"Hmm?" Cade hummed, licking and kissing Tristan's skin.
"I want you."
"Me too. I missed you so much while you were gone. I was so scared and... "
"I'm sorry you went through that. I'm sorry... "
"Shh," Cade hushed him, capturing his lips again. "It's okay now," he whispered, running his lips down Tristan's arched neck to his collarbone. "It's okay," Cade repeated, and Tristan unraveled a little more at each quiet reassurance.
Enjoying the sweet kisses and tender caresses, he waited for the commands, the teasing, but Cade's mouth and hands remained achingly gentle, reverent.
"What are you... what's... " Tristan knew he sounded stupid, but he hoped he got his point across.
Cade lifted his head, his eyes pleading. "Please let me. I need to show you."
Understanding his silent request, Tristan gasped softly. "Okay."
Tristan found himself on his back with a heavy, hard body on top of him while a calloused hand slid up his stomach and chest, to his nape, into his hair. He tugged at his boyfriend's too-small t-shirt, and when Cade let him drag it over his head, the warmth of skin on skin crackled an electric charge throughout his body.
Cade's kisses were featherlight as they trailed across Tristan's shoulder, down his bicep, to the crook of his elbow, and to the inside of his wrist, where they lingered over the abrasions before continuing to his palm. Like this — intense and gorgeous, dark eyes like midnight — Cade was utterly mesmerizing.
Because itwas clear in every brush of his fingertips, in every graze of his lips; it oozed out of his pores, so obvious and apparent that it made Tristan's head spin. Cade was telling him with every caress, 'I love you. I treasure you. I'll cherish you always.'
The idea that those strong hands — hands that committed violent, merciless acts — could treat him likea precious gift made Tristan want to sob with gratitude.
After sliding Tristan's boxers off, Cade found the lube and squirted some onto his hand before fitting their bodies back together. His other palm found his partner's, and he entangled their fingers in a sweet, intimate gesture. He leaned in for another kiss as he reached down further, and Tristan opened his legs in invitation, his body thrumming with desire.
As his finger teased, Cade trailed his mouth down Tristan's chest, stopping to briefly suck on one nipple, scraping open-mouthed kisses down his stomach along the auburn happy trail, and pausing there.
"Tris," he whispered. "You're mine, right? Please say it."
It was a plea, not a command, and Tristan rushed to swear, "Yes, I'm yours. Only yours."
"Good," Cade mumbled, pushing a finger inside and swallowing Tristan's dick down to its base until. Moaning at the double sensation, Tristan's hands twisted in the sheets as his boyfriend worked his mouth up and down with delicious suction, finger invading his body, probing the spot that had him whining pitifully for more.
The pleasure danced along his nerve endings, tingling every inch of his skin, as Cade pressed two fingers on his prostate while his mouth tried to suck his soul from his dick. Tristan climbed higher, strung tight with tension, rocketing toward the edge, and when he felt a wet, hot tongue swirl around him, his orgasm crested. Hips rising from the bed, fireworks exploding behind his eyelids in colorful bursts, he let out a low, pornographic moan, and when Cade hummed around his cock and swallowed down his release, it sent aftershocks splintering through his body.
When Cade popped off his dick, Tristan shivered as he enjoyed the boneless, peaceful feeling of endorphins flooding his bloodstream. With eyes closed, he sensed the other man's gaze on him and lifted one side of his mouth in a small smile that widened when he felt soft lips press there.
The welcome invasion of three fingers reminded him there was more to come, but a sudden curse startled him out of his languid daze.
"Fuck," Cade cursed as his hand froze.
Tristan's eyes flew open. "What?"
"No condoms."
He watched with fascination and amusement as his boyfriend's face cycled through the five stages of grief. Cade looked so disgruntled that Tristan would have laughed if the observation hadn't been so heartbreakingly true.
"I have some, but I don't think they'll fit you."
They stared at each other for several heartbeats with shared disappointment, then Cade removed his hand with a squelch that should have embarrassed Tristan.
In a moment of clarity, Tristan blurted out, "We don't need one."
"What?"
More quietly, he said, "I haven't been with anyone since I was tested last, so I'm clean. What about you?"
