That Hal might have looked weak in front of Desor was infuriating.
Tristan’s long legs stretched into his space until his knees were on either side of Austin’s, bracketing him. “You did not want to keep the throne for yourself?”
“You think I’d steal your brother’s throne from him?” Austin demanded sharply.
“It had already been taken.”
“It wasn’t taken yet. You were there,” Austin pointed out. “You hesitated because Adonis had a hold of Hal’s throat, but you wouldn’t have lost to them.” Not if he could keep his head up in front of all that pressure billowing off Connor. Pride spiked again at Tristan’s strength. “You wouldn’t have lost,” Austin repeated. “Even with the two of them working together.”
Tristan’s jaw clenched. “Desor was holding me up on the other side of the room. It all happened so fast. I didn’t get the chance to take more than a step before he had Hal pinned.” His eyes moved down Austin’s half-exposed form, the tension in his jaw easing as desire burned in his eyes. “And yet your victory was even faster and more decisive.”
Austin hmphed. “Figures it would be Desor’s fault. Why bother talking to him at all?”
“Why bother indeed?” Tristan’s gaze was on Austin’s legs. “Did Eli massage you?”
“He’s not as skilled as you, but yes.” Austin lifted his leg and slid his foot down Tristan’s thigh. “I think, with all the hard work I’ve done, I deserve another one.”
Austin hadn’t even finished speaking before Tristan’s hands were warming his calf. He bowed to kiss the top of Austin’s knee. “I agree,” he said. More warm kisses pressed into his skin, and their short time together in Austin’s territory rose to the forefront of his mind with a glimmer of heat, and annoyance.
Austin slid his foot further down Tristan’s lap until the sole pressed into his crotch. He found Tristan’s cock through his cotton trousers and caressed the bulge into a rigid outline. Tristan clutched Austin’s calf, his breathing growing laboured as Austin continued to tease him. Austin reached beneath the jacket to stroke himself, but the precum wasn’t enough. Half aware of what he was doing, Austin simply focused on hisneed. He shifted just enough inside to—
“Ah, I’m quite good, you know?” Austin laughed.
Tristan raised his head, a question in his heated gaze.
“I changed just in here, so it’s slick enough for you to slide in,” Austin said, pushing two fingers into his ass to feel. He hummed. “It’s still a bit tight, though. Help me.” He moved onto Tristan’s lap but seated himself with his back to Tristan. He twisted to peer over his shoulder. “Do you have enough room?”
Tristan stared at Austin with naked adoration.
“Yes,” he said. He caressed Austin’s buttock, a low groan humming from Tristan’s throat as he slid two fingers easily inside. Austin braced one hand on the roof of the carriage as they rocked their way through the city and tried to relax as Tristan worked on stretching him open. He clasped Austin’s waist with his free hand, holding him steady.
Austin grasped himself and stroked lightly, breathing out hard as Tristan nuzzled the back of his neck. The collar of Hal’s jacket was getting in the way. Austin shrugged out of it and tossed it aside, then twisted back to peer at Tristan. His erection strained against the confines of his trousers, a wet stain growingat the tip. He was so focused on Austin that he didn’t seem to notice.
Austin faced fully forward and felt around behind him, purposefully squeezing here and there as he got Tristan’s trousers undone. He tugged down the band of Tristan’s underwear, and his erection sprang up, wet against Austin’s forearm. And big.
Austin glared straight ahead, letting out an agitated growl.
“We do not have to,” Tristan murmured. He wrapped an arm around Austin’s waist, pressing forwards against his back. His voice had a dreamy, dazed quality to it as he peppered Austin’s neck with kisses. “My cock is too big for you. We will find pleasure without penetration; there is no need to get upset.”
Tristan’s cock was slotted between his cheeks, pushing them apart. With each little thrust, Tristan trailed precum up the column of Austin’s spine. The arm around Austin’s waist tightened. “I will come just as easily from getting to rub against you.”
Austin blinked heavily. Tristan was fondling his nipple with one hand and cupping between his legs with the other, massaging and tugging on his balls. Both hands were well slicked, and when he grasped Austin’s cock and stroked, his grip travelled smoothly from root to tip.
“See?” Tristan murmured against Austin’s neck.
Austin frowned. “You sound out of it,” he accused. He peered around and found that odd tone in Tristan’s voice reflected in his face. His pupils were blown out, his whole expression dazed, and—and he grinned at Austin! “And you’re all smug!”
“Happy, Austin,” Tristan said,smugly.
“Why are you smug?” Austin demanded.
“Happy,” Tristan corrected again, this time with a chuckle. Austin felt the rumble of it down to his very fingertips. Tristan went back to pressing open-mouthed kisses all over Austin’s neck, not letting Austin see his face at all. He still felt his smiles, felt his little amused exhales.
Austin’s annoyed growls were broken up by hitched breaths, and soon, his eyelids were too heavy to keep open and he was clutching Tristan’s arms tightly. Gasps replaced the growls entirely, little drawn-out groans that turned to moans as the tension in Austin’s body tightened.
“Tristan,” Austin panted.
Tristan pressed a chaste kiss to the very back of Austin’s neck. “How could I be anything but happy?” he murmured, low enough that it might not have been for Austin’s ears at all. Austin was too far gone to take much note of it anyway.
