Cade seemed to take a moment to catch up, then replied, "I'm on PrEP and got tested recently."
"Okay then. You don't need a condom."
Lips parted slightly, Cade sucked in a small breath and asked, "Tris, are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. I want to feel you, all of you," he answered, wanting this, maybe even needing it. "Please."
"Fucking hell. I can't say no to you," Cade muttered, attacking his mouth in a dirty, plundering kiss, and quickly shedding his underwear.
Tristan eyed the thick, veiny cock with appreciation and anticipation, his mouth watering as he watched Cade apply more lube and stroke himself a few times before settling onto his knees between Tristan's splayed thighs.
Sitting back on his feet, Cade pulled Tristan close, that dark gaze capturing his eyes, flashing hot with desire, steady and unflinching. It was so intimate and sensual that Tristan was spellbound, unable to look away, watching his partner's face with rapt fascination as his cock invaded his body.
Cade fucked him hard and deep, all the while whispering sweet compliments and effusive praise in a low, soft voice.
"You're so beautiful."
"You're mine, only mine."
"You're so perfect."
"You take my breath away."
"I never want anyone else but you."
The tender words warmed Tristan's belly. He savored the feeling of Cade filling him magnificently, angling purposefully, hitting so deep, he could swear he felt him in his throat.The combination was so potent, his whole body prickled with electric shocks that pulsated through his skin at every stroke.
Cade stared down at where their bodies connected with an erotic, dirty expression that made Tristan shiver. When Cade peered up again, his face glowed with such a staggering mixture of lust and adoration that soft emotions and burning hunger tangled in Tristan's gut.
When Cade clutched his thighs and picked up the pace, Tristan couldn't think anymore, couldn't do anything but feel. The graze of the cockhead against his prostate was delicious and sinful, and he let out a lewd moan as he reached out to cover the strong hands that gripped him.
Cade's face was taut with concentration, his arms and abs flexing and undulating with his movements. He was magnificent, intoxicating, and the stunning view, combined with theideal slant of his hips, had Tristan hurtling toward his second orgasm. Eyes nearly black from blown pupils watched him hungrily while words still spilled from Cade's lips.
"You're so gorgeous like this."
"You look so amazing."
"God, you feel so good."
Tristan let his eyes close as the tension built to a crescendo, then Cade reached up to stroke his dick, his voice hoarse when he coaxed, "Are you gonna come for me, Tris? Wanna watch you. Wanna see you come undone."
The enticing words and the big, skilled hand squeezing just right ultimately plunged him over the cliff. He climaxed again, his body spasming as cum spurted onto his stomach and over the fist stroking him. Cade praised him, telling him how hot he was, how perfect he was, but the words sounded far away as his ears buzzed. His body trembled as Cade hammered into him a few more times and then groaned. Tristan savored the pulsing sensation along with a strange and satisfying warmth, and he knew he wanted to feel it again and again.
When Cade collapsed onto him, he basked in the feeling of being tethered, grounded, and as soft nips and wet kisses sprinkled his neck, he smiled at the feeling of rightness and contentment. His boyfriend brushed damp, red curls off his forehead with his clean hand before he kissed him, sweet and soft, and regarded him with such adoration that Tristan's heart flip-flopped at the sight.
When Cade finally leaned back, his brown eyes hazy, he said, "I'm gonna get up now, okay," in a sexy, husky voice that had Tristan considering a second round. When his partner pulled out, he felt empty, then experienced the unfamiliar sensation of cum dripping from him.
Cade went to get a washcloth, and as he gently cleaned him up, Tristan's mind and body buzzed contentedly. Eyes closed, he heard the click of the lamp, sensed the faint glow behind his eyelids disappear, and felt the other man slide into bed next to him.
When Cade pulled him into his arms, Tristan nestled closer, and they lay tangled together, arms and legs coiled around each other. Pressing his cheek to the broad chest under him, the steady, thumping heartbeat calmed and comforted him. Feeling sated and safe, he started to drift off when he heard a whisper from the darkness.
"Tris, I need you to promise me something."
Alert now, Tristan's eyes opened, but he couldn't see anything but the vague outline of Cade's face. "What?"
"Promise me if you change your mind, if it gets too hard, you'll tell me. If you leave, I won't blame you."
"You think I can't handle dating a grumpy assassin?" was Tristan's instinctive, teasing reply.
