“Inside me, Tris. Now.”
Tristan positioned himself, the oil slippery but he remembered Aiden hadn’t had much in the way of preparation. With a bruising grip around Aiden’s hips, he forced himself not to slam inside.
“Now, Tristan! Come on.” Aiden tried to impale himself and managed to get the tip of Tristan’s cock inside before Tristan could stop his forward motion. They both moaned. Sweat coated his skin as he watched Aiden shiver.
“My way.” Tristan took Aiden’s hand from his neck, placed it on the massage table and got him to lean over it. “There.” He stroked Aiden’s skin, spread his buttocks even wider and looked down. Aiden’s hole stretched around Tristan’s cock, tight and hot. It was a perfect view. “Now, I can see us.”