Sorans gaze grew wide as he watched Tristan walk over to him, "Uh... Um, I-I guess. I guess... I was just.... expecting you to... do stuff," he managed to say as he dropped his gaze down to the floor and blushed furiously. At the mention of going somewhere else, Soran felt his limbs tremble as he looked back up to the boy. Okay... really, like this isnt the first time... I mean seriously... Soran started chiding himself for his nervousness. He nodded, "Yes... sure... yes...." he bit his lip.
Well he isn't wrong, Tristan thought, but he wasn't going to say that outloud. Yes he wanted to do stuff, but for some reason Soran nervousness was clouding his thoughts on that. He liked it when the other was confident and teased him, he could handle that a better. He took the other's hand and instead of taking him in the direction of the door Soran entered by, he took him farther down the hallway. The door in which he stopped was locked and Tristan reached up on top of the doorway and pulled down the key. "I got sisters who like to take stuff that doesn't belong to them...only way to keep them out," he said so the other wouldn't think that a locked door was weird. He unlocked it and reached in a turned on the light, so one could actually see inside. It really just looked like a comfortable place to hang out, probably even cleaner then Tristan's own bedroom upstairs. He opened the door wider to let the other in first.
"Wow," Soran managed as he moved into the room. At first he had been nervous and even more so when they came to the locked door. However, upon Tristans explanation he had settled a bit. The room was neat, nicely organized and Soran was in love with it almost immediately, "Tristan...." he breathed, "Your house is amazing. Have I told you that?" he laughed as he turned back and grinned at the taller boy. Turning a full circle, he looked back at Tristan, his eyes lit up once more, "I like your secret room, Tristan... very private" he teased, seemingly gathering his confidence back again, "So what does a, hot, unimaginably sexy man like you do down here?"
Tristan had to chuckle, "If you only knew...you would think I was such a geek," oh geeze did he just say that outloud. "There are more secrets, then you realize...but maybe I will show you those later, sit and relax." He had locked the door behind him, just to make sure his sisters stayed out.
Soran laughed at the geek remark, "Secrets hu? I cant wait to find out," Soran said as he moved to sit on the couch. Patting the spot next to him, he eyed Tristan, once again taking in every little thing about the boy that was standing a few feet from him, "Well, what are you doing baby, come sit and relax with me. I know you want to," he grinned, flashing his best smile as he leaned back, his words laced with other meanings of course.
"So, what is it that made you not so nervous anymore," Tristan asked as he sat down by Soran. He would really like to know what that off switch was for future referance.
Soran leaned forward and ran his fingers across the boys face, his eyes seemingly growing larger, "I dont know. I think maybe Im trying not to think of what I want you to do," he muttered, his face growing red as he leaned forward even further. He was hovering right over Tristans lips as he sat there, not quite close enough to kiss him, but definitely close enough to tease a bit, "Sometimes I get really nervous around you, and other times I can control it. I swear it drives me nuts. And you... you are always so calm and collected. Like you have this insane control over yourself. If drives me crazy," he continued as he reached over with his other hand and ran it up to the boys chest where he started drawing circles with his fingers again.
"Me, calm and collected," he repeated not moving, but wanting to so much close the gap and kiss the other, "I am anything but calm or collected, you've seen me in my bad moments. It can be worse, much worse, well it use to be anyways." He use to lose his temper more often, and just basically drive everyone crazy. His father had noticed the change, he even told him that he was becoming a better person. He figured out that maybe it was because someone actually cared for him, and loved him like Soran did. "Its because of you," he said out loud, "you've changed me, made me what to be a better person." Tristan then leaned forward hoping the other wouldn't move away as he went to kiss him. Yet he had no control in this moment, and wanted the other to chose what would happen.
Soran felt his face turn bright red as Tristan spoke to him. That sultry tone was so hot. The blonde almost forgot how to breathe as the other leaned forward and closed the small distance between their lips. The kiss was hot, breath taking once again and with his already forgetting to breathe the first time, he was struggling to keep his breathing normal. It wasnt working in the least. Leaning into the boy, he wrapped his arms around Tristans neck wanting to be as close as possible. Soran let the other kiss him for a long while before he pulled away gently, "You... do this... everytime," he panted, "So not fair. How are you still so composed?" the little blonde pouted a bit.
"I am never composed around you," Tristan admitted, "I just hide it better," he gave the other a smile. "I will be fair because I just don't like it when you are nervous," Tristan wiggled into a better position. "What I want is for you to take total control...what happens is up to you."
Moving so that Tristan could re-adjust himself, he took a deep breath, "You dont like when Im nervous?" Soran laughed lightly, he wasnt sure what to think about that. Then, of course Tristan had to go and say that. For Soran to be in control, for him to decide what happens. He blushed again, turning a deep red once more that covered his nose and cheeks and even a bit to his ears as well, "Um... well then," was all he could think to say and he mentally kicked himself. Right... no more nervousness.... yeah... of course... because thats so easy! he bit his lip and then shifted his body to sit straddling over Tristan, "Okay. First, hold me right here," he said, then leaned down as he tangled up his fingers in the boys hair, "Then I want you to stop hiding it if youre not composed, its only fair," he added with a grin. He kissed the boy softly, pulled away to gaze at him for a moment and then turned to bite the ear lightly.
Tristan held him, but didn't know quite what to do...he quite thought he would actually scare Soran if he didn't hid his noncomposure. He blushed after the boy bit his ear though, and decided to give something a chance. "When you bit my ear...I get all jumbled up inside. I can't think straight and my heart beats faster." Maybe that didn't come out right, he just couldn't get all flustered like Soran. Well he was a little flustered out on the dance floor, but that was because he was nervous about dancing. No...it would probably take something that completely throws him off guard to get him to actually respond in a noncomposed manner.
"Hmm," Soran hummed lightly as he stopped nibbling at the boys ear. Apparently that wasnt going to do much to him. Well, at least in the manner that Soran had been eagerly looking forward to. He wanted to see the boy visually out of breath and struggling to make a coherent sentence, much like how Soran ended up most times. The blonde tilted his head off to the side as he regarded Tristan, trying to figure out what he could possibly do to get what he wanted. With some thought, he finally decided to try something. Seating himself on the red heads lap instead of straddling him on his knees, he leaned back a bit with his arms around the boys neck again, "I know, maybe I should describe to you what I want you to do," he said with a wicked grin. Having said that, he leaned forward again and whilst he whispered in Tristans ear all of the things he was thinking and all the erotic thoughts he had, he traced his fingers along the boys shoulder and chest. Certainly this should get a reaction, right? Soran giggled a bit.
"Soran..." Tristan started before the other leaned down, everything the little blonde was describing, made the fingers around the other's waist tighten just a tab, his eyes got wider. "I...you..." Oh that did it Tristan had lost his freaking mind, his breath certainly got more rapid. He finally had to slightly push the other away from his ear, "I hate you, you know that...that wasn't fair in the least." He again was trying to control himself into not actually doing those things at the moment. However now he had plans....and the next time he wasn't going to hold back
Soran laughed, "Oh yes, yes it was fair. Completely fair and well worth it. To see you like this, I would do just about anything baby, including," he came back again, a whole new set of ideas on the tip of his tongue that he shared oh so excitedly with the other while lowering his hand to lift up the red heads shirt and run his fingers gently across the skin of the boys stomach and hip.
Damn him Tristan thought, it was getting worse, "Wait is that last one even physically possible," he asked sort of grinning at Soran. Tristan had to clear his thoart, "You know...all you are doing is giving me ideas, some of which I hadn't had in the first place." Tristan was trying not think about what Soran was saying, it made him more flustered, his threat actually sounded weak. He wanted the words to end, and tried to manuaver so he could kiss the other. He found though he couldn't quite get close enough to that wicked mouth, and anyways didn't he say he wanted Soran to have control. He sighed and gave up on the kiss, and let the other torture him some more. He probably deserved it, for all the times he did it to Soran.
With a sharp giggle, he moved so that the other couldnt kiss him, not that he had to do much because he was already situated perfectly so that Tristan couldnt get to him even if he wanted to, "More ideas? Baby I tell you, I have quite the imagination. But now that I know what gets you going like this, I dont think I want to stop. I am going to whisper to you all these dirty little things until you cant take it anymore. I might even keep going until you beg me to stop," he ran his tongue along his lip as he laughed, "Oh, you may like this one," he leaned forward again, bitting the boys ear before whispering what had come to mind.
Tristan was trying to think about something else..muliplication tables..um he even started in with the zero's and ones. That was until he realized he was doing something bad with them. It wasn't working...but he wasn't going to beg...nope not going..."God Soran...please stop and do something instead, kiss me, kill me, just stop saying those things...I can't stand it." Tristan wasn't just flustered he was beyond that at the moment. "Do you know...do you even know how much I want you right now...I want to push you off of me, and start with that list of yours."
Soran laughed again, leaning away he grinned at his lover, "Oh my, I didnt think you would actualy tell me those things. Now Im tempted to keep going. I want to see just how far I can push you," he grinned, "Would it help to know that I want you too? That everything I am telling you are things that I would love for you to do," he whispered the last part as he leaned on the boy one last time and told him a few more things, much more... intense than the ones hed said before. These were probably the worst of them all, and Soran had been saving those ideas, those words, on purpose.
Tristan physically gulped, and licked his lips. He was probably sweating too, just by these last ideas. Soran got done with the worst one yet...and Tristan finally snapped. With a short growl almost he had Soran on his back..."I had enough, and I just hope you are ready." Tristan covered the other's mouth with his in one of the most intense kisses.