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But Leaf didn’t want to talk. He kissed Tristan’s neck, fumbling with his belt.

“Leaf, I talked to Carol.”

“Yeah?” Leaf murmured, continuing to kiss his skin.

“We can postpone some concerts.”

Leaf didn’t care. He finally got Tristan’s belt undone, unzipped his pants, and found his mouth again. Tristan sighed, meeting him with his tongue.

“Fuck… Leaf. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.”

“I was so scared for you.”

“Me too.” Leaf slid his hands under Tristan’s shirt, over his stomach, and up his back.

“We… found a place for you. In a clinic.”

Tristan tensed visibly, waiting for his reaction. But Leaf wanted only one thing. He yanked Tristan’s shirt over his head and kissed him. Then he pulled off his own shirt, tossing it aside, and sought Tristan’s lips again. Tristan touched him just as hungrily, playing with his nipples and drawing him closer.

“Leaf, what do you say? We’ll postpone the tour if you agree to go to rehab.”

The word sparked something inside him—it was the help he had longed for—but his body was already burning too hot. He didn’t care what happened to him. All he wanted was Tristan.

“Leaf! This is important. Please. I don’t want you to feel like we went behind your back. We’re giving you an opportunity.”

“I know,” Leaf said, sliding his hand into Tristan’s boxer briefs.

Tristan moaned and clung to him.

“So? What do you want?”

“You. I just want you.”

“Oh damn.” Tristan sighed and glided his fingers into Leaf’s pants. He tugged them down and massaged his cock. “Fuck, you’re driving me crazy.”

Leaf moaned, ramming his body against his. “No, you’re driving me crazy.”

“Do it right,” Tristan said, turning around and bracing himself on the sink. “I want to feel you. Inside me.”

“I’m not equipped.”

“But I am. Back pocket.”

Leaf stripped down Tristan’s pants and crouched, his hands kneading Tristan’s buttocks as he kissed his way to the entrance. When he teased with his tongue, Tristan arched and moaned, his breath hitching with each touch. Leaf continued, savoring the act of teasing him. He slicked his finger with lube and gently prepared Tristan.

“Oh fuck…” Tristan moaned, pushing back against him, whimpering. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

Leaf slid on the condom and coated himself with lube. Positioning himself at Tristan’s entrance, he slowly pushed, going deeper until he was fully inside, then took a deep breath. Tristan also paused to catch his breath. When he lifted his head and saw Leaf in the mirror, their eyes met, igniting Leaf’s desire. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Leaf moved carefully, thrusting in and out while running a hand over Tristan’s back.

He thrust faster and faster, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on Tristan. Tristan arched his neck, prompting Leaf to gently place a hand on his throat, guiding him closer.

“Harder,” Tristan moaned, squirming in his hold. He leaned back against Leaf’s shoulder, seeking his lips.

Their tongues entwined in a wild dance, their breaths mingling. Leaf wrapped his hand around Tristan’s cock, stroking him while he thrust deeper, drawing sweet sounds from him.

Tristan braced himself against the sink again. When their eyes met in the mirror and Leaf saw his lust, it lit a fuse inside him. Driven by a single thought, he picked up the pace.