Chapter 165

• The resounding thunder that reached his ears was his own voice crying out, expressing its pleasure at the eruption from his pelvis. He could hear the scorching drops of his semen as they splashed onto his chest, even one landing on his jaw. His teeth ground against each other as his body quaked and swayed in response to the release of his longing. The ache in his groin still held him as his erection recoiled and once more expelled a hot stream of milky fluid, coating his abdomen this time.
• Roth felt himself tremble as the illusion of being held by Tristan began to fade, and reality settled in. The ceiling of his bedroom appeared to be enveloped in a radiant haze as his body continued to shudder. His hand firmly grasped the still erect member, now totally covered in semen. His toes ached from being stretched and curled outward, yet all he could think about was how much he yearned for his fantasy to be real.
• Tristan's mere touch had the power to bring him to climax, little did he know. The atmosphere in his apartment cooled down the intensity of his thoughts, while drying the residue on his body as he grappled with his sanity. The room fell into silence as he listened to his heartbeat gradually return to its normal rhythm. The thunder in his ears had vanished as his body composed itself. He turned his gaze towards the bathroom, aware of the need to shower and clean up, yet hesitating to make a move.