Tristan exhaled, soft and warm. He touched Colby’s cheek like he was something sacred. “Then it’s yours. All of it.”
But when he’d pressed a gentle, closed-mouth kiss to Colby’s lips, he drew away slightly. “You’re sure this is whatyouwant? Not because you think I…”
Colby shook his head. He sometimes worried Tristan would get bored of his limited repertoire, but it wasn’t about that. It was about reclaiming himself. And, hopefully, giving more to Tristan as he did so.
Tristan’s thumb traced the line of his jaw. “You tell me to stop at any point, and I will. No questions, no guilt.”
“I know.” And he did. God, he did. Couldn’t have done this otherwise.
Tristan leaned in and kissed him. His tongue flicked into Colby’s mouth, light and teasing, and it turned Colby on so much hewas dizzy with it. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to kiss Tristan without ending up a hopeless, wanting,needingmess. And he was glad of it, because he’d been beginning to think this was all feeling so clinical that it would be more like a science experiment than sex. The way his cock was responding as Tristan deepened the kiss meant that really wasn’t going to be a problem.
Tristan rolled tight against him, his tongue exploring deep into Colby’s mouth, his cock pushing against Colby’s. This wasn’t Tristan humoring him. He wanted this too—wantedhim—and the weight of that truth chased some of the fear away.
They kissed until they were both breathing heavily, moving against one another, Tristan’s cock leaving a wet trail against Colby’s skin. And then Tristan drew back and reached for the drawer beside the bed. The quiet sound of the cap snapping open made Colby tense—he couldn’t help it—and Tristan noticed. Of course he did. He always did.
“Still okay?” he asked softly.
Colby swallowed, but nodded. “Yeah.” His voice was low. “I want this.” And he wasn’t totally sure which of them he was trying to convince.
Tristan’s gaze didn’t move from his face as he warmed the lube in his hand. There was something devoted in the way he watched Colby, like he was seeing something precious. Something hevalued. He slicked his fingers slowly, letting Colby watch, and Colby’s mouth dried in a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.
The first touch made Colby flinch. A breath caught in his throat. His whole body tensed, wired for roughness and pain that didn’t come, waiting for the moment when choice would vanish.
Tristan stilled instantly, his free hand cupping the side of Colby’s face. “Breathe,” he whispered, and kissed him, slow and anchoring, with no demand in it.
And the kiss worked. Colby’s tension slowly bled away as their mouths moved together, soft and open, exploring and giving, and when Tristan’s fingers brushed over him again, he didn’t pull away.
He nodded, barely more than a motion.
Tristan moved again—gentle, steady—circling, teasing, coaxing him open. “You feel so good like this,” he murmured, lips brushing Colby’s jaw. “Let me take care of you.”
Colby shuddered as Tristan’s finger pushed slowly inside, and it felt sogood. His body wanted this. God,hewanted this. His cock was hard and aching, pressing against Tristan’s hip, and he was starting to push into the rhythm without thinking, hips twitching forward each time Tristan’s finger slid past that tight, sensitive rim.
“More,” he whispered, breath catching. “I’m okay. Give me more.”
Tristan obliged, sliding deeper now, still slow, still careful. He kissed Colby’s mouth again, open and warm, one hand steady at his hip. “I’ve got you,” he said. “I’ve always got you.”
Colby closed his eyes, dizzy with the heat coiling in his gut. Tristan’s hands, the steady thud of his own heartbeat growing louder with every stroke, and it wasgood.
Tristan worked him open with slow, careful strokes, and enough lube to sink a battleship, his fingers curling just enough to tease. Every time Colby gasped or twitched, Tristan pulled back slightly, never rushing, always checking—not with words anymore, but with touch.
“You’re so perfect like this,” Tristan whispered, pressing a kiss to his temple.
Colby let out a breathless sound, halfway between a laugh and a whimper. “You keep saying stuff like that, I’m gonna come just from this.”
Tristan grinned against his skin. “Wouldn’t mind. Not even a little.”
He eased another finger in, and Colby’s body welcomed it, hips rocking in slow rhythm. His breath hitched, but he didn’t flinch—just clenched one hand in the sheets and the other on Tristan’s arm, grounding himself. He felt full, stretched, butgood.Right. The edge of pain he remembered never came.
Then Tristan shifted, changing the angle, and Colby gasped, loud and helpless. He arched off the bed, thighs falling wider as a sharp bolt of pleasure cut through him.
“There?” Tristan asked, voice low and ragged.
“Fuck, yeah. There.”
Tristan kissed him again, and this one wasn’t sweet—it was hot, claiming, full of teeth and tongue. Colby kissed back like he needed it to breathe, hips rolling, fucking himself slowly on Tristan’s fingers. It feltso good.
His cock pulsed where it lay untouched, leaking onto his stomach, but he didn’t need more yet. All the pleasure was rooted deep inside, in the way Tristan touched him, in the way Tristanwatchedhim, like he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have Colby like this.
