“You’re going to suck my cock now,” Roth said. She nodded as he positioned the tip of his cock on her lips and as she opened them to take him in, he flicked the switch on the remote. She flinched and moaned loudly. He slowly pushed my cock into her waiting mouth, letting her warm tongue taste each inch of him. He groaned as he filled her mouth, then slowly withdrew. He turned the wheel on the bullet remote to increase the vibrations. She moaned accordingly and he pushed back into her mouth. Her lips reverberated around his shaft as she moaned while sucking him. Then, he gripped the back of her head and began to thrust into her mouth, each stroke going deeper and deeper. The deeper he went the more he turned up the vibrations. She was groaning and gasping around his cock, and he watched her with an expressionless face. Soon her nose was pressed against his trimmed pubic hair, the head of his cock was being squeezed by her throat. Even though she was not a newbie at that, she gagged a

There was Roth who could not even pretend to care about Tristan, and then there was Oliver, who was willing to sacrifice his sleep for him. Tristan knew if he would ask Oliver to pull up to his house at that time, Oliver would be there without a question. Tristan took a deep breath, “Thank you, Oliver.” He meant it. “Are you okay, Tristan?” Oliver did not sound sleepy anymore, rather he seemed genuinely concerned. His concern broke all dams that Tristan had been trying to build before his tears. Oliver spoke again when his previous question was met with no response, “Tristan, seriously, I am worried, what’s up?” And he did sound worried, but who was going to tell him that Tristan was crying soundlessly on the other end. Then Tristan did the stupidest thing that he could do at that moment - he ended the call, and while doing so, he completely forgot that the person on the other end was not Roth, it was Oliver.Oliver, who put Tristan even over his own happiness and comfort, and Oli

Tristan reached out for Oliver’s hands that were holding the bag of tomatoes. He grabbed the tomatoes from him and put them aside, holding Oliver’s hands, rubbing the back of his hands with his thumbs. Oliver looked rather taken aback as this gesture of Tristan brought color to his cheeks. He tried to avert Tristan’s gaze, the expression on his face making Tristan want to comment on that, but now wasn’t the time. Tristan tilted his head to meet Oliver’s eyes, forcing him into making eye contact with him, which Oliver could barely hold. Then Tristan popped the question, “Would you like to go out with me, Oliver?”Oliver looked like he was about to faint. He stared at Tristan for a while before whispering something in a hoarse voice that Tristan couldn’t catch and the confusion on his face communicated that. “Pinch me,” This time Oliver spoke a little clearer, still failing to wipe the confusion off Tristan’s face. Who the hell ruins such a romantic setting by asking the other to pin

Roth had sensed that it was something or someone in the hall that had made Eleanor want to escape the perfectly decent restaurant - he just wanted to know what, or whom, but apparently Eleanor didn’t want him to turn and look. However, curiosity got the better of him and he turned, despite Eleanor’s resistance. His eyes scanned the hall before him, it was a vast place and Eleanor could have spotted anyone anywhere. Then his eyes found what, or whom, she had caught sight of.. “Tristan,” His whispered was barely audible, but Eleanor was close enough to hear it. She sympathetically rubbed her hand over her arm, “So, what do you say about going somewhere else to eat now?” But Roth’s eyebrows were knitted in confusion, Eleanor knew he wasn’t paying attention to her at all anymore, and the next words out of Roth’s mouth confirmed it, “Who is the man with him?”The light-haired man, who had been bent down to pick something up from the floor, had just come into picture, although they could

But Roth did not turn around, instead he leaned towards the person sitting in front of him. That was when Tristan registered with a pang in his heart that Roth was there with someone, some girl. One of his many special female friends most probably, Tristan thought saltily. He could not see the girl’s face because Roth’s head was blocking him, and Oliver kept tugging at his arm, to gesture at him to start moving. Tristan’s fists were balled up, and his jaw clenched - he was at the peak of self-control, and he didn’t want to test himself further. So, he turned with Oliver and marched towards the elevator, his eyes starting to fill with tears as he tried to blink them back. Oliver’s hand was behind his back supportively as they stepped into the elevator. Just as the elevator door was about to close before him, Tristan saw Roth’s head turn around. He wanted to look away, but it was too late. Their eyes met for a brief second before the elevator door closed between them. But in that brie