"Why?" Asher said.

"Why what?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!"

Tristan went back to his serious look. "What did you achieve last week?"

"Worrying! That's what," Asher frowned.

"Worried, because?"

Asher pulled him to his eye level and whispered. "I spent my week worrying about whether you were okay. No letter, no warning, nothing! How do you expect me to focus?" His eyes held emotions of anger, fear, sadness and disappointment.

Tristan froze.
Wait, how did he get out of the palace?

The grip on his shirt softened as Asher's hand trembled. "I-If you hate me, say it to my face now," a lump formed in his throat as he waited for an answer.
I went to this extent, just for you. Tell me you hate me, it's the only way I'll give up.

Tristan darted from his stare.
I messed up, I should tell him...

Tristan's heart pounded in his ribcage, he hesitated for sometime then gazed into Asher's green orbs. "It's the opposite, I love you."

Asher stared wide-eyed, his heart fluttered, he pulled Tristan and pressed a tender kiss on his lips. "I love you too."

Asher barely finished before Tristan grabbed his waist and kissed harder. Asher cupped his face, panting, as he tried to keep up.

Tristan groped his ass, Asher inhaled sharply, as they bumped into the wooden frame and fell onto the bed.

Tristan lowered his head, placing tiny kisses on Asher's neck and shoulders, his fair skin glowed in shiny red marks. Asher moaned as Tristan's hands gradually trailed from his arms down to his thighs.
He's so flawless, and soft.

Triatan slowly lifted Asher's shirt with his teeth, still maintaining eye contact.

Asher slipped underneath Tristan's cloth, caressing his sturdy structure before he tossed the shirt. Asher gazed at Tristan's biceps— twice his size with tattoos running from his shoulders to his wrist. It was always covered by sleeves.

Asher paused, touching the most prominent scar on Triatan's body— a cut across his chest, it resembled a sword slash.

"Oh," Tristan darted to it. "That one happened years ago."

"Woah... cool."
His scars are just as sexy as those ripped abs and tattoos.

Tristan bent down with a smirk, playing and sucking on his nipples while Asher wiggled breathlessly.

Tristan kissed the lines of Asher's abs, down to his belly button, Tristan raised his head, studying his reaction. "Is this your first time?"

"With a guy, yes," Asher said, almost in a whisper.

"You really want to do this?" Tristan said, concerned about him regretting it later. "More than anything, I've been dreaming of this moment," Asher sighed.

"Okay, tell me when it hurts or if you want to stop," Tristan rubbed his finger in lubricant and gently inserted it. Asher arched his back, pulling on the sheets. He moaned louder as Tristan added the second one.

Tristan glanced at his expression and added the third.

Asher's whimpers filled the room. "Shh! Shh! I'm almost done," Tristan leaned closer and kissed him.

Tristan raised Asher's waist and pulled him nearer, Asher's eyes dilated as his asshole came in contact with Tristan's cock.

"I'll take it slow," he said.

"I'm not going to die, am I?" Asher whimpered.

"No, you won't," Tristan chuckled and kissed his nose.

Tristan started gradually then increased his pace. Asher didn't make an attempt to be quiet as he cried out like the room was soundproof.

Tristan raised Asher to a sitting position then looked at him. "Can you keep it down, someone might hear us."

"Tristan..." Asher clawed on his shoulders with a groan. "I'm gonna-"

Tristan's eyes widened as Asher cummed at once. "So soon? It hasn't even been-" he whispered. 

Asher blushed. "Don't stop! Keep going." Tristan continued for half an hour until he was close. He laid Asher on his stomach with his ass elevated, Tristan pulled his hips, thrusting faster.  Asher squeezed the pillow, whimpering as they collided. 

Trsitan lowered his body on Asher, adding to the heat, he whispered in Asher's ear with a raspy deep voice. "Where should I cum?"

"My butt... no, face... mouth," he breathed, his brain unfit to function. 

Tristan smirked, enjoying the lewd look on his face.
I love this version of Asher, I can tease him as I please.

Asher moaned loudly as Tristan gave his ass a light smack, "I'm coming." Tristan pounded faster, he shot into his butthole, then pulled out and came on his back with a sigh of relief.

Asher turned over, "not there, here," he opened his mouth slightly, like a cute puppy begging for a treat.

If he keeps this up I might get hard again.

Tristan released it on his torso, Asher opened wider as he reached his face, Asher licked the cum on his lips and crawled to Tristan, lowering his gaze to his dick. "Can I?" he said and Tristan nodded.

Asher knelt on the rug then Tristan sat on the bed with his legs spread out.

Asher slowly played around the tip in circles, stealing glances of Tristan trying to suppress his moan.
Why do you even bother to hold it in?

Asher sucked, shoving it gently down his throat until everything was in.

Oh my! He's not gagging?
Tristan grasped his golden hair. "Asher... good boy," he patted his head, fighting the urge to thrust it rapidly. Asher held his cock with both hands and sucked faster.

"You're driving me crazy!" Tristan groaned.

Asher paused for a second to catch his breath then continued. Tristan moaned Asher's name as he reached his climax.

Asher swallowed, huffing, as the remains trickled down his face.

They breathed heavily, without breaking eye contact.
I just had the best head in my life!

Asher stood up and sat on the bed, he noticed Tristan staring intensely from the corner.
He must think I'm a slut prince.

"What?" Asher said.

Tristan smiled. "You came three times before I did."

Asher covered his reddened face. "I know, it's embarrassing. I'm embarrassing."
And now he's going to leave anytime soon, just like my first girlfriend— running away because of my small dick and duration problems.

Tristan peeled off his hands, "No. It's cute, you're cute"

"You won't leave me, even though I'm small?" Asher said.

"No, why would I? When I said I love you it means I love your everything." Tristan said.

Asher repeated it in his mind.
He loves my everything.

Asher grinned and kissed his tongue, pushing Tristan to lay flat, a soft moan escaped Asher's mouth as he gently lowered himself into Tristan.

His chest heaved. "Teach me how to ride."

Tristan arched his brow. "Ride? Why do you want to learn that?"

"Because I want to ride something other than horses."

"Fine, I get it." He guided Asher as he bounced up and down.

Tristan groaned, throwing his head back. "Good boy, you're getting the hang of it."
Oh, fuck! He never ceases to amaze me. My man is perfect.

Asher got harder. "Y-You're gonna... make me cum faster."
The way he moans in baritone should be illegal.

"What's my reward for teaching you?" Tristan said.

"What do you want?" Asher panted, increasing his pace.

"Your ass... you'll let me eat it,"

"It's... all yours," Asher hyperventilated as he reached his climax, bathing Tristan in his cum.