Needless to say, Tristan didn't wait to crush the blond's lips and ripped open his shirt. Buttons sprawling everywhere as he yanked the tie around Yves' neck and used it to bound the latter into submission.
"Tristan! Don't just put it in— nggh! I won't run away, so please... at least don't make it hurt..." Yves muttered, begging when he could feel the tip of Tristan's hardening poke him from behind.
"Just shut up!" Tristan growled, stroking his fully erect cock even faster. The crumple of his brows twitched when he finally ejaculated and sprayed it all on Yves' entrance.
Yves couldn't do anything but obey his words when his shameful groans began to fill the air and race against the sound of trickling water, following the man's thick fingers that had slid in to stretch his hole open with his cum.
