Chapter 46: Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas: An explosive encounter… Make-up bliss!

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Tristan pulled off his boxers to release his weeping cock, and then he pulled off Damon’s. Leaning to the side, he pulled his duffel bag to him and took out a tube of lube. He opened it and squirted some onto Damon’s cock. Then he stroked that big beautiful cock, spreading the lube all over it. Whilst stroking Damon’s cock, Tristan coated his fingers and spreading his legs wide, he allowed his finger to breach his hole, lubing himself up. It was hot!

Damon just watched him, breathing hard. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Tristan’s parted lips, flushed cheeks, and heavy-lidded gaze. He’d never wanted to fuck someone so badly in his life.

“Baby if you keep that up, I’m gonna come,” Damon murmured huskily.

Tristan added another finger, going in and out of his body, stretching himself for Damon.

“You’re trying to kill me,” Damon whispered. The combination of the feel of Tristan’s hand on his cock and the sight of Tristan fucking himself was too much. His body was perilously close to sensory overload.

Then Tristan was straddling Damon and lining his cock with his stretched hole. He slowly lowered himself onto it, gasping as the broad girth eased into him, pushing beyond the now-unresisting ring of muscle, till he had all of Damon inside him.

“Fuck!” Damon gasped, a look of pure pleasure on his face.

“God, I missed this.” Tristan breathed, relishing the exquisite fullness with his eyes closed. It felt as though it had been ages since he’d had Damon’s cock inside his body.

Damon watched Tristan’s face for traces of pain, relieved when his lips rather parted in what could only be a smile of unadulterated satisfaction.

“F-feels so good, Damon.” Tristan gasped brokenly. The feel of Damon inside him was absolutely exquisite.

They were both too desperate now for slow and gentle. Tristan fucked himself on Damon’s throbbing cock like his life depended on it. He lifted himself up and then slammed back down, impaling himself on Damon again and again. He couldn’t help but cry out in ecstasy anytime that wicked barbell hit his prostate. His cock leaked profusely between them as he met Damon’s thrust with solid ones of his own. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“Close,” Tristan moaned.

Damon looked up at Tristan’s face, caught in the rapture of near orgasm, and his heart leapt in his chest. He burned that image into his memory, wishing he were an artist and could paint, so he could capture the way Tristan looked right then. He was simply breathtaking and Damon knew he was the luckiest man on earth to have the attention of such a lovely creature.

“So beautiful,” Damon whispered. “And all mine.”

“Yours, Damon.” Tristan panted, feeling claimed, overwhelmed, possessed by Damon...but never once wishing for an exorcism. “All yours.”

Damon reached down to grab Tristan’s arse, to hold him still while he fucked up into him, driving himself into Tristan with powerful thrusts of his pelvis. As he bucked and rocked against him, Tristan leaned down and started kissing him fiercely. They couldn’t get enough of each other. Tristan moved down and latched onto Damon’s nipple, sucking firmly.

“Oh fuck baby.” Damon breathed, his voice hoarse and low and oh so sexy.

Damon’s body felt as if he were on fire and he knew that his own release wasn’t far off. His hips jackhammered against Tristan’s, moving faster, bringing them both closer to the edge.

When Damon felt Tristan bite down painfully on his nipple, he roared, surged up into him, and held his cock deep inside Tristan, pressing that barbell hard against his prostate. The muscles at the base of Tristan’s cock gave a hard spasm and he erupted with a cry, shooting his essence between them.

“Jesus!” Tristan’s eyes squeezed shut as his body took its pleasure.

Damon gasped when he felt Tristan’s channel grip him in hard spasms, squeezing his cock like a vise, and knew he was going to blow. Then he saw Tristan sit up quickly and rotate on him to face his legs, with his dick still buried deep inside him. The feeling of Tristan’s heat twisting around his cock during that rotation was just too much and he gave a tortured gasp as he felt the beginnings of an intense orgasm.

“Bend your knees,” Tristan commanded urgently and Damon did, even as he felt his orgasm surge through him. Then Tristan leaned forward and reached for Damon’s toes. Taking each set of toes in each palm, Tristan squeezed them hard, smiling when he heard Damon scream just as he felt his cock throb inside him, felt the warmth flooding him.

“Oh. My. God!” Damon couldn’t stop screaming and coming as excruciating pleasure spiked through him.

Even as Damon screamed and thrashed beneath him, riding his intensely pleasurable orgasm, Tristan felt the exquisite sensation of Damon coming inside of him, felt the thick cock twitching, felt the vibrations against his gland...felt an unexpected orgasm grip him.

“Oh Fuck,” Tristan growled, his head thrown back in pure bliss as he shot between his stomach and Damon’s thighs.

Still trembling with the aftereffects of his unexpected orgasm, Tristan forced himself to rotate on Damon again to face him. Judging by the look of undisguised bliss on Damon’s gorgeous face, and the shudders that were still shaking his frame, Tristan knew he had achieved his goal. Lowering his head, he claimed Damon’s mouth in a deep, melting kiss, conveying everything he was feeling at that moment. All the love, contentment, ecstasy, joy, and lust he felt were conveyed in that kiss. Then Tristan’s body went limp, sweet tranquility washing over him as he collapsed in a sweaty, sated heap unto Damon.

Damon was quiet. Too quiet. Wondering whether he was alright, Tristan raised his head to look at him, saw Damon’s glazed eyes, and moaned. Damon looked totally floored, looked like he was still out of it, trying to make his way back from wherever he was. He looked totally blissed out.

Tristan touched his cheeks gently. “Hey, are you okay?”

Damon nodded, struggling with the effort to keep his eyes focused. “That was the single most fantastic fuck of my life Tris.” Damon’s voice was barely more than a whisper.

Tristan chuckled, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. “Yeah?”

“What the fuck was that Tris? What did…what did you do to me there? Fuck, that was…I don't know what the hell that was." Damon finally said.

Tristan laughed. “Liked it that much huh?”

“Liked it? Hell, you just blew my mind. I’ve never in my entire life felt anything like that before. I fucking loved it. God, what you do to me.” Damon groaned.

Tristan laughed softly in his ear. “You're easy.” He said sliding his mouth over Damon's collarbone and neck, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses and licks. “Glad you loved it. You did say you had never been this hurt in your life. I…wanted to…to give you something else to think about. I’m very sorry Damon.” Tristan added in a whisper.

“Shh, baby. It’s okay. Just know that this has been a flight of firsts for me. And I’ll cherish it forever. I love you.” Damon said softly.

“I love you too,” Tristan whispered. “You are my world, Damon.”

Damon’s heart swelled. If it were possible, he fell even more in love with his crazy brat. “And you are mine,” he choked with a tremulous smile. He leaned up and kissed Tristan soundly. His hands slid over Tristan's back and hips, clinging and stroking at the same time. He just couldn’t stop touching him.

“I hate it when we fight,” Tristan said softly.

“We will fight once in a while. It will only strengthen us. And we can always look forward to the make-up sex. That was fuckingly brilliant baby.”

Tristan laughed and yawned.

Damon made to pull him off his cock but Tristan clenched his arse, refusing to move. “I want to sleep with you inside me please.”

“Tris…” Damon groaned both in protest and pleasure as Tristan was still clenched around him. “You know what will happen if I stay in you for long.”

“I don’t care,” Tristan said stubbornly.

“Well, I do. We can’t both be walking funny in Paris.”

“Just for a while Damon. Please.” Tristan whispered.

Damon sighed. “Okay.” He said reluctantly pulling the covers over them. “Sweet dreams love.”

But Tristan didn’t even hear him. He was already fast asleep, breathing evenly. Loving Tristan’s weight on him, Damon turned his face into Tristan’s hair, tightening his arms around him. To think he had actually planned on fucking Tristan’s brains out on this flight. Looks like he rather got fucked senseless…and he loved it! He fell asleep surrounded by the heat of Tristan and with a smile on his face.