Aiden pushed at his shoulder until Tristan lay on his back. “Oh God, you’re so fucking hot.”
Aiden’s words were hardly audible, but as he continued his mumbles against Tristan’s skin, nuzzling and licking between words, Tristan strained to hear what he said. It was a long time since anyone had said anything appreciative.
“Too bad you’re such a prick at times.”
Aiden’s velvety tongue swiped downwards. A nibble on Tristan’s collarbone had him digging his fingers into Aiden’s waist. With a frustrated sound, Aiden started pulling at his t-shirt. “Off, please. I want to touch you.”