His fingers traced every inch of Peter they could reach, desperate to familiarise themselves with the man he’d been craving for months. It never took Tristan this long to get what he wanted, but that had only made him want this all the more. “Mm.” He groaned against Peter’s lips, smirk on his own as he looked up at him. “I think I’m ready. Depends on just ‘ow good you are tonight, doesn’t it?” Teasing as always, words laced with sarcasm. He laughed at the compliment, flushing under his makeup, hand coming to move over the bruises Peter was leaving on him. Always one to want to please, he did as he was told and raked his nails against the man’s flesh again, harder this time, and his body shivered as Peter finally touched him. “Fuck. I never want to feel anythin’ else ever again.”
Peter gave a little smirk, the look predatory as he took in Tristan’s form. He teased his fingers around the other man, humming softly. “I bet you make the prettiest sounds.” he practically purred, eyes shimmering between their natural blue and the searing red of his wolf. “Be a dear and make them for me while I ravage you?” he inquired, nuzzling at the dip of Tristan’s hip as he finally wrapped his hand securely along the hard length, stroking it slowly.
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