Page 56 of Salacious Star

He chuckled, the sound soft and a little dreamy, and after a moment - and some careful adjustment - he pulled out of the machine, immediately sinking to the ground with his legsstretched out in front of him. His eyes were glazed over, his cheeks pink, and he reached up and ran a hand through his hair as he caught his breath.

"Fuck, Tris," he said, looking up at me with a slightly dopey smile on his face.

"You came twice," I said, crouching in front of him. “Without me touching your cock.” I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and stroked my thumb up the side tenderly, smirking. "I didn't know that you could do that."

Hegiggled, the sound a little hysterical sounding, and he shrugged. "Yeah, me either," he agreed.

I chuckled, then leaned forward to press a sweet kiss to his lips while the crew walked and worked around us. "You okay? I went a little harder than I meant to," I said, pulling back to check his face over.

He nodded, smiling. "I'm good, Tris. But thank you for asking."

The soft sincerity of his voice made my heart twist, and I smiled. "Anytime, baby boy."

25

Xander

I crept into Tristan's dressing room after the scene wrapped up and he'd retreated to go and shower, not bothering to wait for the rest of the crew to clear before I made a beeline for it.

I didn't care if people knew that we were together at this point. I wanted to feel Tristan's hands on me again, regardless of the fact that we'd just spent the better part of two and a half hours with exactly that.

My hole was sore and aching and stretched, and I knew that it was going to take more than a few days to recover fromthisparticular scene. But my cock was already trying to rally at the thought of how hot it was going to be when it was edited and cut together and uploaded onto the Studio Black site, so I knew that I was going to be just fine.

The shower was already running and billowing steam over the top of the glass wall when I slipped into the dressing room, and I smiled, shucking the sweats that I'd tossed on after the scene and walking over to the shower.

Tristan was facing the water, running his hands through his dark curls when I stepped in, closing the door to the shower quietly behind me, and he startled a little when I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my cheek to the back of his neck, relishing his warm body against mine.

"Didn't get enough out there, baby boy?" He turned in the circle of my arms and smiled warmly at me, leaning down to brush his lips over mine. Our cocks pressed together, soft and exhausted from the scene that we'd just done - where I'd come a recordfourtimes, and he'd come twice.

"Mm." I kissed him back, then smiled up at him when he pulled away. "Just wanted to be close to you."

The raw honesty of my words took my breath away, and the way that Tristan's eyes softened as he looked down at me, he felt the same way. He nodded, then gently stepped backwards until we were both under the spray of the water.

"Well, in that case, let's get clean at the same time, yeah?" he asked, chuckling softly.

"Conserving water, are we?" I teased, stroking my hands up his sides.

"Something like that." His eyes gleamed with amusement, and he gently turned me around.

He washed me with languid, thorough strokes of my body, working body wash over my skin and helping me to clean away the sweat and come of the scene. I shivered when his fingers brushed over my hole, but there was no funny business this time around, just cleaning and intimacy.

His lips brushed against my ear as he gripped my hip, his chest warm against my back. "I didn't hurt you, did I? I was careful, but still..."

The thread of concern in his voice made affection flutter in my stomach, stupid butterflies that made me want to say something utterly idiotic. I bit back any ill-advised words that wanted to bubble to my lips, instead nodding. "No, I'm okay," I assured him. I paused, and then, "Fisting? I didn't know that you were into that."

I kept my voice light and teasing, even as my hole fluttered and my cock gave a valiant jerk at the memory of his words that had shoved me over the edge - untouched - the first time.

His husky chuckle in my ear lit my nerves on fire all over again, and I knew that if we weren't careful, I was going to get hard again, and there was no way on God's green earth that I was going to be able to come a fifth time in less than four hours.

"Sometimes," he said, his voice so soft that I could barely hear him over the shower spray. "It surprised me too, but..."

"Hmm?" I asked, on my toes despite the fact that I knew that this conversation wasn't going to go anywhere. Not right now, anyway.

"Mm." He brushed his lips against the back of my neck, raising goosebumps there, and then he murmured, "Maybe another day. I think you'd make a cute hand puppet,boyfriend."

His teeth grazed my ear in a tease, and I barked out a laugh as my head fell back against his shoulder, the heat of the moment dissipating with his teasing words. His arms wound around my waist and he rested his chin on my shoulder, and for a moment, we just stood there under the water, soaking in each other's presence.

"That was different, right?" I finally ventured, peeking over my shoulder at him. His eyes met mine, eyelids dropping in a slow blink. "I mean...not just your filthy fucking mouth," I amended, bumping our noses together. "But...emotionally. It was more intense, right?"

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