With the tip of his tongue circling Aiden’s belly button, Tristan let a finger slip beneath the fabric…and froze.
That didn’t feel like the skimpy briefs Aiden usually wore. Something was sewn onto the front, a tiny little…
Tristan swallowed, his heart racing as he opened the fly and looked down at the tiny red bow stitched to delicate, flowery lace.
Aiden didn’t move, and neither did Tristan, at least not for a few seconds. When he did, it was to bend down and run his tongue over the flimsy fabric before taking the bow between his teeth.
Aiden moaned and tugged a little at his hair, making Tristan’s cock ache. He needed to see.
“This is my present?” His voice was rough with need. He pulled down Aiden’s jeans and groaned as he took in the thin red suspender belt over black satin knickers and black stockings.
“Yeah…pretty?” Aiden’s voice wavered a fraction, but that was the only betrayal of his uncertainty.
“Stunning.” And so much better than the plug he’d been expecting. Not that he would’ve been disappointed, but this? This was…
He helped Aiden remove his jeans, caressing the stockings on the way. The soft material was hot under his palms. When he came to where the clasps were fastened mid-thigh, he looked up at Aiden for the first time since he’d touched the lace. His voice was hoarse as he spoke. “How did you know?” How could he have known? Tristan had never mentioned he liked lingerie—he’d learnt his lesson the first time around. His heart slammed against his ribcage.
“I didn’t, not for sure. When I was putting your underwear into the drawer, I found a pair of light-blue lace knickers, and I was pretty certain they weren’t yours.” Aiden grimaced a little, but then he smiled and tilted his hips towards Tristan. “You want me to take it all off? I can take it off if you don’t like it.”
“Nope, I want you to keep it on.” Tristan gripped his hips and turned him around, biting back a groan at the naked buttocks presented to him. “You’re not taking this off until I’m done with you.”
Rasping his beard over the small of Aiden’s back, Tristan kissed his way down. He nipped and licked, scraped his teeth over the perfectly rounded orbs while kneading them. Then he pushed them apart and made sure to leave a wet trail as he licked Aiden’s crack before biting at the string and pulling.
Aiden let out a surprised yelp, but it quickly transformed into a whimper as Tristan cupped his straining cock.
“On the bed. Now.”
Aiden scrambled and crawled up, but stilled as soon as his feet left the floor. “I have to take it off, or the stockings at least, so I can get out of these knickers.”
“You will do no such thing. On all fours. Now.”
Tristan tore his own clothes off, urgency a blazing fire in his veins. He didn’t know how long he would last. The sight of Aiden on their bed, the straps on the suspender belt stretching as he bent forward, already had his balls tightening.
His heart was drumming hard as he reached for the lube and a condom from the bedside-table drawer. With the bottle in his hand, he urged Aiden to move closer to the headboard, to make room for him on the bed. His cock jerked and throbbed, but he ignored it. Instead, he positioned himself on his knees behind Aiden and reached out to caress the naked skin above the stockings on the backs of Aiden’s thighs. He loved the soft, downy hair there. He continued up over the curve of Aiden’s buttocks, the skin already coated with a fine sheen of sweat. Tristan inhaled, relishing in Aiden’s fragrance.
He couldn’t form any words. Aiden rested his forehead against the mattress, arse up high in the air and the lingerie still in place. Tristan’s hands shook as he gripped Aiden’s hips. He trailed the flimsy string with his tongue and listened to Aiden’s quickening breaths as he poked in under the fabric to get to Aiden’s hole, wetting, probing. Aiden rocked against him, and Tristan let go of his hips. He coated his fingers with lube, and with the taste of Aiden still lingering on his lips, he pulled the string aside with one hand and pushed in with the other, replacing his tongue with a finger. The welcoming warmth around his fingertip, sucking him in deeper, had them groaning in unison. The tight, silky heat drove Tristan mad.
“I need to fuck you now.” He should probably wait a little longer, but he couldn’t, and since Aiden nodded frantically, he figured he didn’t have to. Tristan worked his finger in and out while feeling around for the condom. He couldn’t look away from Aiden’s snug hole squeezing him long enough to see where he’d put it, couldn’t think beyond the throbbing in his cock and the beating of his heart.
“Please.” Aiden’s husky begging only added to the desperation. He longed to be inside Aiden, needed to feel Aiden surround him.
Desperately, he felt around on the crumpled bedding. Where the fuck did it go?
“Come on, Tristan. Fuck me.” Aiden reached down to grab his cock, but Tristan pushed his hand away.
“I’ll take care of that.”
“It might not look like it, but these knickers are…confining.”
Tristan only groaned at that. He’d seen how Aiden’s dick stretched the fabric to its limit when Aiden had crawled up on the bed, but that only made it hotter.
Finally, his hand found the condom, and he ripped the packet open. His cock spasmed and pulsed as he gave it a few strokes before rolling on the condom. Someday soon he’d fuck Aiden without—Aiden wanted it, and Tristan did, too. Soon.
He snatched up the lube.
“Skip it! Just come on, Tristan. I want to feel you.”
Tristan didn’t hesitate more than a second or two before he grabbed the thong that had slid back
