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‘I like watching you work,’ Adriano told him.
Noah was already flushed, and he felt himself grow hotter and harder between his legs. ‘It’s more practice than skill.’
Adriano hummed softly as he came around the side of the counter. ‘What do I do now?’
‘It needs to rise,’ Noah told him. He was aware his hand had a faint tremble of want, and with the way Adriano’s eyes flickered from his face to his fingers, it was clear he’d noticed too.
Adriano brushed past him, a deliberate motion, and took the already greased bowl. He didn’t break eye contact as he set the dough inside, then draped the discarded towel over it and set it aside. Noah swallowed so loudly it clicked in his throat, and he couldn’t stop the faint whimper when Adriano moved in close again.
‘Noah.’ He didn’t spell it this time. He mouthed Noah’s name with something totally new. His name sign, fingers curling down from his chin.
It meant precious.
Noah’s breath rushed out of his lungs, and he barely had time to suck it back in before Adriano was on him, pressing him to the baking counter, one thigh roughly parting Noah’s legs and lifting him up onto his toes. Noah ground himself against his lover, his head tipped back as Adriano devoured his neck, and Noah was so, so close.
And not just because he had no restraint or control but because it was Adriano. Adriano wantedhim. Only him.
“Noah,” Adriano murmured against Noah’s flushed skin. “Noah.” His hand dragged between them, then his fingers ducked under Noah’s apron, and the heel of his palm began to stroke Noah through his jeans.
His head swam, all the blood flooding into his dick and making his balls tight. He was going to spill right there, right in his kitchen. An absurd thought—this ancient, archaic law about being punished by Hashem for spilling seed onto the ground—hit him. He felt a rush of panic, but it only lasted a second because Adriano was hoisting him up onto the baking counter, his large hands fumbling with Noah’s button and zipper.
“Want to taste you. Please,” Adriano begged. He looked into Noah’s face, into his eyes, asking for consent.
Noah touched his cheek lightly with the tips of his fingers, basking in the rough growth of Adriano’s facial hair. He hadn’t shaved in days, and Noah wanted to feel that rough burn on his bare legs. ‘Yes,’ he signed.
Adriano’s gaze went possessive, predatory, hungry. Noah braced himself, leaning backward, his hands inches from the unused dough. He scraped his nails along the wood as Adriano nosed his hard cock, then sucked the tip into his mouth, letting it rest there, fat and swollen against his tongue.
Noah had gotten his wish. He felt nothing, could think of nothing except how Adriano’s lips were stretched around him, just holding him there. Pleasure was shooting through his limbs in short starbursts, whiting out the edges of his vision, but everything about Adriano was still clear.
‘Please,’ his flat palm circled his chest, and with that single plea, Adriano sank down, and Noah’s dick hit the back of his throat.
That was all it took. Adriano had done more than touch him. He had consumed him, devoured him. He sucked Noah dry as Noah’s hips pumped up off the table, his balls spasming in time with his pulse, and Adriano groaned like it was the best thing he had ever tasted.
When it became too much, Noah tapped him, and Adriano pulled away with a wet pop. His lips were slick with spit, and when he dipped his tongue into Noah’s mouth, Noah could taste the faint tang of himself. He kissed Adriano back harder than he meant to, but Adriano didn’t seem to mind.
He was hard in his own jeans, his erection pressed to Noah’s thigh, but he didn’t seem in a hurry to do anything about it. He just held Noah close, kissing him until they needed to breathe properly, then he pulled away and nuzzled his nose against Noah’s cheek like he couldn’t bear to stop touching as many places as possible. Then he thrust his face into the crook of Noah’s neck and just stood there.
As Noah’s pulse returned to normal, he felt Adriano pressing soft kisses against his skin before he pulled away. ‘Did we break some major religious laws?’ he asked, his hand still shaking a little from the adrenaline. ‘That probably wasn’t kosher.’
The cool air against his limp dick brought Noah back to reality. His face flushed with what he’d just done. He didn’t think there were any specific laws in the Talmud about having your dick sucked in your bakery, but he didn’t think even the most liberal rabbi would condone it either.
It felt…decadent. Maybe not a sin. He had never bought into the belief that enjoyment and pleasure were wrong.
Noah laughed, and it felt freeing. ‘No laws about eating come, so I think we’re fine. As long as it didn’t get in the food, which isn’t a religious thing, but the health inspector would have an issue.’
Adriano licked his lips, then looked behind Noah at bits of the dough, which had been ruined by his scrabbling fingers. ‘Maybe don’t use that. And sanitize.’
Noah rolled his eyes, but he let Adriano help him down, let Adriano crowd him against the counter again and kiss him until his toes curled and his heart filled his entire chest.I love him. The thought came barreling in, unrepentant, refusing to be ignored. He didn’t say it, not yet, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold out for long.
For now, he gave Adriano’s side a pat before zipping his jeans back up, then moving to the sink to wash up. Adriano joined him, and after they dried, Noah pointed at the beer. ‘You still want to help?’
‘Yes,’ Adriano answered, and he squared his shoulders and set his jaw.
Noah grinned at him. ‘Then let’s get to work. We can finish everything else’—he let his hand hang in the air for a moment—‘when we get home.’
Home.
It shouldn’t have felt so right, butoh, it did.
