FIERY HEAT [BoyxBoy]

CHAPTER 8: An explosive encounter...heartbreak!

Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas. Heartbreak!

Pic of Damon and Tristan in a tub, on the side

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Damon thought he had fainted once again. Firm fingers tilted Tristan’s chin up and warm lips moved over his seductively. He responded immediately, his fingers coming around Damon’s neck. Damon could tell he was trying to gather whatever strength he had left to do so.

“Don’t faint on me now.” Damon murmured against Tristan’s those swollen lips.

Tristan opened his eyes just in time to see Damon lick his fingers clean of his cum. The act was so erotic he shuddered.

"Oh God," he moaned.

“You taste so good, Tris.”

With his arms firmly around Tristan, Damon leaned over and released the binds holding his own ankles. Then he turned and placed Tristan in the middle of the massive bed, careful not to slip out of him. Then with his weight fully on his elbow, he stared down at Tristan.

Tristan knew he was blushing and hated every single bit of blood in his body. He moved to cover his face with his arm but Damon stopped him. He squirmed.

“That was Cole.” Damon started quietly. “He had a fight with Briana and came here because he needed someone to talk to. I did point out to him that he should have stayed with her and tried to solve the problem instead of running out on her. I sent him back to her. What you saw was two friends hugging each other and nothing more.”

“Oh my God.” Tristan groaned going even redder. “I’m so sorry Damon. I tho…thought…I am sorry.” He ended in a whisper.

“Is that the best you can do?” Damon asked teasingly. Tristan was jealous and for some reason, that thrilled Damon. “The last time I checked, people got punished only when they did something wrong. Looks like I rather got punished for being good.”

“What do you want me to do?” Tristan whined.

Damon bent to kiss his swollen lips. “I don’t know.” He murmured against his lips, “surprise me.”

“But…a fight? Didn’t they get engaged just yesterday?” Tristan looked incredulous.

“Communication Tris. It’s very important in every relationship. It can cause breakups.” Damon murmured against his lips.

Tristan reached up and captured Damon’s face between his palms and brought his lips firmly down on his, kissing him fiercely. Damon’s mouth opened wide, letting Tristan in, his tongue forging into his mouth and twining with his. Damon gripped Tristan’s hands in one hand and held it above his head, then holding his chin steady with his other hand, used his tongue to f*ck his mouth with hot, possessive strokes. Nothing else existed but the two of them.

Tristan moaned into the kiss when he felt Damon’s c0ck twitch inside him. Damon released Tristan’s hands and raised his legs over his shoulders and started rocking into him at a slow pace…which didn’t last. He soon started pounding into him, the metal slamming against Tristan’s gland with every thrust.

Words were gone. Damon filled him, searing him from the inside, claiming him with every thrust, every pull, every kiss. There was no control left for either of them. He was f*cking into him, hard deep lunges that had Tristan crying out Damon’s name as he felt each hard thrust stretching him, caressing him. Damon f*cked him with quick long strokes that stole his breath and had his senses rioting as he drove him closer and closer to the brink.

Tristan whimpered against the need, thrashing against the bed as desperate mewling moans tore from his throat. He felt the build up again and didn’t think his body could with­stand another earth-shattering moment. But he had no choice. Fire was streaking through his arse, burning him alive with pleasure as he exploded with such force, such overwhelming response, that nothing mattered; nothing existed but the conflagration tightening his body and burning him alive.