The moment that that door had opened up, Tristsn stood up to go and meet Jarin, running a hand through his hair as he came to meet with him, immediately catching sight of the shirt that Jarin was wearing. His expression darkened a little, at the thought of him going out with Sydney more often. It really wasn’t something that he was even remotely interested in. He gave a low growl, but rather than really take it out on Jarin, he just stepped forward a few strides, wrapping his arms around Jarin, he pressed his lips against Jarin’s mouth firmly, pushing into him. “I was worried about you.” He murmured, pulling back for just a moment before moving forward to really get after him again.
Jarin was completely caught off guard, falling into Tristan's arms. He had hardly walked into the house before Tristan pulled him over. He could hardly get a word in, not that he had much to say. Not now, while he was being flooded with such unexpected affection. He slid his hands up Tristan’s chest and gave the most half-assed push he could muster. He looked back up at Tristan with a little grin, “You were worried…about me? I said I’d be back. See? It’s okay.”
Tristan gave a slightly bashful smile, more than capable of putting on the full works. “Yeah… But I didn't know where you were or anything. What if you’d got hurt again?” Tristan pointed out, pouting just a touch before he leant back in to capture Jarin’s lips. He found the push against him absolutely adorable, and knew that it hadn't really been meant as he ran his hands down Jarin’s back, toward his butt, which he cupped with both of his hands, pulling Jarin into him.
“I thought you were going to be coming back home with me and then you just vanished.” He said softly, pausing to glance away, playing on the guilt factor. “And didn't even pick up my calls… I thought something had happened…” he looked back to Jarin innocently.
Jarin was putty in Tristan’s hands. He was swept away into his siren’s call without a second thought. He bit down on his lip, glancing back at Tristan’s hand on his butt. He looked back at him, blushing hard as arched his back. His knees trembled a little but he stood strong for as long as he could manage. "I-I’m sorry!” Oh no! He looked really upset!
"It wasn’t like that! I didn’t mean to worry you! Honest!” He scanned Tristan’s face for any sign of relief. It only made Jarin want to reassure him more, “I was safe, I promise. I just wanted to ride the trails and I think I figured out a way to get better at riding and well, I did see Sydney on my way back- not on purpose! He had some horses coming in late so I- he wouldn't let anything happen to me." He really didn’t think he would have been so worried about him. He was moved deeply by it which just tightened the strings Tristan had on Jarin more.
Tristan gave a frown and a shake of his head “Are you certain, Jarin? After all that he did?” He said gently, leaning into him a little more. Whatever hairbrained idea Jarin had about riding could be shot down easy enough later. He had other ideas to terminate first. He tugged Jarin closer to him and moved his hand away from his mouth, leaning in to peck his lips once more, pushing back against him. He backed him up until he was against a wall, leaning in harder to kiss him. “It’s just… I care about you, Jarin. And with his history, I don’t trust him…” He said gently, leaning into him calmly, flirtily deepening the kiss with him, he let his hands roam a little more, giving a wry grin.
Jarin was sucked right back into him, mesmerized. It was all a haze. He could hardly form coherent words in-between those kisses. They were more like little breaths of air and confused nothings. He couldn’t tell if he was being scolded or if Tristan was sad or mad or disappointed. It was all so overwhelming. Jarin’s knees were visibly shaking as he used the wall to brace against.
He panted, grabbing Tristan’s shirt, pulling at him a little before regaining himself again. He was completely flushed red in the cheeks, “N-no, he promised me. I showed him the castle and he-ah-well-eh-“ Jarin started losing his composure rapidly, lighting up even more. "No, uhm, well, besides that, about the castle-well-even before then too-" His cheeks felt like they would light on fire. He quickly wanted to change the subject but maybe now wasn't the time to mention he planned to leave the country?
Jarin pushed himself up into Tristan’s arms and sweetly, lightly kissed Tristan’s lips. He came back down with a little smile, “I care about you too, Tristan. I wouldn’t let him hurt me again. Not when I have you to come home to, right?” Jarin’s voice trembled a little from being what he considered presumptuous. Tristan had made it clear to Jarin before that they weren’t quite on the same terms of this relationship and that was okay with Jarin but he certainly didn’t want to pull Tristan into anything he didn’t want. He wasn’t out to be a replacement. But he wasn’t out to be a castaway either. Not after he had a taste of him. No way could he just let him go. He was a crave that Jarin would never be able to satiate.
Tristan had a small smile on his lips after Jarin leaned up to take them for just a moment. It was only small, but he had to admit that it was a rare happening when Jarin actually instigated something. He cast his eyes down and gave a brief nod. “I would prefer it in future if you told me where you were going, though… especially if you are with him. Just incase, Jarin. I don’t easily forget the state that you were in when I first came here, hm?” He murmured to him quietly, leaning in to taste his lips once more, he let his hands roam down into Jarin’s pants, rather than just around the outside, and once more squeezed at his ass. “Perhaps we should discuss this further in our room?” He questioned with a wry grin, giving a glance down the hallway. Without much more warning, he lifted Jarin up, letting him hook his legs around his hips to take him through to their room.
He had little choice but to latch on, wrapping his legs around him and setting his arms over his shoulders. He leaned back, giggling playfully with a blush spread over his cheeks. He lifted an arm to his mouth and nibbled on the sleeve, looking at Tristan over the rim of his glasses, “Wherever you want."
Tristan gave a wry smile to Jarin, carrying him through to the bedroom. Once he was through in their room, he placed Jarin down on the bed, kicking the door shut behind them, he slid in between his legs, giving him a wry smirk, he leant down and drew Jarin’s head up a little to press his lips against him once more, running his hands down Jarin’s sides, he pulled back for just a moment to lift his shirt up and over his head. “This seem like a good way to discuss for you?”
Jarin latched onto him, keeping his calves hooked on Tristan’s thighs. He bit his lip, looking over Tristan’s gorgeous body. He squirmed underneath Tristan, writhing in anticipation.
He shuddered, feeling himself be captured in Tristan’s stare. He was helpless to it. Just as he couldn’t explain how he kept caving into temptation with the others... He was just drawn to him; obsessively so. He wanted to make him the happiest man on Earth.
Jarin fidgeted with the long sleeves for a moment, chewing on them and tugging at them. He finally opened his arms up, followed by his hips. Jarin grinned a dirty little smile, “What was that? I couldn’t hear you. You’ll have to come a bit closer if you have something you need to tell me.”
Tristan returned the grin that was given to him, his eyes glittering in the low light of the bedroom he moved forward, deftly undoing the buttons on Jarin’s shirt while he leant forward, first capturing his lips, and then nipping down along his jawline and collarbone, before he came around to finally come to Jarin’s ear. He growler into Jarin's ear, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to help but call out my name.” He moved back a little to look him in the eyes, at that point pulling Sydney’s shirt away, not bothering with the rest of the buttons, he simply let them rip loose. Tristan immediately leaned back forward into Jarin’s lips, pushing him down against the bed. He took control, swiftly undoing Jarin’s jeans and letting his hands slip into his boxers. He took hold of him firmly, moving his hand up and down Jarin’s dick confidently.
Jarin’s smiles and giggles for all the kisses immediately shuddered and twisted into broken moans and gasps. He nearly choked himself as he exhaled hard, “Trii-istan!” He was stunned. So vulgar. So filthy. So cocky and undeniably hot. Jarin wrapped his bare arms around Tristan’s shoulders and pulled him in, kissing him back just as hard. Jarin was fired up; it didn’t take much when it came to Tristan… okay, it didn't take much when it came to Jarin either… a cheeky wink could send him off a cliff.
Jarin arched his back and took a breather from Tristan’s lips, panting hard, “Tristan, I have a confession.” He glanced down a bit worried to just blurt it out but after what Tristan had said earlier about being worried, he felt he needed to come clean. He had wanted to know where he had gone, what he had been up to. “Sydney. When I was out showing him the castle. I didn’t mean for it to go that far… but I…we… ” The subtle bruises along Jarin’s hips told the whole story that Sydney had been a bit impatient for it too.
Tristan listened closely to what Jarin was saying. Of course, he’d already known what Jarin and Sydney had got up to that morning. He wasn’t blind. He must have snarled by how Jarin reacted.
Jarin softened a touch, looking up at Tristan apologetically, squeezing his legs around Tristan’s, “Let me fix this. I don’t wanna call your name.” Jarin’s cheeks started turning red as his heartbeat started picking up harder and faster. He tensed underneath Tristan, finally gasping, “I wanna shout your name so loud, he can hear it.” What was he even talking about!? Sydney was miles away! No way would he be able to actually hear! Jarin felt a little awkward after he blurted something like that out.
Now that was fucking hot. And a plan of action that Tristan could get behind. “Is that so?” Tristan questioned with a cocky smirk. He pulled Jarin’s boxers down and away before leaning across him to the bedside table where he kept the lube, he poured a little onto his fingers before returning to Jarin, he slowly slipped a finger into him, and then another to stretch him out, while he undid his own trousers and took them off. He wasn't cruel by any means; he’d give Jarin some preparation.
Jarin’s hands were running through his hair as Tristan had his fingers up in him. He moaned quietly, closing his eyes and biting his lip. He kept himself very open to Tristan, arching his back, waiting for Tristan to take him. He glanced down at Tristan’s erect dick and felt his mouth water. He reached for it, craving to have it as Tristan drew back.
“Then let me hear you.” Tristan whispered in a low, rasping voice into Jarin’s ear, nipping at it for a moment before he withdrew his fingers to instead plunge his dick into him, taking hold of Jarin’s shoulders to really pull him down, letting out a groan of pleasure as he did so. He didn't give Jarin much stoppage time before he started to really go at him, enjoying the animalistic feeling of Jarin around him.
Jarin opened his mouth and hardly drew a breath in when he felt like he was split in two by Tristan nailing him a good time. Jarin threw his head back, rising from the bed, tensing hard out of instinct. He moaned loud enough the dogs in the other room skittered around a bit, wondering what the hell was the commotion. Jarin dropped back down, panting and grabbing at Tristan’s backside. He reached up and tugged Tristan’s head down to him, pressing a wild kiss to him, tugging on his hair while he moved his legs further up Tristan’s waist, opening himself up for him. “Can you hear me yet, Trista-aahn~!”
Tristan gave a wry smile, smirking down at Jarin as he railed against him, driving his dick into Jarin as hard as he could, gradually ramping up the speed to drive against Jarin. “Not loud enough quite yet, Jarin.” He wrapped his hand around Jarin’s dick once more, rubbing away at him to really drive Jarin wild. “Go on. Scream for me.” He whispered into Jarin’s ear. A filthy grin on his lips as he drove his hips against Jarin’s harder. Faster. Pulling Jarin back onto him and then pulling out nearly all the way to drive back in again unashamedly.
Jarin was being melted into the bed! He shook and trembled and gasped, writhing, and squirming under Tristan. He curled his toes hard, bracing up against Tristan. He curled forward, pushing his forehead against Tristan’s shoulder, groaning hard. He could hardly hear Tristan over his own moans and gasps. And then he really let loose the moment he was given the instruction. He always knew he was "kind of" loud in bed. (He's really loud jfc.) But he had always tried to hold back when he could! But to be given permission-no, ordered to just let the control go was like a key to his lock. He arched his back, grabbed a hold of Tristan’s shoulder blades and ran his nails down his back as he moaned to the heavens, He exhaled loudly, breathy and oozing with lust. “Triiistaaan, oh Gooood, fuck me haaaard, haaaarder-aaaaahhnnnn!!” He tugged at Tristan, pulling his knees back further, wanting Tristan in him deeper, harder, more and more. He moaned louder than before, emptying his lungs, “Oh Gooood!” Every time Tristan drove back in him, he jolted and screamed out until his voice got hoarse. “Tristan! Hang on! If you-“ Jarin jolted and caught Tristan’s hand around his dick, panting hard, “W-wait! I’ll come! Nooo! Play with me more!” He kept his hand over Tristan’s but drew him down to his lips again, pushing his chest up to him, “Play with me moooore!”
Tristan gave him a grin. “And who told you that you’d be able to tell me what to do, hm?” Tristan questioned him, driving into Jarin harder, before he pulled out, simply to flip Jarin over so that he was now lay stomach down. “How about this pose, instead?” Tristan questioned, leaning over Jarin.
Jarin hiked his ass up like a well-trained bitch and spread his legs open. This was one of his favorite positions from just how damn animalistic it felt. Every part of it screamed ‘dominated’ and it really fanned Jarin’s flames.
Tristan pulled him back onto his dick once more, entering slowly at first, but soon enough he was driving into Jarin once more, fucking him hard into the bed. He returned his hand to where it was, rubbing over Jarin’s cock, he felt it gradually stiffen into his hand.
Jarin gripped the sheets hard and called out as Tristan pushed into him. He buried his face into the sheets, moaning again and again, each time Tristan’s hips met his ass, sending a jolt through Jarin’s entire body. His head popped up again, feeling Tristan take his dick again. He was very very close to his climax. He was trying to hang on for Tristan’s sake but everything was so hot and exhilarating, his body was just reacting on its own.
“Now remind me…” Tristan’s mouth was next to Jarin’s ear again, his breath hot. “Who is it that you enjoy fucking you the most?” Tristan questioned him, his voice growling low as he railed up against Jarin.
Jarin whined loudly in response to the question. He hunched over, clenching hard, trying to hang in there. He moaned loudly again, shuddering hard. There wasn’t any coming back. Tristan had him over the edge. He braced again, throwing his head down. “Tristan, Tristan, oh God,” His voice started getting louder with every word. “Tristan. Tristan, more! I need all of you! Tristaaan! He’s gonna hear it Tristan! He’ll hear for sure! I’m gonna-” Jarin gasped, throwing his head back, “I’m gonna scream your name!” He jolted and his back arched hard. He tensed with all the strength he could as he yelled, “TRI~S-” He paused just long enough for his climax to consume him followed by a raspy long sigh, “AAAaaaahhhnnnnnn…” Jarin came and came hard, his hips jerking forward before he shoved himself hard onto Tristan’s dick. So much for hanging in there...not a chance in Tristan’s hands.
So fucking hot. Jarin was so goddamn hot and it turned Tristan on to hear his name screamed from those gorgeous luscious lips. Tristan continued to drive at him, pushing Jarin through his climax, riding him hard and fast until Tristan too, couldn’t take it anymore. Panting hard, he reached his climax with a long moan, his hips crashing into Jarin’s hard as he huffed, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over him as he came into Jarin until he was effectively spent. At that point, taking a moment before he moved off to the side, a slight grin on his face. “Good talk, if you ask me.” He smirked mischievously, giving a brief glance over to Jarin.
Jarin was panting heavily, shaking like he was left out in the cold. He was locked in the ass-up position, trembling from the sheer force at which Tristan came at him. He looked over to Tristan with a glazed-over look in his eyes, still not quite back on planet Earth. He crawled his way over to Tristan, put a hand behind his head and kissed him again, his lips still hot from biting at them and shouting. Jarin managed to swing a leg over Tristan. He didn’t want it to stop. He never wanted it to stop. He pushed his lips harder to Tristan, whining as his hips shook harder. There was no way. His body was far too done with trying to obey his will after being slam-fucked into oblivion. Jarin dropped beside Tristan with a leg still flung over him. Jarin looked slightly disappointed at first but then grateful for what he got. He was finally coming back around and blushed, shifting his knee to “cover” himself. He nuzzled his face into the sheets, hiding away. He peeked up with one eye, grinning a little, “We should talk more often, Tristan.” He could feel the rasp on his throat already. He might have been a bit too loud… “Speaking of…I’m going to Iceland.” He said it so matter-of-factly and with a peaceful smile as if it were nothing at all. “And then maybe we can talk some more when I get back.”
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