Then he took Josiah to the back of his throat again. His warm, wet mouth stroked Josiah’s prick. The room spun. He had nothing to hold onto except for Tristan, so he did just that. Bent his head forward and watched the sexy man as he sucked Josiah off.
It wasn’t as if Tristan wasn’t always gorgeous, but there was something so...beautiful about seeing him let go. Because he was. Josiah saw that in the way he lavished him. The way his eyes closed and his body shuddered. It was the first time Josiah has really seen Tristan free, and it rocked him to his core.
Each time he pulled off, he swirled his tongue around the head before taking him deep again. Josiah’s balls tightened. His release right there and begging to burst free, but wanting this to last forever, too. But then Tristan pulled off. Squeezed the base of Josiah’s cock. “No. Don’t come. I want to taste you. Want to know if you’re just as sweet as you are everywhere else, but I want to be inside you when you come.”
Josiah jumped when Tristan smacked his ass and said, “Get on the bed.” He took that slap, hoping it would pull him out of whatever he’d started to slip into. The part of him who started seeing Tristan differently.
Josiah did as he was told. Tristan pulled out his wallet and grabbed a condom from inside before unbuttoning his pants and letting them drop to the floor. His boxer-briefs went next. He stood in front of Josiah, long, thick and hard. The head of his cock purple-ish. Veins ran the length of it. Josiah’s breath caught.
“Lube?” Tristan asked.
“Drawer.” He barely managed to push the word past his lips. His body felt like it was on fire. Needy and urgent and ready to explode.
Tristan grabbed the lube and tossed it along with the condom onto the bed. “Open your legs.”
Josiah did and Tristan went between them. He squirted some of the lube onto his finger before rubbing it on Josiah’s hole. It was cold and he flinched, while his body begged for more at the same time.
“How long has it been for you?” Tristan asked.
He didn’t want to, but finally admitted, “Over seven years.”
Tristan just stared at him. If Josiah knew him, he was thinking about the fact that Josiah hadn’t been with anyone since he was eighteen. Even now that he was in school and people asked him out, he still hadn’t had sex with anyone. The knowledge started taunting him, too. He hadn’t wanted anyone. He’d said no, but maybe...maybe this had been what he waited for. Tristan. Josiah couldn’t give himself to just anyone. Fear began to push its way through. Not wanting Tristan to change his mind, he said, “I want you. Please.”
The familiarity of the words threatened to drag him to the past, but Josiah didn’t let them. He moved his body toward Tristan, who gave his signature nod and slowly pushed a finger inside. Past the ring of muscles. Josiah’s body automatically tensed up.
Tristan’s finger pressed in deeper. His mouth came down on Josiah’s at the same time. In and out, he worked his finger as his tongue did the same to Josiah’s mouth.
He took his mouth away and said, “That’s it. Relax for me.” He twisted his finger as he worked him. Another squirt of lube, and then Josiah tensed again as Tristan used two fingers to stretch him this time.
“Tristan...” But he was moving against Tristan’s hand now, too. Twist. In. Out. Tristan rotated movements, preparing Josiah’s body for what would come next.
“You’re so tight. I’m going to hate hurting you, but Christ, I can’t wait to fuck you, either. I’ll make it good for you.”
And then, more than just his body exploded. Emotions, too, at the sound of Tristan’s voice and the part of him Josiah knew never would want to hurt him in any way. His eyes closed as he moved his body along with Tristan’s hand, trying to focus on the physical. “I know,” he whispered. There had only been one other person in his life he knew truly never wanted to hurt him... But then, he had. He had.
“You’re disappearing on me. Come back.” Another slow and sensual kiss. Josiah’s whole body buzzed with electricity. Felt sensitive. Even the sound of Tristan’s breathing threatened to make him spiral out of control.
Reaching out, he wrapped a hand around Tristan’s erection. Pumped it up and down. Hot. He was so hot and hard.
“Fuck, I need inside you.” Tristan pulled back, and his fingers were gone. Josiah watched as he slid the condom down his thick rod. “Turn over.”
Josiah paused, but then Tristan added, “I told you I’d make it good for you. Trust me.”
He rested on his stomach, and then Tristan was at his back. More cold lube on his hole. His body went taut, and then a kiss to one of his ass cheeks. Then his lower back. Shoulder blade. Tristan’s arms went under his then wrapped around so he held Josiah’s shoulders. Pain shot through him as Tristan started to push inside.
