Chapter 25: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter…Unbridled passion!

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Damon shivered at the raw need in Tristan’s voice. He didn’t make him ask twice.

“I need to use his room, Stephanie. Can you show me to his room please?” Damon asked urgently, his arms going behind Tristan’s knees to carry him. Tristan’s arms wound tightly around his neck, his face buried in Damon’s shoulder blades. He clung to him, shaking.

Stephanie led the way up the stairs to Tristan’s room. She opened the door to let them in.

“You are welcome to stay the night Damon. He needs you.” She said softly.

“Thanks, Stephanie.” She left closing the door softly behind her. Damon turned the lock.

Immediately Tristan’s feet touched the ground, they started tearing at each other’s clothes, both getting gloriously naked. Damon’s lips slanted over his in a kiss that was wild, wet, and passionate, his tongue fucking Tristan’s mouth deep and fast as he ground his hips against him. They both moaned as they slid and rubbed together, their cocks already slick with pre-cum. Tristan felt Damon’s cock hard, hot and heavy against him and knew that was just what he needed.

"Fuck me, Damon." Tristan shivered. He could almost feel Damon moving in him already.

Big hands slid under Tristan’s arse and lifted, planting his back hard against the wall. Tristan wrapped his legs around Damon’s hips, arched into him, and moaned.

“Shit! Lube,” He gasped. “Where’s your lube, Tris?” Tristan smiled. Damon had nearly forgotten lube. At least Damon was as lust-crazed as he was.

“No lube, fuck me dry,” Tristan grunted against his ear. “I want to feel everything, the burn, the pain.” He nipped at Damon’s neck.

“Hell no. I’m not going to hurt you. Point me to the lube Tristan.” Damon’s strained voice showed how thin his hold on control was. “Now!”

With a sigh, Tristan pointed to the bedside drawer and Damon walked, with Tristan’s legs still around his hips, to the drawer and retrieved a tube of lube. He put Tristan back in his former position, against the wall and proceeded to pour some lube into both his hand and Tristan’s.

“Get me ready baby.” Damon's voice was so sexy Tristan melted.

He reached down and wrapped his palm around Damon’s throbbing cock and gasped when he felt Damon’s lubed fingers at his entrance. He groaned when two fingers entered him. It felt so fucking good. Tristan groaned and grunted and whimpered for the fuck and started to buck against the delicious assault. He fucked himself on those fingers until he thought he’d go insane, his body sweating, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he begged Damon to fuck him.

“Oh God, it’s so good. You feel so good, Damon.” Tristan’s breath caught, mouth falling open as his head fell back in ecstasy.

He stroked Damon roughly, slicking him with the lube from base to the pierced tip. Damon worked his fingers into Tristan’s arse, stretching him till he thought he was ready for his cock. But just when he was about to take out his fingers, Tristan froze, his green eyes dilated. He looked blissed out.

"Damon, please,” he whimpered. “Don’t stop yet. I’m gonna come."

"Come for me, baby. Do it." Damon slid his fingers deeper, brushing against Tristan's prostate.

He lost it. Just fucking lost it, his dick spasming and come flying out between them. It was all Tristan could do not to scream. Only the knowledge that his parents might hear him kept him from crying out a litany of words. He whimpered as he came hard between them, almost sobbing, making the most gorgeous noise. Oh fuck, it felt amazing, so unbelievably good.

Every time Tristan shot, Damon felt his hole spasm, could feel the contractions against his fingertips. He had never looked sexier than he looked at that very moment to Damon.

"Stunning,” Damon murmured, enthralled by the look of total bliss on Tristan’s face. “Now I'm gonna fuck you," Damon said, kissing Tristan hard, pushing his tongue into his mouth as the broad head of his pierced cock pushed against him, parting the slick opening. He surged heavily inside him, the thick length of his rigid cock tunneling deep inside his channel.

“Oh, god, Tris.” Gasping his name, Damon buried his face in his throat and ground his hips against Tristan, trying to get deeper, shoving and circling as he pushed in taking Tristan in a long thrust and then another, going deep.

“Fuck.” Tristan brought Damon’s head up and rested his forehead on Damon’s, trembling as he slid inside deeper and deeper.

He felt every vein and every twitch as Damon dragged along his passage. He hadn’t lost his erection even for a second after coming. His cock throbbed. The stretching was intense. Delicious. His channel clenched desperately around Damon. Damon made a rough sound of pleasure, pulling out just a little before sliding back slowly. The wide crest of his cock, massaging the bundle of nerves deep inside Tristan that only he had ever reached.

“Tris.” His name tumbled from the lips hovering above his. Damon shuddered as he bottomed out, then he stilled, heavy breaths fanning across Tristan’s face. The tight heat enclosing him was maddening. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Tristan groaned as the hot metal of Damon’s barbell brushed against his button. His eyelids fluttered and his lips parted in ecstasy. Fully seated in the clinging heat of Tristan’s body, Damon stared into his unfocused green eyes. God, he was so fucking sexy he couldn’t keep his eyes off him. With the glazed look of helpless pleasure, and lips slightly parted in total bliss Tristan looked like a wet dream. Damon’s heart melted all over again.

"So hot, baby. You're so fucking sexy. Ready?” Damon asked breathing hard, low rumbles vibrating in his chest. He was hot for Tristan.

“Yeah, more than. Fuck me. Oh, God Damon. Fuck me hard.”