and at the top of his crease. With open mouth and his tongue peeking out, he mapped out Navid’s ass. Firm and blemish-free, almost hairless…incredible. Zana pushed the lean thighs farther apart and trailed kisses along Navid’s crease, not reaching deep enough to taste his taint or the hidden opening. Small tremors ran through Navid’s form, but he stayed quiet.
“Can I taste you now, my treasure?” Zana asked softly.
Navid uttered only one word, a breathless