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“Come on.”

Tristan clung to him, shuddering with the warmth pulsing through his body as Leaf wrapped an arm around his back and led him to the bedroom. They stopped in front of the bed. Tristan did nothing. He didn’t know what Leaf had in mind, so he waited.

The ceiling fan swirled the warm air around. The shutters were closed, allowing only single rays of sunlight to filter in. In the dim light, they faced each other, and Tristan felt his breath catch in his throat.

Leaf removed his T-shirt and tossed it carelessly on the floor. Next, he undid the buttons on Tristan’s shirt and stripped it off him. Finally, he unbuttoned Tristan's pants.

“Take those off,” he commanded.

Tristan pushed his pants down and kicked them off. He watched as Leaf did the same. He observed the play of muscles under his tattoos and how a strand of hair fell across his forehead. As Leaf straightened up again, Tristan’s gaze lingered on his lips—getting closer and closer.

A gentle kiss, a touch on the temple, and a smile. Leaf traced Tristan’s cheek down to his chin.

Tristan swallowed, filled with sadness and deep melancholy. But there was also desire and a longing for normalcy between them. He knew Leaf too well to know that he was punishing himself for something. He still seemed to have it under control and hadn’t completely crashed yet. But how long could he withstand the pressure and keep that tearing monster at bay? Was it even possible to overcome the insurmountable distance that had opened up between them since his return?

“Lay down,” Leaf instructed.

Tristan obeyed. He lay down on the bed and rolled onto his side. His heart skipped a beat as Leaf joined him, wrapping his arm around him. Tristan clung to him tightly. It took a while for him to relax and be sure that Leaf was staying.

Leaf kissed him repeatedly on the head, then the cheek, the face, fondling his body and giving him a sense of security. The togetherness was comforting and relieved the built-up tension that Tristan had been carrying since his return.

For a long time, Tristan cuddled Leaf, scratching his back, his neck, and breathing in his rugged scent. Time lost its meaning. Clint and the interview were far behind; Milo and the accident in another life.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Tristan murmured into Leaf’s neck.

“I’ve missed you too.” Leaf continued to caress him. “You’re the most important person in my life.”

Leaf’s lips were like a drug Tristan couldn’t get enough of, igniting a consuming fire that prompted him to roll onto Leaf and kiss him passionately. Feeling Leaf’s hardness against his stomach, he rubbed his hips against his, showing him that he felt the same.

“I want you now,” Tristan said between kisses. “Damn … You have no idea how much I desire you.”

Leaf grabbed his butt and rolled over with him, so that Tristan was on his back. Leaf smiled. “You have no idea how much I want you.”

Leaf distributed kisses on his stomach, pushed down his briefs, and went down on him. Warmth enveloped Tristan’s penis and elicited a moan from him.

“Oh damn … so good.”

He grabbed Leaf’s hair and enjoyed the wonderful feeling of melting into the devoted movements and closed his eyes.

When Leaf withdrew, Tristan needed a moment to come back to himself. Leaf was now naked too and was reaching for the lube and condoms from the drawer.

He leaned over him again, spreading kisses and caressing his forehead and temples. Tristan touched his slim body, his sexy ass and could no longer keep his fingers off his penis.

“Do you want to?” Leaf playfully held up a condom.

The greed in Tristan overflowed. He snatched it from Leaf and pulled him closer to kiss him, to feel his body and be close to him. “I love you so much.”

Leaf sat up between his legs and reached for the lube. Meanwhile, Tristan opened the condom and put it on him.

“How do you want it?” Leaf asked as he rubbed his length with the lube.

“Like this,” Tristan replied. “I want to see you.”

A lustful smile spread across Leaf’s face as he applied some lube to Tristan’s entrance, preparing him. “I want to see you too. You’re so beautiful when you come.”

Leaf’s touches sent a tingling sensation through Tristan’s body, causing him to throw his head back and stretch. As he felt the tip at his entrance, he held his breath expectantly, seeking Leaf’s gaze. Gently, Leaf penetrated him. He then propped himself up with his hands next to Tristan’s head and paused for a moment, giving Tristan time to adjust.

“So beautiful,” Leaf said, kissing Tristan’s neck.