Chapter One Hundred- Twenty Four

Roth was freakishly strong and would not give way - instead he snuggled closer to Tristan, such that his mouth was almost on Tristan’s neck.

For all the ways that Tristan had imagined this moment in his head, this was not it.

Roth was his best friend and he was currently not in his senses, and despite his feelings, he didn’t want to risk anything. Tristan cared more about their friendship than his feelings and desires. He told Roth to be quiet already as he walked him to the bedroom to get him dressed.

When Tristan pushed Roth back first onto the bed, he looked at Tristan with desirable half opened puppy-eyes, looking so innocent, yet so inviting. Tristan pretended to ignore him as he walked to the closet and picked out some night clothes for him. He placed them next to him on the bed and stood in front of him.

“Put them on, Roth,” Tristan quietly ordered, gesturing to the clothes.

Roth just let himself flop back on the bed and spread his legs far open, letting out his cock fur