1. Fiery Heat Ch 5


    Date: 6/4/2016, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Vectivus, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    hot, hungry and oh so good. Damon ended the kiss with a tiny little bite at Tristan’s full bottom lip. He pressed his forehead to Tristan’s, sharing air and space, relishing in the magnetic scent of aroused male. “You are too hot for your own good. How are you feeling now?” Damon whispered. “Horny,” Tristan breathed roughly. “Very horny, Damon. You kiss really good.” Damon’s lips kicked up at the corner and his eyes filled with a weary sort of humour. Then he was kissing Tristan again, drawing his tongue into his mouth, possessing him, making the heat in his body rise, his cock hard between his thighs. Tristan admitted he was in a hell of a mess now. Somehow, someway Damon had made him crazed for his touch, his kiss. He knew for sure Damon did not have any feelings for him. To Damon, what had taken place between them was just sex. For the first time in his life Tristan knew how all those girls must have felt. Dumping their arses whenever they expected commitment from him or developed any feelings for him. Karma was indeed a bitch all right. Fuck.!! For the next two hours, all Tristan could do was think about Damon. For someone who had planned on sl**ping, this was rather distracting. Before he realized what he was doing, he was reaching for his phone. “I say fuck school, knock her up.” Dean screamed and everyone roared with laughter. “You can always continue after the baby Briana Darling.” He ended with a wink making an amused Briana blush. “I say you guys enjoy the world ...
    before bringing in babies.” Damon said to Cole. “From what I hear, they steal your wife right from under your nose man. Don’t do it. At least not now." “And who the fuck are you to talk?” Matt asked Damon, “Let the experienced folks talk. Hey Michael, did Melissa take Mary away from you?” Michael took his eyes off a pregnant Mary and stared blankly at his friends. “What?” He asked making it obvious he was not following their conversation. He had eyes only for his sweet wife who had forgiven him for cheating on her. All the guys groaned when Dean started going over what had been said. Damon felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out to see he had a message from Tristan. He couldn't help the smile that stretched his lips. Tristan: i miss you. Damon: Still up? Thought u said u were going to sl**p Tristan: I know. Still feelin sl**py…but missing u Getting up, Damon started dialling Tristan’s number whiles walking from Cole’s living room to the den or what they called, the ‘boyz ghetto’. Tristan picked up on the first ring. “Hey.” Damon responded noting how sl**py Tristan sounded. The drowsy cadence of his voice started a delicious melting in Damon’s lower belly. “Can’t sl**p?” He had almost suggested Tristan come with him to Cole’s house when he dropped him off at home, but had stopped himself when Tristan said he was going to sl**p. “Trying to.” God, Damon sounded so sexy on the phone. That deep voice slid down his spine like carresing hands. “Why don’t you read a book? ...
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