I Never Break Promises

Tristan squirmed and placed a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the moans.

"I--I, uh--Inge, m-m-maybe we sh-shouldn't--" he choked, unable to get a proper sentence out. It was already hard to think.

Inge licked him all over, before he took him into his mouth. Yes, he loved this so much.

He could already feel himself reaching his limit. His moans escaped through his fingers.

"...I-inge...no, it'll get in your mouth and..."

Then, in one fluid motion, he deepthroated him.

Tristan came in roughly two seconds. His face was red; somehow, this never got any less embarrassing. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. It was hard to speak when he felt so awkward and shameful.

Inge swallowed, grinning widely.

"Wow, that never gets any less perfect."

Tristan cleared his throat.

"I'm sorry...um, are we finished, then? You and me? I mean, we're still best buds forever, but...not boyfriends. Right?"

"Yep, nothing's really changed~" He replied happily. "So, we're good."

He hugged Inge again, nuzzling him fondly.

"Good, because I love you."