Chapter Twenty-Four #2
Tristan gazed up at Austin with pointed intensity.
“I did… But I admit, I’m not too fond of the idea of you making use of all his skills.
” A finger traced a straight line down the centre of Austin’s shaft, the tiniest scrape of a fingernail causing his nerves to begin firing.
Desire crept through Austin. He could not look away from Tristan’s eyes.
“All his skills?”
Tristan carefully wrapped his fingers around Austin’s length, his grip warm.
Austin’s eyes widened. “He’s trained to pleasure me?”
“Unless he didn’t sneak into those lessons,” Tristan said. “You’d have to ask him to be sure, but if he was aiming for a position like he has gained here, then I doubt he skipped them.”
The idea was so bizarre that Austin laughed.
He recalled Connor, and his fury when he’d thought Austin had cheated on him with their classmate.
There had been no forgiveness. Austin might as well have been dead as far as he cared.
The rejection had hurt, deeply. Somehow, though the crime had been imagined, Austin had still been punished and condemned for it.
Austin adjusted his weight, angling himself so that his hardened cock could slide neatly into Tristan’s palm.
“Is there any sin you would not forgive me for?” He tilted his head back and drew deep, controlled breaths, but already a light tremble shook him.
Pleasure rose in waves as Tristan worked him with one hand, wetting his fingers with precum from Austin’s tip.
“None that I can think of.” Tristan raised his knees, allowing Austin to lean against them for support. Sweat began to bead on Austin’s body, and his toes curled in the silk sheets. His steady breaths gave way to pants, then to little groans.
Tristan worked him with a firm, practised grip. The soft squelch of it left Austin humming in agitated delight, undone by the sheer dirtiness of the sound.
A distressing thought cut through the centre of his pleasure.
With a growl, Austin found himself gripping Tristan’s throat, leaning over the merman. Tristan’s hand did not stop, but his pupils flared wide as Austin bore down on him. “Do you have an attendant?”
“Char attends me—”
“Char gives you handjobs? That old man!”
Tristan flipped Austin onto his back, dislodging the hand on his throat. “That remark—” He did not finish the sentence.
Austin growled back, baring his teeth. “You know what I was asking.”
Tristan seized Austin by the hips and flipped him again. The mattress bounced Austin against Tristan’s firm chest. Fingers curved over his ribs, and Tristan slid his hand down Austin’s stomach, taking a firm hold of him once more as he trailed taking kisses down Austin’s spine.
Austin arched into his touch, shifting enough to get his hips lifted and to give Tristan more room to work. He clutched the pillow his face had been rudely buried into—something he would avenge later—and let the stuffed feather luxury muffle a moan.
Halfway down Austin’s spine, Tristan stiffened.
“Ah.”
The sound fell hot against Austin’s back.
Austin twisted to peer over his shoulder through wet eyes.
Tristan’s knees bracketed Austin’s hips, thick thighs leading to a great and jutting cock, the tip a glistening, wet purple.
Tristan was leaning over, poised to deliver another kiss at any moment, but his expression was caught in something close to pain.
“Did I hurt you?” Austin asked in alarm.
Had he used the power of his voice? Had it sprung up from anger at Tristan for flipping him over without asking?
A muddle of confusion grew. Austin hadn’t been angry.
Nor upset or overwhelmed or defensive. But there was a simmer in his blood, joining in a delightful dance with his desire and need.
“The opposite,” Tristan said thickly. Goosebumps covered his arms.
Austin’s gaze moved once more between Tristan’s legs. His erection was an iron bar against his stomach. His tip looked painful.
Tristan noticed Austin’s worried look and caught his gaze.
“This,” Tristan said pointedly, “is also happiness. Do not misread me, my sweet. I’m happier here than anywhere else in the world.
Now, if you’ll allow me…” His kisses continued, vertebrae by vertebrae descending until his mouth was at the swell of Austin’s buttocks.
When Austin’s body trembled too much to keep watching, he buried his face into the pillow once more, suffocating himself on humid, heavy breaths as Tristan’s hand, slick with lube, steadily worked Austin’s cock in firm strokes.
Warmth and wetness closed around Austin’s balls as Tristan sucked them into his mouth.
Tristan swallowed.
A cry tore from Austin’s throat, muffled by the pillow, but he swore the sound spilled out from his very pores. Tristan faltered, choking for a second and releasing Austin’s balls to suck in sharp breaths. His hand stopped moving.
Austin twisted his head to the side, aware through the murk of arousal that his power was spilling out of him on every groan. “Is it too much?” he managed. “Stop if it hurts you. Please.”
Tristan’s laboured breaths matched Austin’s. His voice was thick and husky. “As I said, there is no pain.”
And without preamble, his tongue traced the line of Austin’s taint, then found his hole, kissing and teasing.
Austin arched into the merman, shaking as lips became tongue, breaching him with careful pressure.
The gentle penetration felt nothing at all like the awkward private preparation he’d done the nights he thought things would go further with Connor.
This, Austin realised, was something entirely different.
“Tristan,” Austin whispered.
Tristan’s groan accompanied a hot splatter landing on the back of Austin’s thighs. He forced his body to shift enough to see that Tristan’s cock was trembling as it leaked cum. Tristan’s eyes flicked up, his pupils blown wide. Austin wasn’t the only one shaking.
Tristan travelled back up Austin’s spine with a trail of kisses. As he did this, he released Austin’s cock, taking his lubed and wet hand to where his mouth had just been. He kneaded and massaged and very carefully sank his fingers into Austin before beginning to gently thrust.
On every moan that gasped from Austin’s lips, Tristan would freeze, his cock trembling where the tip pushed against Austin’s balls as cum leaked out. Then he would recover, breaths more ragged than before, and continue to thrust his fingers into Austin.
Austin’s hips swayed. His eyes squeezed shut, and he panted, barely able to breathe as a bundle of nerves ignited inside him, expertly targeted and teased by Tristan’s fingers. The feeling grew so large that anything beyond the fire burning inside became incomprehensible.
Three fingers. Four. Tristan’s deep moans. The sweat of their bodies. The smell of sex. The very air trembled as Austin’s breath caught in his chest. The orgasm hit. His body seized, hips rolling desperately as he released onto the sheets, anchored by the fingers curling inside him.
Tristan trembled atop him, hot semen spilling onto Austin’s balls, his weight collapsing directly onto Austin’s back when the twitching in his cock ceased. Austin groaned softly under his weight.
Tristan’s forehead pressed against the back of Austin’s neck, ragged pants gradually levelling out.
Immobilised, Austin waited patiently. He felt wet and dirty, though unbothered by both, and the musky smell of sex that reached his nose was somehow nice too.
Tristan’s fingers were still inside him, absently massaging Austin, pinging every now and then on that delicious bundle of nerves.
“I was right,” Austin murmured, dazed. The pillow swallowed most of his words. “That it would be a good thing with you.”
Tristan’s breath caught. He carefully slid his fingers out of Austin and lifted his weight away.
A gentle hand at Austin’s shoulder encouraged him onto his back, which Austin barely managed, completely depleted of energy.
He blinked tiredly up at Tristan as he made a careful, thorough examination of Austin’s expression, and then looked at the mess he’d made of his body.
Austin idly reached a hand down, feeling drying cum all over his lower half. His own had splattered onto his stomach and the mattress. Tristan’s was drying all over his genitals, spread around his balls and dripping off Austin’s shaft, too. His hips and thighs were a palette of raindrops.
Tristan’s cock began to rise the longer he looked.
Austin made a soft, aggrieved sound.
“I’m tired now.”
There was a light tremble in Tristan’s hand as he ran it up Austin’s outer thigh. With a hard breath, he tore his gaze away and bent to kiss Austin’s cheek. “I will run the bath.”