“Thanks,” Jax grinned. “Your tongue is really fun.”
“Yours is better.” Tristan leaned in for a kiss that had them both weak, and they ended up on their sides facing each other, their lips fused, their tongues sliding, Tristan constantly poking at Jax’s piercing.
Unable to resist, Jax undid the buttons on Tristan’s shirt, and Tristan ripped it away without missing a beat. Resting his hands on Tristan’s chest, Jax let out a high-pitched sound of happiness. Tristan had a wonderful amount of dark-brown hair on his chest, perfect for running fingers through. The lush carpet narrowed over Tristan’s diaphragm, becoming a trail that led to the thatch of curls Jax had explored on their first date.
Finally, Tristan pulled back. “You like my chest hair?”
Jax made a garbled affirmative sound. “Why wouldn’t I?” he rubbed his flat open palms in a circle, teasing Tristan’s nipples before pinching them. “This is like a playground for me.”
Grunting at the sensation, Tristan bit his lip and Jax stared, committing that unwound face to memory. Getting Tristan riled up had become Jax’s kink, because they’d barely gotten to second base and he was about to come in his pants.
Speaking of which, he looked down at his trapped cock, which strained in his jeans. In order to free it, he’d have to stop touching Tristan’s glorious chest, but that was the last thing he wanted to do.
“A little help?” Jax glanced down at his bulge and back up at Tristan through lidded eyes, knowing just how sultry he looked.
Acting as if he were hypnotized, Tristan’s large hands fumbled at Jax’s belt. It took a few tries for him to get it unbuckled, but he made up for losttime once he did, breaking through the buttons and zipper with a flick of the wrist.
“Can I?” Tristan curled his fingers around Jax’s waistband. With that tone, Tristan could do anything he wanted, even fold Jax in half, and he’d sort it out later.
“Y-Yeah, take everything off.” While Tristan sounded sexy as fuck, Jax seemed like he was out of breath, and his voice ended up reedy.
Tristan didn’t seem to care, gently pulling down Jax’s jeans and boxer briefs, and once he did, Jax toed off his socks, showing Tristan everything.
Even though he hadn’t hit the gym in four years, his body still held quite a bit of muscle from work, and Jax licked his lips, his cock bobbing, happy to be free.
“You’re pierced there too.” Fingers gently stroked the short barbell through Jax’s frenulum, sending bolts of pleasure to his core, and he tried not to choke.
“You wondered if my dick was pierced?” he gasped out.
“From the first time I saw you.” With his other hand, Tristan reached up, thumbing Jax’s nipples, which were adorned with tight barbells too.
Between the zinging bliss in his chest and the reveal in those words, Jax almost overloaded.
“You’re boosting my ego so hard right now.” Wanting to give back, Jax’s hands traveled south on Tristan’s body, his fingers following the trail of hair.
“That’s my line.” Tristan let out a long hum as Jax explored, his fingers still fascinated with the piercings.
“Whywouldn’tI want you?” Reaching Tristan’s pants, Jax worked on the clasp, and as they fell open, Jax grinned at the dark, wet circle on Tristan’s white boxers, which barely contained his cock.
Taking it in hand, Jax snorted as his fingers barely met around the girth. It was as huge as Jax had remembered, and as he gently stroked it, Tristan reached down.
The second Jax felt that warm touch, he let out a gritty moan, realizing that his dick fit perfectly in Tristan’s grasp.
He didn’t know who leaned in first, but all of a sudden they were kissing again. Jax’s brain turned to goo from the way Tristan’s tongue skimmedover his, how he bit at Jax’s lips, his hand knowing, bringing Jax close way too fast.
Hopefully, Jax was doing the same to Tristan, even though he could barely concentrate on keeping a steady rhythm.
“W-Wait-” Jax pulled back, not wanting to slow things down but also not wanting the party to be over. “I-I’m gon-na-”
Tristan had immediately dropped the pace of his hand, but once he realized that Jax was stopping because of orgasm and not pain, he smiled in a new and devious way. Leaning so close that their noses touched, Tristan gave him a kiss and then increased the speed.
“You can come, because this is just the beginning.” Tristan’s bedroom voice could touch places inside of Jax that his own hands couldn’t, and Tristan started twisting his wrist, pushing Jax right off the cliff.
Throwing his head back, Jax came with a cry that ended in a staggered breath. He didn’t know how long his brain was offline, but once he came back, he realized that he’d been cleaned, so he grabbed Tristan by the shoulders and kissed him thoroughly, reaching for that enormous cock again.
But Tristan dodged him.
“Lie down?” Tristan asked between kisses, and Jax nodded, carefully shuffling up the enormous bed. Tristan took one of the pillows, putting it behind Jax’s head. “Is this okay?”
