Tristan chuckled and moved his hand on Aiden’s c**k. Aiden had almost forgotten it was there, but now, when Tristan’s thumb slid over the crown, smearing pre-c*m over his heated skin, he moaned. The shivers came back to life, warmth washing over him as something large built in his chest.
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Tristan whispered in his ear as Aiden began to rock into his hand. “That’s how it’s supposed to be, not tensing up and gritting your teeth.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Aiden pushed against Tristan’s c**k, wanting it inside of him. At the same time as Aiden pressed against Tristan, he backed away, not letting him have it.
“No, you don’t. I don’t know how many times we’ve done this—”
“Like this? Never.” Aiden didn’t want to talk. He yearned for Tristan to f**k him. He needed t
