Chapter One Hundred- Twenty Six

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