He swallowed Aiden’s moan and swept his tongue over his lips before entering his mouth. Aiden tasted of the sweet yet tart cheesecake they’d had for dessert, and fruity wine. Tristan wasn’t necessarily into sweet things, not if it wasn’t fudge, but on Aiden he couldn’t get enough of them.
Aiden clung to him, tongues tangling, desperation building. “Not here. Come, let’s go upstairs.”
“What are you up to?” Tristan chuckled breathlessly as blood continued to rush to his groin. The pleasant tightness increased as Aiden tugged at his hand and strutted before him towards the stairs. He trailed the curve of Aiden’s back with his eyes, down to his arse, noticing the way the denim hugged those perfectly rounded globes.
“New jeans?”
“Yeah, you like?” Aiden shimmied his hips, making Tristan’s mo
