He gritted his teeth so as not to thrust, but then Aiden sighed, and he couldn’t help himself.
“Oh yes, more,” Aiden begged, and Tristan gave him more, gave him all he had. As he moved in and out, snapping his hips harder and faster with each thrust, he reached for Aiden’s cock, cupping it through the satin and rubbing in time with his thrusts.
“Oh shit, Tristan.” Aiden bucked against him, moaning while clawing at the bedding. Tristan had sweat trickling down his back. A prickling started at his neck and raced down his spine. Tingles travelled up his thighs, all of it transforming into a pooling warmth in his lower abdomen and balls.
Precum soaked the satin knickers. Tristan wanted to lick it off, wanted to taste the salty bitterness as it seeped through the flimsy material. He wanted to feel Aiden’s cock under his tongue as it strained to get out, but instead he released it from its restricting prison. All he heard was Aiden’s whimpers and moans, as he fisted his velvety length, and the sound of their bodies slapping together as he pounded into Aiden. The room smelled of sweat and sex, intoxicating musk with a tinge of aftershave.
Electric chills rolled over Tristan’s skin. His body tightened, and a buzz took up in his ears.
He was aware of Aiden’s increasing groans as his body squeezed Tristan harder. They were both panting, both trying to get as much of the other as they possibly could. Tristan gripped and clutched, his fingertips leaving red marks as they dug into Aiden’s pale skin, but he couldn’t get enough.
Aiden surged up on his knees, forcing Tristan to do the same. The sweat-soaked curls wet his shoulder as Aiden leaned back against him.
The change in position hugged Tristan tighter, made his entire body clench and urged him on. He bent down and licked the sweat off Aiden’s neck, and as the saltiness coated his tongue, Aiden’s hand closed around his. Together they stroked him faster, harder. Desperate sounds filled the air while precum dribbled down their fingers.
Tristan no longer knew where he ended and Aiden began. Together they were one. Together, they hurtled towards the inevitable ending. Tristan didn’t know if he wanted to fling himself towards the finish line or slow down, prolong it.
He couldn’t control the building thunderstorm. Sensations mounted, grew out of proportion. His nerve endings tingled and burned. Each brush against his oversensitive skin sent waves of prickling pleasure through his veins.
Aiden’s moaning grew more desperate. The clasps of the suspender belt reminded Tristan they were there every time they connected with his thighs as Aiden met his thrusts.
Tristan’s balls tightened. He tried to hold on for a bit longer, but as wetness spilled over his hand, he gave himself over. A lightning bolt shot down his spine, into the core of him, and he blew apart. A white-hot explosion went off behind his eyes as he squeezed them shut, and a tidal wave of tingles crashed over both of them.
Aiden clung to Tristan as wet spurts painted his abdomen, a whine still lingering on his lips. Tristan tried to control his panting, desperately sucked in breath after breath, but it wasn’t enough to calm his racing heart. Sweat dripped onto his temple, and he reached up to wipe the droplets away.
“Holy shit,” Aiden moaned against his neck. “We are so doing that again.”
Tristan couldn’t help but chuckle even though it came out a bit throaty. Then he pulled out, wound his arm around Aiden’s waist and let himself fall down on the bed, pulling Aiden close.
“Next time I’m buying a corset.” Aiden beamed at him before crushing their lips together.
Next time.
Next time Tristan would do the shopping.
THE END
ABOUT OFELIA GRÄND
Ofelia Gränd is Swedish, which often shines through in her stories. She likes to write about everyday people ending up in not-so-everyday situations, and hopefully also getting out of them. She writes about men falling in love with other men, but when it comes to subgenres, she likes to mix and match.
Her books are written for readers who want to take a break from their everyday life for an hour or two.
When Ofelia manages to tear herself from the screen and sneak away from husband and children, she likes to take walks in the woods…if she’s lucky, she finds her way back home again.
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