Who knew if Rush would ever take advantage of that information, either with him or himself, but it was still a good feeling for Tristian. And right now he was feeling really good. He likes a hard, rough fuck, but he also enjoyed the slow building up of fucking too.
Everytime Rush thrust into him, it drove Tristian forward, and he rubbed his cock into the mattress. He was feeling good, his breath panting, and his hands squeezing tightly into the sheets. "Yes, it's good for me," Tristian said panting and nodded as he looked back at Rush.