“Hah. I like your real ones better,” said Noah. He could feel Jack’s erection as he pressed their hips together, and it sent a further thrill through him. There was a certain nervousness that came with it, though. He wasn’t sure how far this was going to go, or how far he wanted it to go. Sex was difficult for him, it required a lot of trust, and though he liked Jack and thought he was hot as hell, he didn’t really know him that well.
For now, though, he wasn’t going to complain, as Jack continued to press tight to him, and Noah continued to nip and nuzzle at his neck.
Jack pulled back suddenly, and next thing Noah knew he’d been pushed down onto the couch, his cape draping over it, and Jack was on top of him, kissing him again, his body pressing down on Noah. His cowboy hat had come askew, and a moment later he tossed it aside, then went back to kissing Noah.