Tristan's breath hitched as Shannon's fingers breached him, stretching him open, his prostate brushing against the intrusion.
"Fuck—yes—" he whimpered, his head thrown back, throat exposed, a picture of raw, unguarded desire.
Shannon pulled away, his lips swollen and wet, his gaze locking with Tristan's, a silent promise of what was to come.
"Ready, mate?" Shannon's voice was rough with need, his body trembling with anticipation.
Tristan nodded, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes never leaving Shannon's. He wrapped his legs around Shannon's waist, his heels digging into the small of his back.
"Now," he demanded, his tone sharp with desperation, his body aching for the connection only Shannon could provide.
Shannon thrust in, slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving Tristan's as he filled him completely. "Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, his forehead pressing against Tristan's, their breaths mingling in a shared moment of intimacy.
