13 - Reassurances
Leander Chase-Morgan
Once Miles returned to the guest house, Leander went back upstairs, stripping down to his underwear and crawling into bed.
He nuzzled kisses into the sleepy warmth of Tristan's neck, cuddling close to him, tugging Tristan's underwear aside so he could slide down to suckle his half-hard cock.
His husband let out a sleepy, appreciative noise, shifting to give him better access as his fingers stroked through Leander's hair. "Mmm... good morning..."
"It's a very good morning," Leander murmured.
He hummed appreciatively as he filled his mouth with his husband, reveling in how Tristan twitched and hardened most enticingly under his ministrations.
Part of him wanted to suck and swallow him until Tristan came down his throat, then fuck him until he came again.
But talking with one's mouth full was difficult as well as rude.
He wiggled Tristan's underwear down over his hips and off as he teased the underside of his head with his tongue, then swallowed him to the hilt once more.
His husband made a sleepy, happy noise, followed by a questioning one as Leander moved up his body.
"I just had coffee with Miles," he murmured, claiming Tristan's mouth as he brought their hips together, rocking against him slowly.
"I'm very glad you had a bit of playtime last night, darling.
We talked about a few things... like the fact that maybe later we should watch each other have sex again in our mirrored room downstairs. "
Tristan's hips stuttered up into him as he drew a soft breath against Leander's mouth. "Really?"
"If you still want to, darling."
"Oh..." Tristan's cheeks grew flushed as Leander pulled back to look down at him. "I... but do you want to?"
Leander smirked, rolling his hips against him. "Can't you feel how hard I am right now?"
"Not well enough," Tristan replied, biting his bottom lip on a smile. He stroked his hands down Leander's back and into his underwear, squeezing his ass cheeks before starting to tug the garment down. "Will you show me, Sir?"
"Show you how hard it made me to think about my beautiful love and those handsome men naked in the same room?
" Leander kicked off his underwear and pulled Tristan's thighs up around his waist, grinding between the cheeks of his ass.
He loved teasing Tristan, watching him gasp and squirm under him, craving more but prudently holding back.
This morning, Tristan seemed even more coquettish, biting his lip as he looked up at Leander through his eyelashes.
"You're not weirded out by our history?" Tristan asked softly. The worry wasn't an act, so Leander leaned in to kiss him gently, stroking his fingers up into his hair.
"Miles did ask me to make sure I knew about last night," he said softly. He did his best to keep his words soft, unassuming. No matter what, he had to get this right. "Darling, do you still have feelings for that amazing man?"
Tristan gave a soft, helpless laugh, squirming under him. "It's stupid, isn't it?"
"What? God no. If he was even half as ripped back then as he is now... mmm. Daddy." Leander rolled his hips against him teasingly.
"It's not only his body, though, Leander, I... you know how I've always..."
Leander nuzzled along his jaw, sucking and nibbling at his earlobe. "It's alright, darling... I know that part of you is still very much that sweet, innocent young man... fantasizing about having a handsome, experienced older prince come along and ravish you."
Tristan moaned, soft and helpless, pulling his thighs higher against his sides as he squirmed closer to him. "God, Leander..."
Leander pulled away long enough to grab lube. "Why don't you tell me all about him while I'm inside you?"
"But..." Tristan looked even more worried, so Leander leaned in to kiss him again.
"Darling. You know I like your kinks very much. This one especially. I really, really want to enable it more."
"Even if he was the start of that kink?"
Leander smiled, cuddling him close. "Nothing could ever change how happy I am that you've found him again," he murmured, kissing away the shivering breath that Tristan drew in response.
"Or how appealing I find the idea of us having sex together again.
And anything else that might happen in the future. You can see that, can't you, darling?"
Tristan nodded, tangling his fingers in his hair again, claiming his lips in a trembling kiss. His voice was small. Vulnerable. "Make love to me, Leander. Please."
Leander could sense how uncertain his husband was about his desires for his old friend, even after his reassurances. "Of course, darling. Whatever you need."
He couldn't dream of denying such a plaintive request. Not when he knew it would help reassure Tristan so much more, and not when he craved it so badly, too.
Slicking himself quickly, he pressed the head of his cock against Tristan, pushing into him with careful, insistent rocks until his body yielded.
Tristan gave a soft, whimpering moan as his body stretched around him. He arched up into him, heels pressed to the small of Leander’s back to push him deeper. "Oh...!"
"Mmm, yes..." It was hard to imagine loving Tristan more than in moments like this, when he was spread out under him, gasping in pleasure with each rock of his hips.
Leander dotted soft kisses to his lips. Moving slow and deep, he revelled in each shiver of pleasure as Tristan clenched and fluttered around him.
"Feels so good to be inside you." Leander rolled his hips into him just so, groaning as Tristan whimpered at the surge of sensation.
"Mmm, that's it.... Imagine how nice it's going to be to do this later...
while your old friend's gorgeous big brother watches you get fucked.
That lovely... mmm, big cock so thick and hard from watching me plow your tight little ass... "
He'd been certain that reminding Tristan of their past would do it for his husband, but he hadn't expected how much. Tristan stuttered up into his thrusts with a whine. His fingers dug into Leander's shoulders, breath catching on his gasped words. "God, Leander....!"
"You love the thought of it, don't you?" Leander dropped his head to lick a line up his throat.
He couldn't help but move harder, each thrust a rush of pleasure.
"Mmm, yes... should we do it like this, so he can watch you submit so perfectly?
Just... Mmm, lay back and take my cock, let me use you however I choose while he watches? "
"Oh! Oh god, I..." Tristan's fingers clenched in his hair, tilting his own head back, baring his neck more. Leander took the invitation, worrying at the crook with his teeth, bucking up into him harder and driving a shivering cry from his lips.
"Like this?" Leander asked again, nipping at his earlobe.
It had become second nature now to let these lurid encouragements fall from his lips as he fucked Tristan.
"Or maybe I should make you ride me again...
show your older friend what a good little sub you are...
mmm, fucking yourself so hard and fast on your master's cock. "
Tristan's fingers dug into his shoulders, hips stuttering up to meet his thrusts. "Oh God yes, yes...!"
"Or maybe you want him to take charge instead?" Leander managed to hiss, bucking into him harder at Tristan's whimpering cry. He pulled back to grab both of Tristan's wrists, pinning them beside his head. "Is this what you want, my darling?"
His words pulled a helpless, whimpering cry from his husband's lips, Tristan immediately clenching around his cock. "Oh, God! No. No, I - "
"Don't deny it, darling." Leander braced himself on Tristan's pinned wrists as he started to fuck him in earnest, smiling as his husband's eyes rolled back in pleasure. They'd played like this before, and he trusted Tristan to use his safe words.
But he knew he wasn't going to.
"This is what you want," Leander purred, drinking in Tristan's helpless gasps of pleasure as their bodies came together again and again.
"You just want him to... mmm, hold you down and take what he wants.
Fuck your sweet little ass so hard! Ohhh, yes...
! Maybe I'll let him take a turn when - mmm, when I'm done with you...
fill you up with cum and then - then let your big, strong teenage crush Master you?
Fuck you with that huge cock... fuck you hard and fast - mmm, use you, and take you apart, again and again, God... !"
He knew he was being too bold, and too rough, but Tristan's cries were nothing but exultant. "God, Leander, please, please!"
"Come on, darling," he gasped, letting himself drive up hard and fast, the shuddering bliss of orgasm teasing at his nerves. "Come for me, come like he was fucking you right now, come on - !"
Tristan sobbed, clenching down around him almost impossibly tight.
Experiencing him losing control and jetting between them was hot and intense and perfect.
Leander smothered his yell in his neck as pleasure rushed through his body, as he emptied himself inside Tristan, each spurt another burst of pleasure.
Finally, he pulled back to press soft, breathless kisses to Tristan's lips, letting go of his wrists and cuddling him close. "You alright, darling?"
Tristan nodded, cheeks reddening, glancing down. "Yes. I just... I..."
Leander made a soothing noise, kissing his cheeks. "Don't worry, darling. I got carried away. It didn't have to mean anything."
"You weren't wrong, though," Tristan whispered, and if he hadn't just come, Leander thought he might be instantly hard from the surprisingly appealing mix of longing and shame in those words.
Leander kissed him again, slow and sweet. "And you're not wrong either," he said, hoping he was saying the right words. "And quite honestly... I think Miles would agree with me. But don't worry about it now, alright? We have plenty of time to get to know them both."
Tristan's eyes were bright as he gazed up at him, his smile trembling. "Thank you," he whispered, and Leander kissed him again, heart aching with adoration. "You're so good to me."
"A tiny piece of all the wonderful things you've given me, my darling," he murmured, cuddling Tristan close again.
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