Tristan had kissed a few men in his life, one of whom was his ex-boyfriend, but nothing prepared him for the way he felt when Leonardo pressed their lips together. It might be more of a psychological than physiological reaction. He couldn’t deny that he was in love with Leonardo. That might be the reason why the gentle kisses between them were so arousing.
He writhed on the bed underneath Leonardo’s heavier, more muscled body, but he gave up trying to move when the other man bore down harder onto him. Not that he wanted to go anywhere at all. The delicious and maddening friction of their pants-covered c***s rubbing against each other was more than enough as an incentive for him to wrap his legs around Leonardo’s thighs. He yearned for more, but Leonardo seemed intent on taking his own swe
