Hibiki had wrapped his arm around Tristan, holding him close to his chest as his other hand slowly ran up and down between his legs. He left small little kisses on Tristan's cheek, his lips gently pressing against flushed skin. Deep, warm breaths spilled onto his shoulder in the same rhythm as his motions. 

Although he was gentle, the reactions aroused him intensely. He indulged in Tristan's blush, and how he'd closed his eyes and relaxed against him. Unable to help himself, he gave him a few faster, firmer motions. Tristan clung tightly to him, and he smiled gleefully as he slowed down again to taunt him. There was no resistance, and he felt Tristan relax in his arms whilst letting out a heavy sigh.

For a few long moments he continued to gently tease Tristan, but his hand was pushed in an uncomfortable position by two layers of cloth. Deep inside he yearned to see more, to strip it all away so he couldn't hide from him. Slowly he pulled out his hand, causing Tristan to glance up at him. In response he bit his lip excitedly, and gave an obvious look down. The colour on Tristan's cheeks deepened, as he answered with a small nod.

Now confident that he had permission to continue, Hibiki stood up to fully close the door of the room first. The sliver of light that had offered some visibility promptly vanished. He turned around, finding Tristan's shape on the bed. His heart beat a little faster, as he became fully aware that it was only them, and the soft patter of rain against the window.

Slowly he moved over Tristan, leaning on his hands and knees as he took him in. As he got used to the darkness he found more and more details that excited him; the anticipation in his eyes, the deep breaths that caused his stomach to rise and fall, the way his fingers grasped the sheets, and the slight bulging of his trousers that betrayed him. Enticed by all of it, Hibiki slowly ran the back of his index and middle finger along Tristan's cheek, in a gesture that both solidified his power over him, and the arousal he felt for him. A slight twitch went through Tristan, but he wasn't convinced by it: not when he exhaled deeply and eased immediately after. He ran his fingers further down, softly claiming full control.

As his hand found the edge of Tristan's trousers, he firmly ran his thumb over the soft skin right above it. Slowly he added his other hand, leaving it there for a moment just so he could bite his lip and smirk at Tristan. The latter looked at him with a mixture of trepidation and desire, and although he acknowledged that there was hesitation, he was excited and impatient – and a darker part of him was deeply enticed by the idea of taking what he wanted. So he hooked both hands in, and stripped him naked.

He placed one hand firmly against Tristan's loin, his thumb slowly caressing him. Despite a soft, surprised noise, it was apparent Tristan had no real qualms with what he was doing – if he were to judge by the arousal eagerly pushing up against his thumb. It didn't escape him that for someone so shy, there was quite a lot there for him to toy with. Using his other hand, he confidently loosened his own jeans.

Once he'd taken everything off, he calmly moved back over Tristan. His one hand moved back to taunt him, whilst the other reached for his cheek and kept him from averting his gaze. He wanted him to see, to know how much he craved him. Despite swallowing audibly, Tristan didn't resist, as instead he looked up at him longingly. 

He leant forward and rewarded him with a slow, passionate kiss. Using his tongue he parted his lips, reaching in deep. Tristan simply let him, opening his mouth further the very moment he so much as hinted at wanting more. 

It dawned on him that maybe he wasn't as averse to it as he seemed – that he was just anxious rather than truly disliking this. To test that theory, he let his kisses drift down his neck instead. Tristan turned his head to give him better access. His hand reached in and pressed between his legs, and he felt them spread slightly.

An impish grin spread on his face, as he gave Tristan's neck a slow lick and then firmly grabbed him. With strong, confident motions he took him, and in return he felt Tristan grasp him tightly. His fingers dug into his back, as a soft moan trembled beside his ear. He continued, slow and determined to pleasure him.

A few tense twitches told him that this was the right rhythm, and he added to it by kissing down to his collarbone. Despite all their earlier talk, the nerves appeared to have dissipated, but he still wanted to make sure. His thumb repeatedly drew hearts on Tristan's cheek, and he felt an eager nod in response.

Slowly he upped the pressure, moving a bit faster. In turn, Tristan's deep breaths tapered into heavy sighs, occasionally laced with a groan. He felt both hands on his shoulders, squeezing him tightly. Once more he went harder.

"Hibiki…" Every syllable of his name carried with it deep pleasure. His lust stirred like a hungry beast, and he immediately kissed Tristan on the lips.

Sudden, harsh twitches followed by heavy breaths between kisses told him all he needed to know. He let go, but didn't break the kiss. Instead he clasped one of Tristan's hands and guided him down too.

Tristan obeyed well enough, so he let go and instead ran both hands through his hair. Once more he kissed him, eagerly and deep. He loved this – he loved him. For a while he indulged in it, breathing heavily and taking in the soft strokes. But he needed more.

He planted his hands beside Tristan's head, and pushed himself up. Looking down, he saw liquid glisten on Tristan's stomach. He bit his lip as he realised he'd done that; he could do it again; give him everything and leave him dripping in lust. 

His own hand grabbed Tristan's, and forced hard, fast motions. Groaning deeply he kissed him again, and this time he did feel trepidation, but he just held him tighter. He knew he shouldn't, but he wanted it so much.

He felt a hand on his cheek, and Tristan's hand slipped from his own enabling him to go faster. A few soft kisses met his lips, and he didn't know what it meant – was too far gone for it to matter. He pushed his forehead against Tristan's and gripped the sheets.

Sudden, intense release came over him. He groaned deeply and smiled as he gave Tristan all his love. His fingers entwined with the covers, and he closed his eyes as he panted heavily. 

He remained like that until he'd worked up the courage to face Tristan, realising what he'd just done. Slowly his gaze drifted up, and he was met with a wide eyed and stunned expression. Immediately he apologised with a soft kiss, and he sighed in relief when that kiss was answered. Carefully he ran his fingers along Tristan's cheeks, drawing small hearts to say that he really meant well, even if he'd gone too far.

"I,- you really…" Tristan stammered as he pulled away. "Er,- we should shower."