"Tristan you comin or you wanna sulk instead?" Ben teased. He soon disappeared down the hall. He scoffed, bit followed them anyways. All the drapes were drawn shut- even though it was a beautiful day. Ben and Ruth were sitting across from each other. Ben smiled at him. Ruth gave him a polite nod. Still abit embarrassed.
Tristan sat down beside Ben. "Again, I duly apologize for allowing you to see that..."
"It's fine. Next time I will knock." Ruth shrugged. She seemed quiet. Ben had told Tristan a few days ago that her husband left her and her son. That was why. "Thank you, miss Ruth. How have you been holding up as of late?" Tristan asked. "Fine." She said curtly. "You?"
Ben took his husband's hand. Tristan squeezed Ben's hand. "Well. How is your son?" His hand slid out of Ben's, lightly squeezing his thigh. Benjamin hummed. He put his hand behind Tristan's back. It rested on his waistband.
Tristan kept conversation going as his hand touched across Benjamin's crotch- seemingly by accident. Benjamin shifted his thighs to trap Tristan's hand between them and stay closer to his cock. Ruth didn't notice.
Tristan's fingers toyed with Benjamin's cock, palm massaging the head as his nails trailed up and down the underside of his length. Benjamin hummed. He hardened up in Tristan's touch. One of his fingers went under Tristan's pants teasingly. His eyes flicked to Benjamin momentarily, moving a bite rougher with his movements.
Benjamin was staying calm. He didn't want Ruth to catch on, but he loved the thrill. Eventually his entire hand slipped into Tristan's pants. Tristan hummed, pushing his ass a bit closer to Ben's hand. Benjamin began to feel Tristan up. He snapped the band to Tristan's boxers quietly.
Tristan smirked superiorly at Benjamin. Slowly drawing circles on his head- everywhere but the slit. Benjamin flushed red. He was slipping apart. Reached down to fondle Tristan's balls. "Mm.."
Tristan was turning pink around the cheeks. Teasing Benjamin was definitely his new favourite thing. "Hm~.."
Ruth left about twenty minutes later. She waved goodbye and gave Benjamin a hug. Leaving rather quickly. Once the door was shut Benjamin playfully unbuttoned one of his buttons. "Hh... thought she'd never leave." Tristan pulled him in for a kiss. Benjamin grabbed Tristan's shirt. He pinned him against the wall. "You couldn't wait twenty minutes?" He degraded. "Gh~! N-no... you're just so irresistible, Master." Tristan smiled hornily. Taking Ben's hand and moving it up to his neck.
"Tell me something I don't know." He boasted. His grip tightened on his husband's neck.
He inhaled softly, a low moan leaving his lips. "Mm~...Please fuck me, Master. I'm so needy for you..."
"Tch, I could tell." Benjamin slapped Tristan's boner. His other hand grabbed his thigh. "Hng~!" Tristan's head tilted back as one hand caressed Benjamin's torso. "Master- hhh~.."
Benjamin grabbed his face. Bringing it closer to his. "Yes? Tell me what you want, slut."
"I-I'd like to try something." He said softly.
"Mhm? That is?" Benjamin kissed Tristan's jaw. Tristan tilted his head to give Ben more room. "M-Mm.. have you heard of temperature play?"
"Hng~... maybe."
Benjamin smirked. "Tell me about it."
"Teasing a partner with a change in temperature; like melted wax or an ice chip." Tristan looked away, a bit embarrassed. He squirmed a little. "You're so naughty. I love it." Benjamin kissed him quick. "What would you want me to use?"
"I-I've got some candles burning in the bedroom.." Tristan said softly. Tristan whined softly, grinding his hard-on against Benjamin's. Benjamin roughly kissed Tristan. He shoved his hips against his. His teeth trailed over his husband's fangs lovingly. "Hnn~!" Tristan wrapped his arms around Benjamin's neck, kissing him back.
Benjamin moved his hands to undo Tristan's pants. He couldn't see as he was making out with him. Tristan felt up his chest, fumbling with the buttons of Benjamin's shirt. He pulled it off, rolling his hips up into Ben's.
