Tristan swallowed, hesitated a moment, and then pulled the garment over his head. He stood, waiting, heart pounding as Samuel’s gaze travelled over every inch of him. He found himself wishing he were tall and muscled like Samuel, or that he had chest hair. He always felt small by comparison, but even in the darkness he could see the appreciation in Samuel’s eyes, the aching need gathering there and that look, as always, made him feel wanted. He pushed back his shoulders and tugged his own cock and Sam actually licked his lips.
“Get in here.” Samuel’s voice was a growl.
Tristan let his fingers trail gently up Samuel’s naked leg, drift across his hips, avoiding the straining arousal, and then he crawled in, settling himself between Samuel’s legs so he could lean down and kiss him. He could feel his heart beat frantically against his own. Samuel kissed him back and then with one swift movement reversed their positions so he had Tristan pinned to the bed whilst he devoured his mouth.