Roth wanted to visit a different bar this time, but Tristan insisted that they go to the same one as the last time, so Roth reluctantly gave in. Tristan wanted to recreate the previous time as accurately as possible.As per usual, Tristan took his seat by the counter as Roth stepped on the dance floor to own it. Tristan casually sipped on his drink, taking in the surroundings of the bar - all of a sudden, that dirty place did not seem as filthy anymore. And how could it, this was the place where he had danced with Roth for the first time. As he was waiting for Roth to look at him and call him on the dance floor like last time, he noticed a woman with the platinum blonde hair and tight mini skirt sauntered up to the bar, eyeing the regulars like an aging lioness hungry for a meal. Tristan saw as her gaze landed on Roth and a satisfied smile stretched out on her dark lips. Every step that she took towards Roth with her stilettos seemed to be crushing Tristan’s heart, but he knew he wa
Finally giving in, Tristan walked him to the bathroom and let in water already. He started undressing Roth carefully and slowly down to his boxershorts. Although Tristan had seen Roth in underwear every time at the mansion and he admired his body, this was different not only because he was the one undressing him but also because he was going beyond what he was used to seeing. With a heart that almost beat its way out of his ribcage, he still asked for Roth’s permission for everything though because he didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable and embarrassed. Roth let out a soft groan at that, with trembling hands, Tristan took as an affirming sound, and pulling down Roth’s pants, he got his first ever proper glance at his bottom treasures.Tristan always could just imagine what Roth was hiding underneath that fabric but what he got to see close-up amazed him. Roth had a nice round ass, not too big but very smooth. And on the other side he had his limp of pure manhood. Tristan couldn't s
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
He put his lips to Roth’s corded neck again and planted kisses all around it, before picking up Roth’s legs and wrapping them around his waist, so now they were raised to his back, his heels crossed, resting in the small of Tristan’s back. Tristan could feel his hard cock touching Roth’s hole. Tristan moved his lips on Roth’s chest, exploring his wide and strongly built chest with his tongue. His touch was soft yet dominant as it controlled Roth. Roth let out a muffled, pleasurable moan, that made Tristan’s cock ache to possess Roth and feel the insides of Roth. He placed it just on the entrance of Roth’s hole. Tristan, still not sure whether or not this was all a dream, was sliding his tongue on Roth’s stomach that was not tightly stretched as Roth’s body had tensed up, his nipples hardened, his cock fully erect, poking him. Tristan opened his mouth wide, devouring Roth’s body, his movements getting more and more intense with Roth’s encouraging soft moans, soft sigh.He almost stopp
When Tristan was spent, he stayed ontop of Roth for sometime, trying to calm his heavy breath, while still inside him. He rested his head against Roth’s neck, feeling his chest rising and sinking beneath him, his breath warm as he could tell Roth was sleeping soundly.“Roth?” He whispered, running his fingertips along the wide stretch of Roth’s chest.Only a soft muffled moan came in response. “Did you like it?” Tristan heard himself asking scaredly. Although Roth’s body had responded excitedly, he still wanted to know what Roth was feeling now. More than that, he wanted to tell Roth how he himself was feeling. Roth tilted his neck to the other side, exposing his neck to Tristan and letting out a soft moan. Tristan softly smiled, a small tear forming in his eye as he planted a brief kiss on Roth’s neck, before resting his head again on Roth. Tristan spoke softly, his ears vibrating because of Roth’s heart beat directly beneath him, “You know, Roth, you made it great. Really wonde
Thinking maybe the light in the bedroom was deceiving him, Roth went into the bathroom, the light there was very much brighter than the one in the bedroom, there he would see what exactly was in his neck.Roth gasped as he take a closer look at his neck, indeed there was different hickeys on his neck, still looking fresh.Had he had sex the previous night? But he must have been with Tristan, how could he have had sex with anyone? Roth remembered Tristan's naked body. Why was Tristan also naked? his eyes remembered their nightwear scattered on the floor.Now Roth’s mind was reaching a horrific conclusion that he did not want to arrive at. With disbelief, Roth stared back at his own reflection in the mirror, examining the numerous hickeys. Had he slept with Tristan? The very thought filled him with horror, as he saw the blood drain from his face. The stinging pain between his legs made much more sense now as Roth realized that he had not slept with Tristan, but Tristan had slept with h
The beep signaling that Roth’s phone was receiving the call went on for a while before the robotic voice of the operator informed Tristan that Roth had refused to pick up his call. It could be an emergency, he must be busy, Tristan tried to give himself explanations, even though he could feel the sinking feeling in his stomach. Roth having left without an explanation after last night was not a good sign. He was about to dial Roth’s number again when his screen was blocked by an incoming call from Eleanor. He was not in a mood to talk to anyone right then until he heard from Roth but he had accidentally picked up Eleanor’s call while trying to dial Roth. Rolling his eyes, he turned on the speaker and tried to maintain a cheery voice, “Hello Eleanor, how are you?”“Are you crazy? How I am? How are YOU?” Eleanor’s shrill voice boomed in the room, hitting Tristan’s auditory nerves as he maintained a bored expression, waiting for her to be done so he could call Roth, “Yeah, I am okay. W
His short-lived relief was interrupted by a rich and jovial voice, “Family problems?” He lifted his head to see who the voice belonged to. He was greeted by the sight of a man handsome enough to be a male model. His teutonic-gold hair currently in a casual jumble and a morning shadow stubble. His crescent-of-moon eyebrows were thin and narrow, he carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw.Tristan had rarely seen such beautiful men, but then again, he had never had eyes for anyone besides Roth anyway. There was something about this man that made Tristan smile at him, somberly however. x - x - x“Sir, can I speak to you alone for a while?” They had gotten the tests done and required reports on an urgent basis, which took more money, but money had never been a problem for Roth Dimitri - so now his temporary personal medical attendant was standing before him and Eleanor in the waiting cubicle and asking to talk to him alone. Roth and El