1. Fiery Heat ch 4


    Date: 2/15/2015, Categories: Anal, First Time, Gay Male, Author: Vectivus, Rating: , Source: xHamster

    From the delicious smells coming out of the kitchen area, Tristan was sure the cook was preparing something real good. The house seems awfully quiet though save for the classical music playing in the background. Handle Water Music. He had always loved that. He started for the kitchen. The sight that met him in the kitchen stopped him in his tracks. Damon in a tight white wife-beater and red sweatpants, cooking like a pro. God, the man was hotness personified! “Hey.” Damon said softly, looking up from what he was doing when he heard Tristan enter the kitchen. “Hey.” Tristan’s gaze flicked to his for a nanosecond and quickly turned away to stare at a spot on the kitchen counter. He couldn’t bring himself to look Damon in the eye. He felt embarrassed. He had allowed his arse to be fucked for goodness sake. And he had made it embarrassingly obvious that he had enjoyed it. He couldn’t have hidden that fact even if his life had depended on it anyway. Now he didn’t know how to act, didn’t know how Damon perceived him, he just didn’t know anything. Damon took in Tristan’s demeanor and immediately knew what was happening. He turned off the heat beneath the pancake and started towards him. When he got to Tristan, Damon simply drew him into his arms and held him. Tristan was stiff initially but relaxed eventually, burying his face in Damon’s neck. Damon nuzzled his nose into his hair and inhaled. "I like the way you smell." He murmured. “How did you sl**p?” He asked, his voice very low. ...
    As if he was trying to soothe a skittish cat. “Very well.” Tristan murmured into Damon’s neck. “You okay?” Damon asked. “What do you think?” Tristan shot back bringing his face up from Damon’s neck to look him in the eye. “I'm sore. Hurting." Damon brought his lips to Tristan’s ear and flicked his tongue over the shell of his ear, then nipped his lobe. “I’m sorry.” Tristan shivered, and moaned helplessly. “Damon…” “Just wanna kiss it and make it better.” “Feed me first.” Tristan said getting a chuckle out of Damon. "Do I get to kiss you all over after breakfast?" Damon asked huskily. He was hard. "We will see." Tristan said with an uneasy laugh. He couldn’t believe he actually had a hard on. What the fuck was wrong with him?” “So…if you’re as sore as you claim…what are you doing with this?” Damon asked bringing a hand between them to squeeze Tristan’s hard cock. “Fuck Damon.” Tristan moaned. “I can’t help it when I’m around you.” He whimpered. “You’re so fucking sexy.” “Oh yeah?” Damon picked Tristan up and deposited him on the kitchen counter. He didn’t miss the flash of pain that crossed Tristan’s face when his butt touched the surface. Shit! Damon tugged Tristan’s sweatpants down and freed his hard cock. Then he bent and swallowed it whole. “Fuuuuck!” Tristan couldn’t help the scream that tore out of his lips. “Shit Damon,” He added in a whisper, “There are people in this house.” Damon released his cock long enough to answer that they were alone, then took Tristan’s balls ...
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