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Fiery Heat ch 4Fiery Heat Ch 04 ***Damon laid Tristan on his bed and proceeded to strip him naked. “Damon, the light.” Tristan said shyly. After all he was stark naked whilst Damon remained fully clothed.Damon didn’t answer him. He stretched out on top of Tristan and captured his lips in a fierce kiss, a kiss that rocked his soul. Damon’s tongue pushed past his lips, pumping into his mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, teasing him, making him groan in hungry need as his cock became rock hard. Tristan wound his arms came around Damon’s neck and kissed him back for all he was worth.“It stays on. I want to see you.” Damon whispered then.Tristan made an agonized sound in his throat and closed his eyes. Unsteady fingers cupped his cheek, forcing him to open his eyes and meet Damon’s gaze. They just looked into each other’s eyes, no words, no sounds but their harsh breaths. Damon pushed his pelvis into Tristan, his hardness more than evident.“God, you make me crazy,” Damon muttered as he licked up the length of Tristan’s neck, biting down on the soft skin below his ear. Tristan shivered in pleasure as Damon’s teeth raked his skin.He reached between them and unbuttoned Damon’s jeans, tugging them down and circling his dripping cock.“Ugh.” Damon moaned helplessly, fingers digging into Tristan’s nape.Dear God. He was so big. Tristan couldn’t get over the size of Damon’s cock.Damon caught the uncertainty in his eyes and quickly reassured him.“You’ll be fine.” He said getting up to shed off his clothes.“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one about to take this monster up the arse.That got a laugh out of Damon. He covered Tristan’s body with his again and started dropping kisses on his neck. He slid his palms across the hot, smooth skin of Tristan’s chest, loving the shudders Tristan couldn’t hide. He circled one hard nipple with a finger and bent down to take the other between his teeth.Tristan moaned, back ached in pleasure, gasping as Damon licked and bit at his nipples. He sucked his nipples until they were hard and stiff, then made his way down Tristan’s body, stopping to lick and suck and kiss every few inches.“Damon…” Tristan groaned as Damon moved down, towards his leaking cock. “Turnover and get on your hands and knees Tristan.” Damon instructed getting a frustrated groan from Tristan.“Bossy.” Tristan muttered but did as he had been told making Damon grin.Damon trailed his hand down Tristan’s back making him shiver. He leaned down and dropped kisses on his back, caressing him with gentle hands. His hands continued to slide down till they reached his arse. Tristan froze. “Relax Tris.” Damon said dropping kisses on his arse cheeks.Tristan’s face was flaming despite his arousal. Exposed as he was in that position, he knew Damon could see his hole. He was mortified. “Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?” Damon asked huskily. Tristan could hear the reverence in Damon’s voice. And just like that, the embarrassment he felt disappeared. Teeth nipped his left butt cheek, then his right. Breath hitched in Tristan’s lungs. He arched his back, waiting, heart thumping, pulse racing. Then he felt it. Something slick and hot and wonderfully wet skated over his hole. Oh holy hell, and fuck! Damon’s tongue flicked over his hole, licking gently at the sensitive flesh. Tristan clutched at the sheets on the bed and willed himself not to come. He’d never experienced such unselfish pleasure before. He shuddered, harsh groans tumbling from his lips. It felt so good.He bucked, cried out. “Damon. Oh, God!”Damon gripped his hips, pulling him back into his stiffened tongue. He tongue-fucked him, penetrating his entrance and dipping inside again and again. Tristan was leaking like a faucet. He pushed back onto the tongue invading his arse, riding the waves of intense pleasure, abandoning all questions of why to just feel. Tristan thought he could very well die from the pleasure of it. His balls and cock were throbbing, and he was twisting the sheets in his fists, moving back onto Damon, needing more and getting it. The sensations were so intense that before he knew what was happening, he shot off like a fucking rocket. His body shook uncontrollably as his seed poured from him and onto the sheets beneath him.”Oh God, yes!” Tristan screamed as he came, shooting hard and long. Damon hadn’t even touched his cock. “Fuck!” He pitched forward on his stomach.Damon reached over and pulled a bottle of lube out of the bedside drawer. Then shifting Tristan back onto his knee, he poured a generous amount onto the wet hole. He leaned down and kissed Tristan’s back just as he slipped a finger inside him.“Damon.” He gasped.An incredible flare of aroused pleasure streaked through him as the tip of Damon’s finger pierced the little opening. His finger moved gently inside him, stroking deeper and deeper until the full length of it was buried in his channel. Tristan moved back tentatively, trying to hold back the groan of pleasure as the finger slid out, then back in, tunnelling inside him with carnal intent.“You okay?” Damon asked in a husky voice. Every ounce of restraint he possessed was engaged right now, straining against the need roaring through his veins to just slam his cock into Tristan’s warm body. “Yes.” Tristan moaned and gasped as another finger joined the first. He was raised perfectly for Damon now, his shoulders flat to the bed, his butt elevated for his decadent exploration. He tensed. “Easy.” Damon’s hand smoothed down his back, gentling him. Then he curled his fingers inside him to brush against his prostate, drawing a loud moan from Tristan. Damon slid in a third finger and rubbed that button. “Oh God. Damon, please. Oh God.” Tristan heard the whimper in his own voice but didn’t care. Whatever Damon was doing in there was out of this world. Damn! Tristan rocked back faster, fucking himself on Damon’s fingers. He was hard again and leaking profusely. The erotic sound he was making was driving Damon crazy. Damon couldn’t take it any longer. “So hot and sweet, it’s almost impossible to wait to sink inside you.” Damon said huskily. He reached for a foil from the drawer, and tore it open. He was so hard he thought he might bust a vein if he didn’t come soon. One handed, he rolled the rubber on, his fingers still stretching Tristan’s ass, working the lube in. He poured a generous amount of lube on his sheathed cock, slid his fingers out and moved up, guiding his cock to Tristan’s arse. “Ready for me?”“Just fuck me, will you?” Tristan ground out, trying to move back.”Just had to ask, Tris. Just had to ask.” The bloated head of his cock pressed against the sensitive entrance. Tristan was on fire. He could feel his flesh stretching around Damon’s cock, cupping the throbbing head as his body stretched to accommodate the thick erection sliding in.”Oh, sweet Lord. So tight. God, Tris, so good.”Tristan’s fingers gripped the blankets as he trembled beneath Damon. He was scared. The sheer domination of the act was overwhelming him as nothing he had ever done before had. The head of Damon’s cock finally slipped in fully, popping through the tight anal ring as Tristan bucked, crying out beneath him. It hurt.“I’m sorry, Tris. I know it hurts but I won’t move until you relax and the pain fades.”The head of his cock was embedded in him now, throbbing and filling his channel with a heat Tristan didn’t know if he could survive. “I’m okay Damon.” Tristan said in a soft but breathless voice.“You sure?”“Dude bursa escort move.” Tristan said making Damon chuckle.His hands held Tristan’s hips steady, his big body looming over him as he began to work the thick tip in and out of him. He was sinking deeper with each small thrust, stretching him further. With each ripple of movement inside him, the small channel accepted more and more of Damon’s erection until finally, he screamed out in pleasure/pain as the full length slid inside the tight depths.Tristan could feel Damon’s pelvis pressing into his butt cheeks, his hands gripping his hips, holding him tight against him, his thighs holding him in place. He was impaled in a way he could have never imagined possible, his muscles easing around Damon just enough to send hard, fiery arcs of agonizing pleasure straight to his whole body.“Are you okay?” Damon asked in a strained voice above him. Damon had never known such intense pleasure. Fuck! He wished he could feel Tristan without any barrier. He never went bareback. But there was always a first time…right?Tristan felt Damon easing out of him and groaned in protest. He loved the feel of that cock inside him.“Lie on your back Tris.” Damon husked.Tristan turned to lie on his back and looked up at Damon, saw glazed eyes hot on him and a beautiful erection that glistened from lube. He couldn’t help the moan that tore out of his throat. Damon was just so perfect like that.”God Tris, you look so hot, laid out like this. Want to fuck you over and over.”“No objection. But if you want to fuck me so bad, why did you stop?”“Do you trust me Tris?” Damon asked softly.“That’s a trick question right? Cos with the way you treated me…” Tristan drawled and grinned teasingly at Damon.“Come on Tris, I’m serious here.” Damon growled.“Yes. I trust you.” He said softly.“Enough to do this without protection?”Tristan’s eyes widened. He had never done that before. He did trust Damon, but with his own reputation, he was surprised Damon trusted him enough to take that chance?“Yes. But do you trust me?”“Hmmm…I’ll take my chances.” Damon laughingly said, jumping back to escape the kick aimed at him.Damon removed the rubber and Tristan gasped as he took in just how huge he was. He eyed the barbell that was wet with all that pre-cum. “Damn you’re huge” Tristan breathed as he watched Damon slick his cock with lube.Damon chuckled and leaned over Tristan. He caught his face between his hands and kissed him, soft and oh so fucking sweet. A slow and gentle caress, Damon’s lips soft and full, teasing and playful. Tristan trailed his fingers gently down Damon’s spine, and back up. He stroked Damon just as sweetly as the man was kissing him. “Ready?” The metal at the tip of Damon’s cock was teasing at his hole and Tristan was about ready to shoot his load just from that and the husky sound of Damon’s voice.“Yeah.” Tristan could barely breathe. Damon gently pushed in. He retreated marginally before working the erect tip back inside him, easing him open. His muscles were taut, his body corded with his fight for control as he watched his cock sink inside Tristan. Tristan twisted beneath him, breathing roughly as he felt Damon stretching him, feeling a fire raging inside him that threatened to destroy his sanity. He whimpered, suddenly nervous despite the incredible pleasure filling him. He was stretched so tight around the broad shaft now that he could feel every vein, every detail of the velvety shaft working inside him.Then everything changed. Tristan felt the metal rub whatever Damon had been rubbing with his fingers inside him earlier, and nearly went out of his mind with pleasure.“Damon.” He screamed, trembling all over. Slowly Damon began to move his hips, the thrusts as gentle as possible. The metal at the head of his cock rubbed over Tristan’s prostate with each movement making him drool from all that pleasure. His hands were ripping at the sheets, his head tossing as Damon began to pump gently inside him, stroking deeper, and filling him further as his channel slowly relaxed enough to allow it to freely slide in and out.“Tris, ah God. Baby you feel so good.” Damon groaned breathing hard as Tristan arched, taking him deeper. Filled and consumed, Tristan wanted more, needed the bite of metal in him, needed to really feel it.“Faster please.” Tristan whispered helplessly.Damon picked up speed, knowing the exact angle that will drive his cock onto that pleasure button. He grabbed Tristan’s hips, pulled out completely and thrust in deep, giving Tristan what he asked for, listening to his groans of pleasure as he plunged in and out of his arse. “Oh God, right there, please right there.” Tristan cried.Damon groaned and nailed Tristan’s gland faster and harder, again and again. Tristan was hot around him, his body tensing and clutching at his cock, his entire body shuddering. His face lost in pleasure. Damon wanted him that way forever.“Shit!” Damon swore. Where the fuck had that come from? Tristan was getting under his skin. That was not okay.Damon buried his face in Tristan’s neck, held him tightly in place and started thrusting, trying to keep his rhythm slow, but he knew that with this intense feeling, he couldn’t last long. He thrust faster, using shorter strokes, barely pulling out at all before slamming back in and he could hear whimpers and grunts but wasn’t sure if they came from him or Tristan and didn’t care.“Damon?” Tristan’s voice was strained, overwhelmed by all the feelings coursing through him. Pleasure rippled through him again and again, with every hot shove of Damon’s body into his. Like this, Tristan thought. I want him just like this.“I can’t wait.” Damon gushed fighting for breath now, for control. “I can’t wait, baby. You’re so tight, so sweet…” His chest rumbled with a low, primitive sound. “Christ…You feel so good.”Damon brought his face up to see whether Tristan was okay when he felt him trembling and whimpering. And the look in his eyes was something Damon would never forget. It was enthralling. “Fucking perfect, Tris. So fucking hot. Shit, you have no clue what you do to me.” Damon whispered brokenly. He took Tristan’s cock in his hands and pulled with long hard jerks of his wrist whilst his hips kept thrusting. Damon then leaned down and kissed Tristan, licking at his lips and sucking softly on his tongue. Then he deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging in and owning Tristan. Tristan moaned into the kiss, blinding ecstasy spiralling through him, his cock throbbing.Streaking arcs of sensations tore through Tristan’s body with each thrust, driving him higher, hotter, until it reached its zenith. He tightened around Damon, hearing his desperate moan as his thrusts increased. The slap of flesh, the sucking echo of hard strokes into the well lubricated tunnel of his arse and his own desperate, strangled screams heralded his orgasm.Like a supernova, he exploded. White heat filled him as he shot ropes of cum over Damon’s hand, his arse clenching around Damon. Tristan’s eyes roll back as he kept coming. He wasn’t far from oblivion. “Ah, fuck!” Damon felt everything in his body tense when Tristan tightened around him, could feel his orgasm race from his skull down his spine and up his cock in a rush, felt his cock pulse and throb as he shot deep into Tristan. He threw his head back and screamed. Tristan bucked and writhed beneath Damon. His body was consumed by his intense release which ripped through his mind with such agonizing pleasure that bursa escort bayan before Damon had finished filling him with his hot seed, darkness overtook him.Damon eased out of Tristan and fell on the bed beside him, his legs unable to hold him up. He was more than aware that the violent orgasm that had ripped through Tristan had left him u*********s. Damn. He’d never fucked anyone into a faint in his life. He dragged his body wearily from the bed and padded into the bathroom. There, he cleaned himself, then wet a towel and returned to the bed. He cleaned Tristan carefully, wiping away the semen and lube on his butt and thighs before spreading the delicate cheeks and gently cleaning the cleft. Traces of his semen still spilled from the reddened gapping entrance.Shit! He was going to be very sore. His eyes closed, remembering the brief glance he had allowed himself of Tristan’s flesh stretching around him, hugging his cock, driving him out of his mind with pleasure.Damon returned the towel to the bathroom and came back to bed. One more thing…he was never one to cuddle up after sex. But for the life of him, he didn’t understand why he wanted to hold Tristan whilst he slept. After making a quick call to Caleb Thomas, Tristan’s dad, he pulled Tristan into his arms, and wrapped a strong arm around him. He pulled up the comforter to cover them and smiled when Tristan mumbled something unintelligible and snuggled into his chest. He was so fucking adorable. Damon bent and kissed him on the forehead, then drifted off to sleep with the smile still in place. ***Tristan’s eyelids fluttered open as warm sunlight intruded on his drowsy slumber, caressing his ravaged body. He lay sprawled in the middle of the king-sized bed, half on his back and half on his side, his limbs heavy under the sheets, unwilling to obey him. He hurt all over. He groaned as he tried to sit up. Fuck! The distinct ache inside his arse reminded him of the previous night’s events.“Oh fuck!” He swore out loud. Had he really allowed himself to be ploughed by Damon? He buried his head under a pillow and spewed out some curses. How the fuck was he going to be able to face him this morning? And he wasn’t even in bed with him. Meaning he was awake somewhere. Tristan groaned again. Then he started thinking about what happened between Damon and himself the night before. He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. It was mind-blowingly fantastic. Shit! Damon had defiantly rocked his world. At this point, Tristan was grinning like an idiot. With a laugh he hopped out of bed and cursed loudly at the ache that sliced through his butt. He walked slowly into the bathroom and took a quick shower, then brushed his teeth with a spare tooth brush which Damon had obviously left for him. He couldn’t find his clothes but realized there was a clean sweatpants and a matching grey t-shirt on the couch near the dresser, so he wore that and went downstairs to look for Damon. Better to get this out of the way…the morning after. He wasn’t looking forward to it at all dammit! From the delicious smells coming out of the kitchen area, Tristan was sure the cook was preparing something real good. The house seems awfully quiet though save for the classical music playing in the background. Handle Water Music. He had always loved that. He started for the kitchen. The sight that met him in the kitchen stopped him in his tracks. Damon in a tight white wife-beater and red sweatpants, cooking like a pro. God, the man was hotness personified! “Hey.” Damon said softly, looking up from what he was doing when he heard Tristan enter the kitchen. “Hey.” Tristan’s gaze flicked to his for a nanosecond and quickly turned away to stare at a spot on the kitchen counter. He couldn’t bring himself to look Damon in the eye. He felt embarrassed. He had allowed his arse to be fucked for goodness sake. And he had made it embarrassingly obvious that he had enjoyed it. He couldn’t have hidden that fact even if his life had depended on it anyway. Now he didn’t know how to act, didn’t know how Damon perceived him, he just didn’t know anything. Damon took in Tristan’s demeanor and immediately knew what was happening. He turned off the heat beneath the pancake and started towards him. When he got to Tristan, Damon simply drew him into his arms and held him. Tristan was stiff initially but relaxed eventually, burying his face in Damon’s neck. Damon nuzzled his nose into his hair and inhaled.”I like the way you smell.” He murmured. “How did you sleep?” He asked, his voice very low. As if he was trying to soothe a skittish cat.“Very well.” Tristan murmured into Damon’s neck.“You okay?” Damon asked.“What do you think?” Tristan shot back bringing his face up from Damon’s neck to look him in the eye. “I’m sore. Hurting.”Damon brought his lips to Tristan’s ear and flicked his tongue over the shell of his ear, then nipped his lobe. “I’m sorry.”Tristan shivered, and moaned helplessly. “Damon…”“Just wanna kiss it and make it better.”“Feed me first.” Tristan said getting a chuckle out of Damon.”Do I get to kiss you all over after breakfast?” Damon asked huskily. He was hard.”We will see.” Tristan said with an uneasy laugh. He couldn’t believe he actually had a hard on. What the fuck was wrong with him?”“So…if you’re as sore as you claim…what are you doing with this?” Damon asked bringing a hand between them to squeeze Tristan’s hard cock.“Fuck Damon.” Tristan moaned. “I can’t help it when I’m around you.” He whimpered. “You’re so fucking sexy.”“Oh yeah?” Damon picked Tristan up and deposited him on the kitchen counter. He didn’t miss the flash of pain that crossed Tristan’s face when his butt touched the surface. Shit! Damon tugged Tristan’s sweatpants down and freed his hard cock. Then he bent and swallowed it whole.“Fuuuuck!” Tristan couldn’t help the scream that tore out of his lips. “Shit Damon,” He added in a whisper, “There are people in this house.”Damon released his cock long enough to answer that they were alone, then took Tristan’s balls into his hot mouth.“Oh my God Damon.” Tristan squeaked. Damon took the head of his cock back into his mouth and swiped his tongue over it. Then he dipped to the underside, tracing the ridge with infinite slowness.Sound gurgled in Tristan’s throat. He couldn’t breathe under the onslaught of pleasure, but he could watch. Fisting his hands at his sides, he watched as Damon bobbed, taking his cock to the back of his throat. The tongue swirling around his sensitive head was even more amazing. Damon took him deep, nose pressed against Tristan’s groin as he hummed. The vibrations ran down his length and tickled his spine, drawing up his balls. Tristan cried out and buried his hands in Damon’s short, blond hair. The orgasm swirled at the base of his spine, growing hotter and wider as Damon thumbed his balls, squeezing and rolling.“Ugh…Damon…gonna…” He wasn’t making sense but Damon understood him, and sealed his lips tighter around him. And when he swallowed around Tristan’s cock he heard a gasp and then he was coming, pulsing in Damon’s throat and mouth. The orgasm tore through him, drawing a roar from his hoarse throat as his eyesight dimmed. Damon sucked him clean and allowed his cock to pop out of him mouth. Then he pulled his sweats back up. Tristan’s eyes remained closed as tiny tremors shook his frame. “So what do you like for breakfast?” Damon asked in a smug voice. “Omelets? Pancakes? Eggs and bacon? Steak and eggs? Muffins?”Tristan’s escort bursa answer was to reach up, draw Damon’s head down and claim his lips in a soul shattering kiss. He just knew it…he was in love with Damon Reid and there was nothing he could do about it. Shit!Breaking off the kiss he murmured against Damon’s lips in an unsteady voice, “Pancakes and bacon.”“Pancakes and bacon coming right up.” Damon said with a chuckle.Tristan however held on to him as he made to leave his embrace. “Err…would you want me to…” He trailed off going red in the face.“You know, you look so adorable when you blush.” Damon chuckled making Tristan blush even harder.“Fuck you.” Tristan said with a laugh hitting Damon on his arm.“I’m okay.” Damon said softly. Then added in a teasing tone, “besides, I’m not the one who is sore.”“I hate you.”“No you don’t.” Damon roared with laughter. “Come on let’s eat.”Soon they had two plates full of food and everything all set up on the dining table in the kitchen. “Looks great.” Tristan said as he sat gingerly, reaching for the syrup. Tristan thought the food was really good and not just because he was so hungry; it was genuinely yummy. “You’re a good cook. This is great.” He told Damon sounding impressed.“I try.”“So where did everyone go?” Tristan asked.“I gave everyone a day off. Thought you would feel more comfortable if there was no one around.” “Aww how sweet.” Tristan couldn’t help teasing.“Oh fuck off.” They both laughed.“Thanks.” Tristan said softly. He was falling more by the second. The man was thoughtful to boot. Adriana was going to have a field day. Talking of Adriana…“Oh shit!” He exclaimed.“What?” Damon asked alarmed.“My parents…”“Know you are here. Relax.”“What?” Tristan shouted looking even more worried.“I called your dad last night after you…slept. I told him we came home from the pub to discuss Albatros. But you passed out at a point so I was going to allow you to sleep. I promised I’d take you home today after we finish going over the project.”“You lied to my dad.” Tristan sounded amused.“Not entirely. You did pass out.”Tristan groaned whilst Damon laughed.“Tris, it’s 11 a.m. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of your family all this while. Damn I must be good.” Damon said with a lewd grin.“Suck my dick.”“Really? With pleasure.” Damon said throwing his napkin on the table. Then he got up to go to Tristan who was laughing uncontrollably. “Damon come on! I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.” He was laughing so hard he couldn’t stop Damon from drawing him up into his arms. When Damon’s lips skated past his jaw and earlobe to latch on to his neck, Tristan’s laughter turned into a moan…then a wail when Damon sank his teeth in and sucked. Hard. Fuck! He was getting hard again. Something aboutDamon just made it impossible for him to have any control, made him needy for more, no matter how much he got.Tristan rubbed his hardening cock against Damon, moans and groans falling from his lips. Rubbing against Damon’s hard cock was driving him insane. He wanted to suck Damon off. Damon continued sucking on Tristan’s neck as he shuffled them from the kitchen, with the intention of making for the couch in the living room. But all the air pretty much left his lungs when Tristan pushed him against the Kitchen Island and went on his knees in front of him.“Tris?”“Shh…I wanna do this.”Tristan pulled down Damon’s sweats and released his huge wet erection with its beautiful piercing. How the fuck was he going to fit this into his mouth? Tristan wondered. Damon watched him flick his wet little tongue over his tip and then circle it, and he let his head fall back with an agonized groan. After three long, damp strokes up his dick, he was panting.Tristan was determined to drive Damon out of his mind. He got blowjobs from girls all the time. And he knew exactly what got his blood pumping. He just had to do what he would want to be done for him. After all, a dick is a dick is a dick…right?Once Damon was glistening with moisture from his clever tongue, Tristan curled his hand around the base and sucked in his crown. Slowly, he worked him deep till Damon’s knees nearly gave out.“Oh yeah, Tris, like that.” Damon choked out, threading his fingers through Tristan’s bangs. He wanted to grab the back of his head and shove it, had to make a fist to keep from doing so. Tristan looked up at Damon with green eyes glazed with lust. His tongue rolled around his shaft, teased at his piercing, making Damon growl. His hand stroked him at his base. His other hand came up to cup his balls. He left no part of his length unexplored by those wet, delectable swirls, even toying with his piercing, giving it little flicks Damon felt all the way up his spine.Damon’s entire life was focused between his legs in that moment. Those lips stretched around his thickness felt amazing. The unadulterated pleasure of Tristan’s tongue slicking up the underside of his dick was more than he could take. When he finally enveloped half of his cock in the bliss of his mouth, Damon knew he was lost. His legs were shaking. Tristan’s desperate little whimpers around him made his nerve endings sing. “Oh God, Tris.” Damon moaned. “I’m not gonna last Baby.”Tristan’s insides turned to mush whenever Damon mentioned his name like that in the heat of passion and this time wasn’t any different. Before he knew what was happening, he was crying out around Damon’s cock as he came hard in his sweatpants without being touched, his cock throbbing and his balls aching with need and sheer lust.A shuddered passed through Damon when he heard and felt that passionate cry. “Did you just come?” he demanded in a rough whisper, staring down at Tristan.Tristan flushed but said nothing, panting with his lips still stretched around Damon’s cock. But Damon didn’t need to hear him. It showed in his eyes.“Fuck Baby. That was so hot.” And just like that, Damon felt his orgasm roll through him uncontrollably, his arms shaking as he threw his head back in surrender. When Tristan pushed his tongue into the tiny slit at the tip of Damon’s prick, he came hard with a strangled cry, cock throbbing as he poured himself into Tristan’s mouth. Damon kept his hand on the back of Tristan’s head as he came in great pulses, feeling Tristan swallow it all. Panting and trying to breathe, Tristan swallowed every drop. It tasted salty and kind of…sweet. He had never bothered to taste his. He stayed on his knees, licking and kissing Damon’s cock and balls until Damon hauled him to his feet and kissed him hard on the mouth, his tongue plunging into Tristan’s mouth. When Damon finally broke the kiss Tristan looked at him steadily.”That was fucking amazing.” Tristan buried his head in Damon’s neck, his whole body weak and shaking. “I am so gay,” he chocked.“Hey stop that.” Damon tugged on his hair till Tristan lifted his head slowly.“Stop what?”“You’re thinking way too hard.” Damon admonished. Tristan pursed his lips with a shrug. “Can’t help it.”“Come on, let’s go get cleaned up. You need to soak that tight arse in warm water.”“Will be right behind you.”“Why can’t we go together?”“Dude, I have to climb those stairs. And I can’t be that fast now can I?” Before Tristan knew what was happening, Damon was picking him up bridal style and heading out of the kitchen.“Hey put me down you Asshole. I’m no babe.” Tristan said making no attempt to get down.“Oh yeah? Could have fooled me. What with fainting and all.”“I did not faint.”“Do you remember falling asleep last night?”“You’re never going to allow me to live this down are you?”“Err…Nope.”“I thought so.” Tristan groaned and dropped his head between Damon’s shoulder blades.Damon laughed all the way to his room.

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