Before the two could go further with the lustful desire that had engulfed both of their heart, however, Tristan pulled away and freed the tenderness of the blond's rosy nipple from the entrapment of his naughty lips, just like that time.
At the end of Tristan's reminiscence of that cursed day, the man clicked his tongue in annoyance and heaved an exasperated sigh, shaking his head as if trying to pull himself together.
"What's wrong?" Kyran muttered amidst his blushing cheeks, looking down at his now slightly swollen nipple as he kneaded the soft surface around it. "Ugh… Did you suck it so hard that the milk came out?"
Tristan cursed under his breath and jolted up from bed while pointing his finger at the blond impatiently. "Get up. You're wasting my time!"
Kyran scoffed coldly and scooted off from bed, pulling up his white suit and fixed the wrinkles on his shirt that got messy from Tristan's rough touch.