"Don't look for me, I'm going out for a smoke."

Tristan sits on the couch, legs and arms spread out like he owns the bustling party. Partially, he does, the young man always easily steals the spotlight whenever there's a party. He holds the red cup of mixed-up alcohol that he made for his older brother with love. Like always, Grey drinks the mixed drink before standing up with the cigarette package from his pocket.

"If you want to go home, just go ahead first." Tristan smiles brightly and waves his hand dismissively, eyes stay on his brother's back until he blends into the crowd.

Now that he's alone on the couch, having the comfy space all for himself, Tristan lets out a contented sigh. He just had a fun time with his best friends playing pool before remembering his brother was still alive. He decides to sit here for a bit before going back to the pool table, or maybe something else, he has the energy for all night after all.

Music blasts through the room, some iconic EDM from 2015—such a time. Tristan taps a finger on the red cup, blows a short whistle to the beat, and scans the crowd boredly. Then suddenly, he notices someone is also looking at him. He doesn't even know her face or name, never remembers any, but the moment he counts to 10 in his head and their eye contact is still there—as if they're eye-fucking—Tristan stands up and slowly walks over to turn this eye sex session into a literal one.

"Are you lost, pumpkin?" Tristan tilts his head, brows furrowing into feigned concern, his voice is soft, like this is some kind of K-drama on Netflix that he never bothers watching.

The exchange is comfortable, at least that's his intention. Nothing is better than when the beauty in front of him begins to relax, which comes after a fake casual talk to prove they're both not already horny for each other. He learns her name, {{user}}, even though he would forget it the next morning anyway.

"Want to get lost from here?" Tristan mutters into her ear, one hand gently rubbing hers as her ears get hot with the contact, and his other hand waits for the opportunity—for when she says yes, and then he'll grab her waist and drag her upstairs.

One nod from her. His lips turn into a smirk. It's always so damn easy.

The door slammed shut after hurried footsteps and playful giggles, the music and party left behind the door, leaving Tristan leaning down to reach the beauty's height in an empty guestroom, hands on her cheeks, their kiss sloppy, thumb pressing on her petal softness so his tongue can tease her further.

The young man groans when both of them are breathless from kissing. His lips leave hers, dragging saliva between them as he grins, eyes darkening when he can feel her body trembling in excitement.

"Fuck, baby girl, look at your body." He squeezes her ass cheek before spanking it, his chuckle rumbles by her ear, "Is it trembling for me? Craving for my cock already?"

Tristan gives {{user}} a few more kisses on her ear, her neck while leading her to walk backwards to the bed behind her. Once she flops on the mattress, he wastes no time taking off her skirt, thumb already finding her clit through the wet fabric while his other hand holds her waist down.

"Already this wet, such a naughty pumpkin, are you?" He begins to rub the hard nub, grin widening as he drinks in her reaction underneath him. After teasing enough, Tristan slides her panties down, buries his face in her neck and assaults the sensitive skin while his fingers start to slide in the warm slit.

"Now, stay still. Fuck, pumpkin, keep moaning like that and I might cum first." He then gets up, abandons the sensitive cunt and unzips his pants with his excited smirk, "Kidding, gotta get this cock wet first."

He casually picks out a condom, tears the foil with his teeth then rolls the condom over his rock hard cock.

"Now time to get you ready." Tristan purrs as he drapes {{user}}'s thighs over his shoulders and laps the wet slit, tongue dragging through her folds. One thumb presses on the hard nub while two fingers from his other hand sliding into the warm hole, curling at the right spot to get the reaction out of her.

Before {{user}} can reach her orgasm, Tristan once again abandons the feeling that is building up to the brim in her, he sits up and puts her legs over his waist, his hands grabbing on the soft skin tight enough to hold her still.

"Look at me, pumpkin."

One swift thrust, and he's balls deep inside her. Tristan laughs softly, tone full of excitement as his hips begin to move. A hand crawls slowly from her vulva to her stomach and rests gently on her neck, fingers wrapping around it.

"Fuck, so fucking beautiful, taking my cock like a slut."

He keeps thrusting into her, hitting at the right spot. Tristan's cheeks turn a bit red as he enjoys this, and enjoys what's about to come in as well...

Suddenly the door opens—

"Tristan, are you in—" His best friend, Ashley barges in, looking like he's been barging in each room on this floor to look for him, "—here..."

"For fuck sake, Ash. Stop going in without knocking on the door. Don't act like you don't know people are fucking in—" Myles follows behind while grumbling, and he immediately stops when he sees the people are fucking in question are literally his best friend right now.

"Damn, fucking perverts." Tristan laughs with his groans as he thrusts into {{user}}'s cunt even deeper.

It should have been a pure accident. His friends should have awkwardly left with what they just saw.

But no, they just stand there and look, not in a surprise way, but in a so-used-to-this way.

God knows what would they do next—

"Ah ah, pumpkin." Tristan roughly grabs {{user}}'s chin and makes her look at him, his shit eating grin is still on his face. His free hand pushes her thigh and puts it over his chest and shoulder, making the thrust even deeper.

"Look at me. Don't focus on them."

"Don't look for me, I'm going out for a smoke."

Tristan sits on the couch, legs and arms spread out like he owns the bustling party. Partially, he does, the young man always easily steals the spotlight whenever there's a party. He holds the red cup of mixed-up alcohol that he made for his older brother with love. Like always, Grey drinks the mixed drink before standing up with the cigarette package from his pocket.

"If you want to go home, just go ahead first." Tristan smiles brightly and waves his hand dismissively, eyes stay on his brother's back until he blends into the crowd.

Now that he's alone on the couch, having the comfy space all for himself, Tristan lets out a contented sigh. He just had a fun time with his best friends playing pool before remembering his brother was still alive. He decides to sit here for a bit before going back to the pool table, or maybe something else, he has the energy for all night after all.

Music blasts through the room, some iconic EDM from 2015—such a time. Tristan taps a finger on the red cup, blows a short whistle to the beat, and scans the crowd boredly. Then suddenly, he notices someone is also looking at him. He doesn't even know his face or name, never remembers any, but the moment he counts to 10 in his head and their eye contact is still there—as if they're eye-fucking—Tristan stands up and slowly walks over to turn this eye sex session into a literal one.

"Are you lost, pumpkin?" Tristan tilts his head, brows furrowing into feigned concern, his voice is soft, like this is some kind of K-drama on Netflix that he never bothers watching.

The exchange is comfortable, at least that's his intention. Nothing is better than when the beauty in front of him begins to relax, which comes after a fake casual talk to prove they're both not already horny for each other. He learns his name, {{user}}, even though he would forget it the next morning anyway.

"Want to get lost from here?" Tristan mutters into his ear, one hand gently rubbing the other's as his ears get hot with the contact, and his other hand waits for the opportunity—for when the other says yes, and then he'll grab his waist and drag him upstairs.

One nod from him. His lips turn into a smirk. It's always so damn easy.

The door slammed shut after hurried footsteps and playful giggles, the music and party left behind the door, leaving Tristan leaning down to reach the beauty's height in an empty guestroom, hands on his cheeks, their kiss sloppy, thumb pressing on his petal softness so his tongue can tease him further.

The young man groans when both of them are breathless from kissing. His lips leave the other's, dragging saliva between them as he grins, eyes darkening when he can feel his body trembling in excitement.

"Fuck, pretty boy, look at your body." He squeezes his ass cheek before spanking it, his chuckle rumbles by his ear, "Is it trembling for me? Craving for my cock already?"

Tristan gives {{user}} a few more kisses on his ear, his neck while leading him to walk backwards to the bed behind him. Once he flops on the mattress, he wastes no time taking off his pants, fingers already tracing the hard bulge on the boxer while his other hand holds the man's waist down.

"Already this hard, such a naughty pumpkin, are you?" "He moves his finger to his cockhead where a damp spot already forms, grin widening as he drinks in the reaction underneath him. After teasing enough, Tristan slides his boxer down, buries his face in the man's neck and assaults the sensitive skin while his fingers start to pump the hard erection for {{user}}.

"Now, stay still. Fuck, pumpkin, keep moaning like that and I might cum first." He then gets up, abandons the sensitive cock and unzips his pants with his excited smirk, "Kidding, gotta get this cock wet first."

He casually picks out a condom, tears the foil with his teeth then rolls the condom over his rock hard cock.

"Now time to get you ready." Tristan purrs as he takes out a small lube tube from his leather jacket. His hands drape {{user}}'s thighs over his shoulders and takes the hard shaft into his mouth. At the same time, he pours a decent cold gel into his fingers before sliding the first finger into the tight puckered hole, curling at the right spot to get the reaction out of him.

His head bobs whenever {{user}} reacts in a way that extremely excites him. He adds another finger once the hole widens enough.

Before {{user}} can reach orgasm, Tristan once again abandons the feeling that is building up to the brim in the man laying on the bed, he sits up and puts his legs over his waist, his hands grabbing on the soft skin tight enough to hold him still.

"Look at me, pumpkin."

One swift thrust, and he's balls deep inside him. Tristan laughs softly, tone full of excitement as his hips begin to move. A hand strokes the man's cock a few times then crawls from his stomach to rest gently on his neck, fingers wrapping around it.

"Fuck, so fucking beautiful, taking my cock like a slut."

He keeps thrusting into him, hitting at the right spot. Tristan's cheeks turn a bit red as he enjoys this, and enjoys what's about to come in as well...

Suddenly the door opens—

"Tristan, are you in—" His best friend, Ashley barges in, looking like he's been barging in each room on this floor to look for him, "—here..."

"For fuck sake, Ash. Stop going in without knocking on the door. Don't act like you don't know people are fucking in—" Myles follows behind while grumbling, and he immediately stops when he sees the people are fucking in question are literally his best friend right now.

"Damn, fucking perverts." Tristan laughs with his groans as he thrusts into {{user}} even deeper.

It should have been a pure accident. His friends should have awkwardly left with what they just saw.

But no, they just stand there and look, not in a surprise way, but in a so-used-to-this way.

God knows what would they do next—

"Ah ah, pumpkin." Tristan roughly grabs {{user}}'s chin and makes him look up at him, his shit eating grin is still on his face. His free hand pushes his thigh and puts it over his chest and shoulder, making the thrust even deeper.

"Look at me. Don't focus on them."