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Tristan was nervous, truth be told. He had never really done the 'meet the parent' thing except for that one other time. He frowned and pushed the thought from his mind and took a glance at himself in the mirror.

He had selected a dark midnight blue suit with a black shirt and a tie to match the suit and his hair was neat. He had actually spent some considerable time on his appearance so he could make the best impression possible.

However he hadn't abandoned his leather bracelets or his silver ring which still encircled his thumb. His head turned at the knocked on the door and he remarked to Jonas. "Here goes nothing."

Tristan wandered through his home and pulled open the door. He gave Galahad a brief smile. "Evening Galahad."

Galahad smiled slightly. "You look wonderful," he complimented sincerely. "Honestly wonderful." Galahad leaned in for a slow kiss, laughing as he felt Jonas sniffing around his trousers. At least there were small things to make his evening decent.

"Ready to go?" he asked, glancing up at Tristan.

"Pyschology." Tristan answered easily and he could have a field day with the parents. "And I'm not a man for whims, I rarely enter into anything unless I have the full commitment to it."

"Good," his father said with approval. He turned to his wife. "I've been saying that our Galahad needs a steady hand to guide him into being an adult, now haven't I?" He smiled as the food was set down. "Excellent, our food."

"So, tell us, Tristan, your past relationships," his mother asked. "Why did they fail?"

Tristan merely went with the tug. The cigarette was discarded to one side and the smoke was exhaled away from both himself and Galahad. Tristan's arms came up and went around Galahad, not one single word was spoken.

Galahad looked up at Tristan, setting his chin stubbornly. "Fuck them anyway," he muttered, stuffing the cheque into his pocket. "Fuck them and their abandoning me." He sneered slightly.

Tristan gave a warm and hearty laugh as he watched the way that Galahad ran to get moving. He smirked slowly and simply slid into his side of the car.

There was no slow-going this time. Galahad simply drove them back as quickly as he could without being pulled over, parking and unbuckling Tristan's seatbelt for him, making his way up the path towards Tristan's door.

His car would be fine for the night. And Gawain certainly wouldn't miss him.

Tristan hissed in a sudden breath as Galahad's legs wrapped around him and he felt a sudden heat spread from his groin to the rest of his body. He didn't want to but he drew away and kept his mouth away from Galahad's.

"Galahad, slow down.." He murmured quietly as he looked down at the other. Dark hair was a mess around his features. "I won't disappear if we take it slower." Tristan knew that tonight had hurt Galahad and the sting was still there.

He bent his head and kissed Galahad slowly and deeply. His tongue took its time to explore the deep recesses of Galahad's mouth. "Slow is more enjoyable as it is." He murmured with a suggestive lilt to his accented voice.

Galahad was slightly hurt by Tristan pulling away and the urge to slow down. "But I want you," he replied, almost indignantly and petulantly, burying his hand in Tristan's hair as he pulled him down for a longer kiss, one he didn't let Tristan away from.

"Sometimes all the fun is in kissing." Tristan murmured against Galahad's skin. He bowed his head and trailed his mouth over Galahad's chest. He briefly paused at a nipple and smoothed the flat surface of his tongue across it.

"So-ometimes," Galahad gasped, hands tangling in Tristan's hair and simply grasping lightly. "Kissing is just the beginning." He widened his eyes. "Please?"

He chuckled softly. "I'll remember that."

Tristan rocked up onto his knees and he emptied the pouch into his hand. He winked at Galahad as he ripped the foil with his teeth. He took care of himself as he settled himself between Galahad's legs.

Three oiled fingers slid into Galahad and they flickered into life to briefly prepare Galahad. They had done this before but it never hurt to make preparations especially as Tristan didn't want to hurt Galahad.

As he moved his fingers, his mouth descended on Galahad's.

Galahad spread his thighs, wrapping them around Tristan's hips again and guiding him in as he kissed him with as much gentle force as he could muster. "God," he gasped. "Feels so good," he mumbled happily.

Tristan fisted his hands in the sheets as shudders racked his body and he forced himself to slow down and to stop moving as he soaked up each sensation.

He took another deep, demanding kiss from Galahad before his hips began to move steadily.

Galahad cupped one hand firmly to Tristan's cheek, not moving it as he held him there for the kiss, rocking his hips upwards in slow thrusts to meet Tristan's. "Good," he mumbled into the kiss. "Y'so good."

Galahad's climax heralded Tristan's and his came in a sudden hot flash and his body could do nothing but react. His hand stilled and his lips kissed Galahad's slowly as his body began to come down and his movements were winding down.

Galahad stilled himself, bringing himself back by focusing on returning the kiss, giving it back soft and slow, just as Tristan had started it.

He wrapped his arms around Tristan's waist and held on gently, closing his eyes slowly, revelling in the feeling of bliss.