Page 78 of Touch In Excess

“Balan,” Skye said. “Skylar Adam Balan,” he repeated.

Rami repeated his name slowly. It was simple, easy, and so very him. And it was only then that the weight of what Skye had said—all his words—hit him. He loved him. He was in love with him. It was the same powerful, terrifying feeling Rami had been both chasing and running from since they met. He wasn’t alone. It was a shared experience with the promise of so much more to come, so long as they stayed out of their own way.

“I’m in love with you,” he said.

Skye laughed and nodded. “Yeah. I’m happy.”

“Kiss me again. I won’t stop you this time,” Rami told him.

Skye’s face was as bright as the sun, and Rami had to close his eyes against it. But the vision remained behind his eyelids, growing more intense as Skye’s lips met his. He groaned softly, arching his body into Skye’s, hands running up and down hisback, counting his vertebrae, tracing his hip bones, squeezing the globes of his backside.

Skye was his. Well and truly and completely his.

“Make me come,” Rami begged.

Skye pulled back. “Sorry, baby. I missed that.”

‘Make me come,’ Rami repeated in sign.

Skye’s cheeks pinked, and he nodded. “We’ll be late for the live.”

“I’ll post a message. I need to have this before we’re in front of everyone,” Rami told him. “Please. I need this for me. For us.”

“Anything you want,” Skye told him, meeting his gaze. He leaned in and kissed him once more. “Go hit Record, and then let me introduce you to God.”

Rami had almost made a sarcastic remark about being an atheist and how if hedidbelieve in Allah, he wouldn’t believe he peeped into the bedrooms of humans because sex was the furthest thing God would care about. Sex was far too human to matter to the divine.

But he was glad he didn’t spoil the mood. Less than three minutes after their confession, Rami found himself on his back, legs spread, Skye between his legs. Right then, he felt a little bit like Skye was lifting him up to touch the heavens.

He’d started by kissing the insides of Rami’s thighs and gently stroking over his balls, and then Rami heard the click of the lube cap, and his world shifted. How had he gone this long without feeling some part of Skye inside him?

He couldn’t open his eyes, couldn’t form coherent words with speech or sign. He was a prisoner of his pleasure, thighstrembling as his hips bucked upward and his cocks twitched almost angrily against his stomach.

He was too close and too far, and the feeling was made worse when Skye finally found his prostate and began to gently stroke his fingers over it. It was too much.

Without words to beg for more—or for it to stop—he wasn’t really sure what he needed—instead, he took both dicks into his hands and began to stroke them hard and fast. It was the only way to make the feeling inside him make sense.

His orgasm rushed toward him without much warning, and between one breath and the next, he was coming. He let go with a sharp, loud cry, his whole body moving almost violently against the sheets. It was only when he felt the last pulse of his right-side cock that he realized Skye’s fingers were no longer inside him.

Instead, he was stroking a gentle touch over his hole, his backside, his legs.

Rami took several long breaths and wondered how he was supposed to go live now that he’d been through that. But he was profoundly glad he’d done this first because everything had been so…so raw. Almost primal. And that wasn’t something he wanted to share with an audience of strangers.

“Skye,” he said weakly.

Skye pushed up and laid his body down on top of Rami’s. The weight of him was everything. He was able to let out a full breath, and his thoughts became more coherent. “Tell me that wasn’t a bad idea.”

Rami shook his head and forced himself to open his eyes. He loved looking at Skye. He reached up and ran his finger over Skye’s thin, very manicured eyebrow. “It was the best idea. I wouldn’t want to do that on camera.”

Skye leaned down and took a kiss. “Will you be able to come again?”

Rami blinked and assessed himself. If the feeling of Skye’s dick was anything like his fingers, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. “Yes.”

Skye grinned and kissed him again. “We shouldn’t keep your audience waiting. The sooner we get this done, the sooner I can hold you.”

That was the only thing Rami really wanted. It took more effort than he wanted to give to peel himself away from Skye, but he didn’t mind the few minutes alone in the bathroom to clean up. He felt loose and limber in more ways than one, and he was looking forward to feeling how Skye’s body was going to move as he took the last bit of Rami’s virginity that he’d been holding on to all these years.

It felt right. It felt like all that time he’d been rejected and mocked actually meant something good. It had been painful at the time—excruciating on nights when he was so lonely he wanted to wail into his pillow—but now, it felt like that pain was worth it.

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