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Chapter 11

Tristan sucked on Seto's neck causing, him to whine. The brunet felt strong hands push his jacket from his shoulders and off of his body.

Oh god, he's not teasing! We're really going to…

His thoughts were interrupted by Tristan pulling up his shirt, exposing his chest. Seto slowly lifted his arms to allow Tristan to pull the shirt the off of his body before tossing it away.

He closed his eyes and shivered as the night air hit his torso. It wasn't cold, but the breeze entering through the open window was enough to cause goosebumps to appear on his skin. He felt his nipples harden from the low temperature as he rubbed his arms. Tristan didn't make things much easier—he started tweaking the hard nubs as he kissed Seto's neck, hot breath tickling the sensitive skin. The executive gasped and writhed, pressing his pelvis against the other boy's body. Then the touch was gone, and he opened his eyes and mouth to complain.

Upon opening his eyes, however, he suddenly stopped short. Tristan had shrugged out of his jacket and was pulling his shirt over his head. Seto found his gaze raking over Tristan's upper body. His suitor was sporting a six pack that wasn't bulging, but was visibly toned and devoid of excess fat. His arms were lean, but Seto could see the muscles rippling under the skin. In the moonlight, Tristan's tan flesh seemed copper, and gave him a mysterious glow. What surprised him more than anything was the tattoo that adorned the other's shoulder. It was tribal, and a little like his own. He suddenly understood why Nina gave him the one she had done. She'd been making them match, and he hadn't even known about it.

His body looks like that of a Greek God. And even some of them would be jealous, Seto thought in amazement, feeling himself hardening at the sight of the Adonis that was over him. Tristan stared down at him, warily at first, but after realizing he had Seto's approval, a small smile crossed his face.

Seto began to shake in anticipation as Tristan's hands shifted to his pants.

This was where it usually ended, but not tonight.

He felt a blush form on his face as Tristan slid his pants off his slim form; tossed away just like his shirt, unneeded and unwanted. Seto's breathing increased pace as he grew more aroused. He could barely lie still, so quickly was his excitement rising—as was made evident by his tenting boxer shorts. He watched as Tristan fingered the top of his boxers for a brief moment, then slowly slid them down. Seto felt his face turn an even darker shade of red as he lay completely exposed, his member twitching in the cool air. He had to resist the urge to cover himself. Despite his embarrassment, he was finally (finally!) getting what he'd wanted for many long weeks.

Tristan's gaze was raking over his naked body with dark, lust-filled eyes, making him felt more embarrassed.

Why is he staring? When is he going to do something?

It wasn't like his body was all that impressive. While he did work out, he always stayed lean, and was essentially incapable of gaining weight in muscle or fat. If anything, Seto sometimes thought his body was a bit feminine. Petit and delicate, with long, slender legs and fingers, and a curving spine.

Tristan smirked.

"Your skin's glowing," He muttered huskily.

What?

Seto glanced down. It was true. The moonlight was causing his pale skin to turn an ivory white color that almost seemed to radiate light. His tattoo looked even more prominent against his skin. He didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or flattered. Tristan seemed to find the whole thing amusing enough.

Suddenly Tristan's hand was on his own pants. He pulled his belt loose, undid the fastener, then pulled the zipper down slowly, leaning forward on his hips as he did so and knowing that it was driving Seto crazy. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally removed his pants and boxers at once, tossing them away where they wouldn't be a bother.

Seto felt his breath catch in his throat as he drank in the sight. Tristan's legs were relatively slim, but thick with muscle, from years of running and fighting. His muscle tone was even across his entire body, like that of someone who had gained their shape through sword fighting or some kind of intense sport. More than his limbs, though, his cock was what held the brunet's attention.

Oh my God. He's… he'll break me.

Tristan was larger than him by a few inches, much thicker, and at this point so hard that his tip was swollen dark and shining.

"Like what you see?" Tristan smirked, following Seto's gaze. Seto couldn't speak; he was too caught up in wondering whether or not he would be impaled this evening. Tristan chuckled, then bent down, licking one of his nipples. This proved to be ample distraction; Seto snapped from his trance and arched his back, crying out softly. Tristan teased the other nub with his fingers, sending jolts of excitement through his body. He was heating quickly despite the chill air, his toes curling in elation from the feelings that wracked his body. Seto moaned, bucking his hips, causing his and Tristan's erections to rub together. They both moaned in pleasure at the friction. At this rate, he was going to lose it before they could finish the deed.

"Tristan, please!" Seto cried. He couldn't take it anymore.

"Hush, my little Nekomata. I'll give you what you want," Tristan whispered breathlessly, his skin beginning to shine with perspiration. He lowered his mouth onto Seto's collarbone and trailed his lips down his body. Seto shuddered as Tristan traced his tongue over his tattoo. That place was becoming his weak spot. He bucked his hips again, trying to force the other boy to hurry.

Tristan placed a kiss below his naval, then gripped Seto's cock.

Seto's eyes flew open, and he let out a loud moan as Tristan pumped him gently. He had been (frequently) jerking off lately, but this felt more incredible than anything he could do with his own two hands. He bucked feverishly into his partner's curled hand, wanting to intensify the sensations even as he was afraid he might come early.

Tristan licked the head of his cock, pressing his tongue hard against it. Pleasure shot through Seto like a bullet, and he began to squirm as Tristan slowly took him into his mouth. It was so hot and wet. He would go mad. He would. His erection disappeared inch by inch into his partner's orifice, and all he could do was watch and try not to slam his pelvis into the other's face.

"Tristan!" He cried desperately, snaking his fingers into his lover's hair, gripping tightly. Tristan hummed, sending vibrations through Seto cock and making him want to come right there. He gasped for air as he instinctively bucked his hips, but Tristan held him down with an arm pressed against his stomach. Seto whimpered, but it quickly escalated into a moan when Tristan started deep-throating him. He felt a tightening in his stomach, like he was going to explode; a single drop of sweat fell from his scalp and rolled down his face to settle in his hair while he arched his back almost painfully.

Oh god. Oh god!

"Tristan…I'm gonna…Ahhhhh!" He practically screamed as he came, so intense was the experience. His cum filled Tristan's mouth, and to his infinite arousal, the other boy swallowed effortlessly. Seto lay as if boneless, panting. That was the hardest he had ever cum, yet he still wanted more. So much more…

Tristan slowly slid his mouth off of the still-twitching appendage he'd just pleased. Seto could see that he was impossibly hard now, and his chest constricted suddenly. Tristan was grinning.

Seto felt Tristan spread his legs, exposing him completely. Before he could even catch his breath, he felt something wet at his entrance, moaning when he realized it was Tristan's tongue. Seto felt himself growing hard again at the intrusion, despite the odd feeling. It was strange; he felt pleasure at being breached, but the inside of his body responded more the the pressure of being forced open. He was suddenly very glad (albeit still embarrassed) that he practiced colonic irrigation.

Tristan pushed his tongue further inside, prodding Seto's inner walls. He cried out in pleasure, clutching the blanket beneath him to resist shuddering at the wet feeling of his partner's tongue in his entrance. He had read about this online, but experiencing it was an entirely different thing. Tristan's tongue retreated, and after a few seconds of feeling suddenly weightless and empty, he felt wet fingers replace it. Two barely-slicked digits began curving their way into his body, resulting in a sensation of near-pain as his body remained stubbornly unconvinced that it should be penetrated. Seto arched his back and panted, eyes rolling back into his head at the singular feeling of being violated in the best possible way.

Time seemed to stop for a moment when Tristan pushed his fingers against the walls of his rectum in such a way that it stimulated his prostate. Seto cried out and clutched the blanket, squeezing his eyes shut so tightly that stars danced behind his lids. Then it was struck again, and his eyes flew open; he gasped.

What was that?

Tristan smirked and slipped a third finger inside, hitting the spot again. Seto arched and practically screamed in pleasure.

"Tristan, please. Please!" He begged in a state of near delirium. His mind was going, he was sure of it; but for the moment, it didn't matter as long as he got what he needed.

"What do you want me to do, Neko?"

Seto was covered in sweat, and was once again hard as a rock. He knew without a doubt that Tristan was screwing with him, trying to make him cry out loud for his prick like some wanton whore. And, naturally, he was going to comply, if only because they both knew that it would be his final affirmation of consent.

"Please…please fuck me!" he cried, pushing against Tristan's fingers.

Tristan smiled, eyes dark with want and energetic from lust. He removed his fingers, causing Seto to whine at the loss, and bent over; he supported himself with one hand on either side of Seto's head. Then the executive felt something hard and thick prodding his entrance. He instictively tensed, his anal ring squeezing shut immediately to avoid being intruded.

"Relax, Seto," Tristan whispered in his ear, "Relax."

Seto felt Tristan slowly pushing into him. He gasped; Tristan was stretching him to his limits. He forced himself to relax his muscles.

"Tristan." He whimpered. It was a numb, throbbing pain, but he also felt pleasure from the pressure of the thick pole inside him being squeezed hard by his reluctant muscles, and the spreading of his sphincters. He opened his legs a little wider to give Tristan complete access.

Tristan continued to push until he was balls-deep, panting heavily and clutching the sheets hard to control himself. By this time, Seto was gripping the other boy's shoulders tightly in desperation, sweating from the heat of both embarrassment and arousal. He was afraid of what was ahead, but at the same time, he knew that if he didn't finish this, he would lose his mind. Not to mention he'd be the worst cock-tease who ever lived.

Tristan slowly pulled out, more letting Seto's body gradually release him than forcefully retreating. Seto gave a small cry of approval, sighing appreciatively at the feeling of Tristan's member leaving him. Slowly Tristan began to pick up speed, thrusting in and out of Seto's tight body; it was soon easy enough to do, as his anal muscles had all but gone limp, abandoning pain and leaving him to feel only pleasure as he was spread open. He moaned heatedly when he felt Tristan's cock hit the end of his rectum and push it back. The tunnel was only four inches long, after all, and the invading presence of his lover's appendage was at least nine.

Seto moaned at the thought; just the fact that his body was being forcibly stretched to its capacity increased his arousal. He breathlessly chanted his partner's name without knowing, drawing up his knees to better accommodate their coupling. This left his lower body completely open, and the exposure amplified the sensations he felt at being penetrated. Tristan was starting to thrust forcefully, making Seto's body ripple every time he buried himself, and his hands had taken a bruising grip on Seto's thighs. He used this grip to lift the paler boy's legs, pulling him closer and slightly changing the angle of thrust. Upon the first insertion after doing so, Seto again felt his prostate being poked—but this time, it was hard and relentless.

"Tristan!" Seto screamed, his lustful voice echoing in the greenhouse as Tristan slammed again and again into that part of him that brought him so much pleasure.

"Harder, faster!" Seto growled, unable to hold out any longer, but also unable to release without further stimulation. Tristan had no problems obeying the command. Seto was almost screaming with every thrust as Tristan continued to slam into his body.

"Tristan…I'm so close..." He muttered, feeling the tightness returning. His testicles drew tight and harder than expected, so much so that he could feel them brushing his inner thighs. Tristan reached down to grip his cock and started stroking it in time with his thrusts, every now and then reaching gently squeezing Seto's balls.

Seto cried out. He felt like he was in a drunk haze. It felt so good, like he was being drowned in the pleasure.

Suddenly, he felt himself reaching his climax. He arched his back in anticipation, gasping, curling his toes; everything seemed to be still for a split second.

"TRISTAN!" He screamed, ejaculating all over his partner's hand. He felt Tristan tense, heard him groan with his release; then there was an oddly warm, liquid feeling in him, and he realized that the other boy's cum had been copious enough to violate the balance of pressure inside him. Due to the vaccuum grip his passage had around Tristan's cock, the ejaculate was forced out of him, dripping down his body in a warm, viscous stream.

They both lay there, panting from the exertion. Tristan pulled out of Seto, causing him to groan. There had actually been so much cum that his insides were now quite slick, and though he was sure it made him some kind of nymphomaniac, he found that thought infinitely arousing.

Tristan covered them both with a second blanket, which he may as well have produced from out of nowhere, for all Seto knew. He lay on his side, his head resting on Tristan's chest and sighed as they basked in the afterglow. He felt the other boy's hand rest on his upper arm in a firm embrace, and he allowed his eyes to fall shut wearily.

"I love you," Tristan murmured into his ear almost hesitantly, as if he was afraid it was inappropriate to say.

Seto smiled, despite feeling almost too tired to do so.

"I love you too."


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