“I’ve imagined it a lot.” Tristan kissed his way back up Jax’s cock. “My showers have been longer because of you.” His tongue darted out, lickingaround the crown before he descended, and Jax was suddenly teetering on the brink of orgasm.
“H-How are youdoingthis?” Jax didn’t realize he’d spoken aloud until Tristan hummed in response, scraping his teeth a little on the way up, and Jax didn’t stand a chance. “I-I’m c-com-” he tapped Tristan’s head to let him know, but Tristan held on for dear life as Jax cried out and shot down his throat.
Swallowing like Jax had given him another luscious meal, Tristan groaned, licking everything clean until Jax began to whine again, pushing at his head. Gently pulling back, Tristan placed Jax’s legs flat on the bed.
“Do you need a pillow under them?”
For a minute, Jax had no idea what Tristan was talking about, but eventually he managed to nod. With a chuckle, Tristan grabbed another pillow, sliding it under Jax’s knees, and Jax let out a sigh as it lightened the pressure on his back.
“How are you feeling?” Tristan asked, lying beside him.
“Like you turned me inside out.” When did his voice get so raspy? “In a good way.”
With a chuckle, Tristan inched closer, giving Jax another sweet kiss, and when they parted, Jax stared meaningfully at the enormous cock that curved up from Tristan’s body.
“I think the real question is ‘how areyoudoing?’” Jax ran his fingers down the shaft, but Tristan caught his wrist again, kissing the back of his hand.
“You turn me on too much.” Tristan seemed almost bashful. “I’ve never had this problem with anyone else. You’re captivating.”
“Tristan…” That four-letter word was like a headline in Jax’s mind because he knew that Tristan felt the same. He could see thevin that sandy-brown gaze, now dark with passion and focused on him.
Their lips met again, soft and tender, and by the time they parted, Jax needed Tristan in a way he’d never needed anyone before.
“If you don’t put that,” he pointed at Tristan’s cock, which bounced in reply, “inside of me soon? I’m going to lose my mind.”
Reaching for the condom, Tristan opened one. “You’re going to lose your mind if I put it in too.”
“Aren’t you confident?” Jax winked and then quickly sobered, clearing his throat. “By the way? I got tested earlier this year - all negative. And I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“I’m negative too…” Tristan glanced down at the condom in his hand. “Are you telling me what I think you’re telling me?”
“Y-Yeah.” Jax gave a jerky nod. He wanted Tristan to leave something behind, to mark him in a way no one else had, because it felt so very right.
All of a sudden, Tristan loomed over him again, bracing himself on his arms and legs.
“Do you feel good enough to keep going? What is the best position for you?” Even in his feral horniness, Tristan never lost sight of Jax’s safety, and it warmed Jax’s heart again and again.
“This is good. Spooning me works too, but you can’t pull my leg uptoomuch.”
Tristan nodded tightly, telling Jax that he understood. “Let’s start with this, then. Do you need me to hold your legs?”
“N-No, I’m good. My back got a rest and I don’t think there’s an ounce of tension left in my body.” He pulled the pillow out from under his knees, putting his feet on the bed and spreading his limbs again. He felt wet yet wrung dry, his entrance loose and far too empty.
“I was right about that oxytocin.” With a devious smile, Tristan opened the lube, pouring a generous amount on himself, the slippery sound making Jax’s spent cock twitch.
“But we’ll have to do more research,” Jax moaned as Tristan slicked him up further.
“Yes, of course,” Tristan nodded with fake sincerity. Holding himself over Jax with one hand, he pressed the head of his cock to Jax’s entrance.
“What are you waiting for?” Jax quipped, wanting to shuffle down and take it all.
Tristan jolted at that, snapping to life and carefully pushing. Jax resisted for a couple of seconds before Tristan began to slide in, and they both let out ragged gasps.
The stretch had Jax sputtering and clawing the sheets, his face contorting in pleasure-soaked pain, but this pain was welcome. The burn, the pressure, and the fullness were perfection, and Jax reveled in it.
“You o-okay?” Tristan rasped through gritted teeth.
“The most ok-ay. Oh shit, Tris-tan!” Jax’s voice went up an octave as Tristan sank in even more. Leaving the sheets, Jax’s hand clutched Tristan’s forearm like a lifeline. “P-Please tell me that’s more than half.”
