Gripping the bottom of his shirt, Josiah pulled it up and dropped it to the floor. He stepped out of his pants, his body firm, defined. He had a little mole above his heart. The hair that trailed down his stomach, darker than that on his head. His cock hard, and long, the tip swollen and leaking.

Tristan craved Josiah’s taste on his tongue.

“Come here. I want you in my mouth.”

“I wanted to take care of you.”

You already do. You might not know it, but you do. “Not right now. Lie on the bed, Josiah. I need to call the shots.” He wasn’t dominant, not really, Tristan just needed to set the pace. He couldn’t deal with someone else running the show.

Josiah gave him a small nod before lying on the bed. Tristan moved to hover over him, looked down at Josiah laid out for him, his skin a contrast to the black bedspread. His chest got tight and his heart sped. He almost wished he could take back what he said. That he could let Josiah lavish him however he wanted. But damned if he didn’t want to do the same thing to Josiah. “You are so damn sexy,” he whispered before sucking Josiah’s cock all the way to the back of his throat.

There was a slight tug when Josiah buried his hand in Tristan’s hair and pulled. Just as quickly as it happened, it was gone. “You’re okay. Don’t let go.”

And then the hand was back. Not directing Tristan’s head, just there, as Tristan’s mouth slid down Josiah’s length again.

“Tristan... More, I need more.”

And so, he gave it to him. Tristan laid between Josiah’s legs, pushing them open for him. He sucked one ball, then the other, into his mouth. Josiah moaned. Tristan wanted to bottle that sound so he could replay Josiah taking his pleasure whenever he wanted.

Pushing Josiah’s legs up farther, Tristan lashed Josiah’s hole over and over with his tongue. “So fucking good. I could have my mouth on you all night.”

“More... I need you inside me, Tristan.”

“I’m getting there,” he smiled, unsure if he’d ever smiled in bed with someone before. “Grab the lube and a condom from the drawer,” Tristan instructed.

Josiah’s body twisted slightly as he pulled open the bedside drawer. Tristan let his teeth dig into Josiah’s thigh, first one, then the other, making Josiah’s body quake.

“I love the taste of you. Everywhere.” Tristan sucked on his finger before pushing it inside Josiah.

The bottle of lube fell from his hand. “Holy shit. More. Give me more. Please.”

It was the please that did it. Tristan replaced his finger with his tongue, fucking his lover with it. He used his hand to stroke Josiah’s cock. He noticed the tightness in Josiah’s body. Felt the way he started to thrust and knew he was about to lose it. Quickly, he covered Josiah’s dick with his own mouth just as a jet of hot come shot in the back of this throat. And then another one. Tristan swallowed them both down.

Electricity sizzled beneath his skin, his cock already ready to explode.

He ripped open the condom with his teeth before sheathing himself. With fumbling hands, he managed to open the lube, coating himself and then lying down behind Josiah. He positioned him on his back, slightly rolled up onto his side. “Give me your leg.”

Josiah lifted it and Tristan wrapped an arm around it, holding it up before pushing into Josiah from behind. “Christ, you feel so good. I love fucking you.” He pulled almost all the way out before slamming forward again.

Josiah tilted his head toward Tristan, looking over his shoulder, before kissing him. Their tongues battled it out, taking and receiving, as Tristan thrust into him. He kept his arm under Josiah’s leg but reached up to grab his cock, discovering it was hard again—or still, he didn’t know.

“Want you to come again with me.” And then they were kissing again. Kissing and fucking as Tristan jacked him off. That electric feeling started to take him over. Started to burn him alive, and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Come with me, Josiah.” He squeezed tighter, pumped faster, and then dug his teeth into Josiah’s shoulder. His body thrashed beneath him, come slipping through Tristan’s fingers. That was all it took before his own body let loose—tensed, came un-fucking-done, as he filled the condom with his own jizz.

Tristan lay back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Josiah didn’t roll over to look at him, and damned if he didn’t want that. Suddenly need it.

After pulling the condom off and tossing it into the trash, he said, “Come here, Josiah.”

Josiah rolled his direction, come dripping down his stomach. Tristan reached out and rubbed it in. “Next time, I’m going to come on you. That way, it’s my spunk I get to rub into your skin.” The thought made the blood start rushing to his cock again.




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