"Oh," he responded, feeling heat in his belly. "Then don't. Say no, I mean."
Cade stared at him, his expression unreadable, for several tense seconds. Finally, he said, "Okay."
"Yeah?" Tristan smiled, feeling triumphant.
"Yeah."
Stretching up on his toes, Tristan fit their mouths together, and they kissed lazily, nipping and teasing until he needed more.
"Can we move to the bed?"
Without a word, Cade allowed Tristan to pull him by the hand toward the bed.
"Can you lie on your back?"
When Cade did as he asked and then looked up at him with hooded eyes and a curious expression, Tristan's heart began to hammer in his chest, and the whooshing of blood filled his ears as he straddled narrow hips and leaned down for a long, messy kiss thatthe other man allowed him to control for only a moment before devouring his mouth.
Pulling away breathless, Tristan trailed his lips along a strong jaw, then moved to nibble an earlobe and lick the salty skin of Cade's neck, savoring the taste of sweat. Sliding his hands under the thin t-shirt, they skimmed over smooth, hot flesh and hard muscles. When Cade shivered, Tristan preened with satisfaction, feeling smug that he could elicit such a reaction.
"Can we take this off?"
When Cade lifted his arms in agreement, Tristan tugged the shirt over his head, taking a moment to appreciate the sight in front of him. Running his hands over the ridges of abdominal muscles and sculpted pecs, he whispered, "You're gorgeous, you know that?"
Cade's cheeks dusted a soft pink, and Tristan grinned goofily, then ran his mouth over the tattooed shoulder and down one bulging bicep. After pausing to tease the sensitive skin in the crook of Cade's elbow with his tongue, he trailed kisses down a veiny, inked forearm before pressing his lips to the large, warm palm. When he pulled away, that hand clenched and unclenched.
"I love your hands."
"You like what they do to you," came the husky, suggestive response.
"Yes, I love it," Tristan admitted as his thumb teased at one pert nipple. When he bent down to suck at the other one, Cade dragged in a sharp breath.
Looking up, he asked, "Sensitive, huh?"
"I guess. No one's ever paid attention to them before."
"That's too bad."
Tristan moved on to lick down the hard planes of firm abdominal muscles, fitting his tongue into the grooves until Cade squirmed.
He laughed softly. "Ticklish?"
"No."
Still smiling because he knew that was a lie, he continued his southward trail until he reached the waistband of the other man's tented sweatpants.
"I'm going to take these off now, okay?"
Cade lifted his hips, and after Tristan slid the sweats and boxer briefs off, his eyes raked hungrily over the other man's naked form, from the wariness radiating from deep brown eyes, to the sexy, scruff-covered jaw, to the black ink curling over one hip, and finally the thick cock, already standing at attention and gathering pre-cum.
Focusing first on the tattoo he'd been dying to inspect closely, Tristan lightly traced a finger over the contours of the tribal-style dragon that danced along the defined v-line. When Cade squirmed from the slight touch, Tristan's mouth tilted up, and he licked his lips before scooting down between naked legs. With one teasing glance, a smirk, and a single raised eyebrow, he dipped down to suck on Cade's balls. The heady, musky scent, along with a poorly suppressed moan, went straight to his dick.
With rising confidence, he licked along the underside of Cade's shaft from base to tip while keeping their eyes locked. The sensual expression on Cade's face was so captivating that he paused to commit the sight to memory.
Wrapping his lips around the head, Tristan teased and flicked before swallowing down as much of the length as possible. When he hollowed out his cheeks, Cade moaned and sank fingers into his curls. Feeling giddy over these reactions, he would have laughed if his mouth weren't full of dick, but Tristan continued to bob and suck, working what he couldn't reach with his hand, until a tight grip tugged at his hair.
"Tris, stop," came the gruff warning.
Assuming Cade was about to come and didn't want to, Tristan dipped down one more time, then popped off, and without hesitating, asked, "Can I ride you?"
