Fiery Heat

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his ravaged body. He lay sprawled in the middle of the king-sized bed, half on his back and

The distinct ache inside his arse remi

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

th with a spare toothbrush which Damon had obviously left for him. He couldn't find his clothes but realized there were clean sweatpants and a matching grey t-shirt on the cou

ng something really good. The house seems awfully quiet though save for the classical music pla

acks. Damon in a tight white wife-beater and red sweatpants

up from what he was doing when h

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'

and started towards him. When he got to Tristan, Damon simply drew him into his arms and held him. Tristan was stiff

did you sleep?" He asked, his voice very low

stan murmured in

y?" Damo

ringing his face up from Damon's neck to

nd flicked his tongue over the shell of h

and moaned help

iss it and ma

stan said getting a

ver after breakfast?" Damon

ugh. He couldn't believe he actually had a

you doing with this?" Damon asked bringing a h

't help it when I'm around you." He

he flash of pain that crossed Tristan's face when his butt touched the surface. Shit! Damon t

t tore out of his lips. "Shit Damon," He added

o answer that they were alone, then t

Damon." Tris

and swiped his tongue over it. Then he dipped to the

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

hair. The orgasm swirled at the base of his spine, growing hott

him. And when he swallowed around Tristan's cock he heard a gasp and then he was coming, pulsing in Damon's

of his mouth. Then he pulled his sweats back up. Trista