Page 34 of Touch In Excess

Swallowing heavily, Rami backed up against the bed again, then hooked his fingers in the waistband of his briefs. He watched Skye’s gaze move down to where he was hard and throbbing. He saw the way Skye’s throat hitched with his swallow. This was so different than it had been in the past.

The one man he’d let touch him had stared like Rami was some sort of sideshow at a circus. There was a look of curiosityand even revulsion in his eyes when Rami bared himself. And on his channel, the people watching him were screen names and rapid-fire sentences he rarely read, but the few he did treated him much the same way. It was easier to bear when he wasn’t looking into someone’s eyes, but the fact remained he was different from everyone else.

Except Skye.

“You don’t have to if it’s too much,” Skye murmured softly.

Rami knew that, but those words still comforted him in ways he didn’t expect. With a single tug, he dragged his briefs over the curve of his ass. The elastic caught on his cocks, but only for a second. They sprang free, bobbing in the air in front of him. He was so, so hard, aching with the need to be touched.

He found himself staring at Skye’s hands instead of his face. Rami found that fingers were often more honest than lips and eyes. Skye’s hands opened, then closed, then opened again and hung relaxed at his sides.

“Rami,” Skye said after a long beat. “I really want to touch you, but I need you to guide me.” And then he finally looked up.

With a quick nod, Rami held out his hands as Skye closed the distance between them. He took Skye by the wrists and carefully brought his fingertips to his shoulders. “Anywhere you want. I trust you.”

Skye’s breath hitched, and his jaw tensed before he gave a firm, stiff nod and let Rami pull his hands away. Instead of going for his erections, which was what Rami had been expecting, Skye went for his chest. He laid flat palms to his pecs, one on the left side, pressing hard to where Rami’s heart was beating.

He stood there like that for a long moment, then stepped even closer. His naked body pressed against Rami’s. His cock was fat and thick, hitching up against Rami’s thigh, and Skye groaned, rocking his hips.

Rami’s cocks were pressed against Skye’s stomach, the warmth of his skin and the roughness of his hair almost too much. But also, somehow, it was not enough. He wanted more, more,more, with a desperation that was entirely alien to him.

“I like the way you feel against me,” Rami said.

Skye looked up. “Sorry, I missed some of that.”

Rami repeated his words on his hands, and Skye bit his lip. ‘Will you touch them?’

“Yes,” Skye said. But once again, instead of going for his cocks, Skye took him by the hips and applied pressure until Rami’s knees bent. It took him a second to realize Skye was guiding him down to the bed, but he sat quickly and spread his legs as Skye dropped to his knees.

‘Do you do this a lot? With clients?’

Skye considered the question. “Not like this,” he said aloud, pressing both hands to the tops of Rami’s thighs. He rubbed his thumbs along Rami’s sensitive skin. Sparks shot up his spine, making him want to moan and push into it. He was touch starved, he knew. He was so, so touch starved. “No one has ever been like you.”

‘One in five million,’ Rami signed, and Skye frowned.

“Sorry, I don’t…”

Rami spelled it for him slowly, watching his lips curl over each letter. ‘I’m rare.’

“Yes.” Skye pushed high on his knees and took his cheek against his palm as his other hand finally—finally—moved to where Rami wanted to be touched most. “You are so rare. And I am so lucky.”

Then he kissed him. His hand let Rami’s cheek go, drifting down with a touch of fingertips along his sternum, then his stomach. Before Rami could inhale, before he could kiss back, before he was even aware that seconds were passing, Skye had both cocks, one in each hand.

He held him still for a moment, then slowly began to stroke from root to tip, like he was learning the shape of them, the weight, the girth, the length. Then his grip tightened, and he kept squeezing until Rami felt a lightning bolt of ecstasy and his hips thrust forward.

“Yes,” Skye murmured against his mouth. “Yes. You like that, don’t you?”

Rami hummed, a high-pitched, needy sound, and he began to rock his hips in time with Skye’s arms. He was too close.

‘Please,’ Rami signed.

Skye hummed that he understood, and he sped up. He kissed Rami deeper, the thrust of his tongue matching the rhythm of his hands. The room was filled with a softfap fap fap, doubled with an echo as Skye paid equal attention to both cocks.

“Oh,” Rami said. “Oh. It feels good. I like it. I want to orgasm.”

Skye pulled back and looked at him. Rami didn’t always avoid eye contact, and this was one of those moments. It felt too good, and Skye’s gaze was almost like an embrace itself. Skye’s mouth tipped up into a slight grin as he sped up even faster, and before Rami could beg for more, he was coming.

He fell backward, catching himself on his elbows as his hips thrust upward. Skye kept going until he’d milked both cocks of every drop. His gaze was on the liquid spill pooling on his belly, and then he let Rami go, dragging his fingers through the mess.

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