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.