That Kiss- CreedxTristan

unfinshed blow job scene

With their lips locked together, they stumble to the bed and Tristan falls backward onto the bed, bracing himself on his elbows, and Creed climbs on him, straddling his waist and grinding his ass on his dick. He leans over to kiss him, and Tristan falls back, breaking the kiss, and putting his hands behind his head.

"Pull it out." Creed's breath hitches, but he doesn't appreciate the command. He leans forward and attacks Tristan's mouth. He presses them together hard, fighting for a moment of dominance. Tristan indulges him, but then wins and he does what Tristan says. It's long, with a nice girth, and a mushroom tip. "Suck."

Creed lets a small keening noise escape his throat, as he shuffles down Tristans legs. He puts the tip in his mouth, and pokes at the slit with his tongue. It tastes a bit salty, and it's very wet. It's an uncomfortable sensation and Creed doesn't like it much, but if he ignores it, it feels very nice.

He puts his chest down to Tristan's thighs and puts his ass in the air, swaying it gently, for balance and looking the other boy in the eyes. What a pretty picture he paints.

Tristan hisses in pleasure as his stomach muscle clench, "Fuck, you look so hot." He brings a hand down to caress his cheek.

Creed sucks harder, hollowing out his cheeks, and closes his eyes, leaning into the hand. Tristan slides his hand up his face and grabs hair, pushing him father down his dick. He chokes and his eyes roll back, while his head lolls forward, taking his dick deeper. Creed pulls off and lifts his partner's dick and puts his balls in his mouth, tugging gently. His tongue snakes down to lick at his perinium causing his balls to rest gently on his top teeth.

He transitions back to the shaft, kissing up it until he gets to the head, taking as much as he comfortably can in his mouth, jerking on what he can't. He clicks his throat, making the back of his mouth pulse, squeezing the head.

Trisan doesn't bother to hide his moans, letting them go as loud as what feels right. He brins his other hand down to Creed's head, imitating control. He pulls on the white hair, making him moan and take him deeper.

"Oh, fuck. 'Tis so good." Tristan throws his head, his back bending and his shoulder blades digging into the mattress. "Mm." His lips part and he can feel his orgasm coming, his balls tightening. His eyes roll back, and he has just enough sense to warn Creed. "Oh, shit. 'M gonna cum."

Creed pulls up, just to take the head, and suckles on it. He rolls Tristan's sack, and squeezes what he's jacking, harder. With a whiny groan, he cums in his mouth. Creed just holds it there, not wanting to taste it.

"Go spit it."

"Mm." Creed nods and goes to the bathroom. He spits in the sink and rinses it and his mouth out with water. One of Tristan's headbands is on the counter, and Creed uses it to push his hair back like Coach Ukai. He heads back into the room to find Tristan changing into baggy flannel pants. His grey boxers peek out the top, and he's barefoot and chested. He turns to Creed when he hears the door open and close.

"Hey," he juts his chin out, "Strip and com here." Tristan goes over to the bed and reclines, with a hand behind his head and the other in his lap holding the remote control. "Oh and get a bottle of water from my fridge."

Creed does as he's told, taking of his shirt pants and socks leaving only a wifebeater and blue boxers. When, he goes to the ice box, he sees only one bottle. It's the kind with a spout-like mouthpiece. He loves these kinds of bottle. With a pep in his step, he crawls onto the bed and Tristan opens the arm the isn't holding the remote. Creed breaks the seal but closes it back so it doesn't spill. It makes it easier to move the bottle around at these awkward angles. He hands him the bottle then snuggles into his side, laying on his chest, with a hand resting on the opposite pectoral.

Tristan drinks then hands it back, "Finish it." Creed finishes it. He tucks it between their two bodies.