Mesmerized by Tristan’s dark eyes on the pillow, Rain gazed back at him, the bedroom slowly melting away. He could only see and hear Tristan.
Lying naked and face to face under the blanket, they caressed each other—slow strokes following the same rhythm, the glow of the moon throwing their silhouettes on the wall. Tristan moaned and Rain pumped Tristan’s c**k harder, as Tristan’s hand moved over Rain’s erection, their bodies growing taut with excitement. Rain pressed his forehead to Tristan’s, hungry for his hot mouth. With his free hand, Tristan gripped the nape of Rain’s hair and drew him closer, still stroking him, and Rain leaned away a little, wanting to see Tristan’s face when he came. The climax rushed through him, and letting go, he crushed his lips to Tristan’s, allowing himself
