Gilded Agony

by K. A. Merikan

  “You do. I will fill you up again, and then I will do it again, and again.”

  Even through the wet shirt, Domenico could sense the frantic heartbeat of his naked prey. The play was about domination, but the fact that Seth craved to be in this vulnerable position only added another layer to Dom’s excitement.

  “You have to do it often so that I don’t forget,” Seth uttered, but tried his luck crawling a little bit forward, only to be stopped at the edge of the pool. Despite his weak struggle, he writhed against Domenico’s fingers as if he were in heat.

  “Yeah? That’s what you want now? For me to fuck you as hard as I can so you think twice before cheating on me again?” hissed Domenico, stretching him roughly.

  Seth had made Domenico thirsty from the first time he’d set his eyes on him as an adult, but he was even more handsome now, as if every passing year made his charms more polished. All that muscle, all that dark hair, and all belonged to Domenico. In moments like this, when all and any little spats between them were left behind, they fit together as if God had meant for them to occupy one skin.

  “Yes, show me,” Seth whimpered. The expressions on his face, the lusty attitude, the ease with which he now showed that he wanted to be fucked, they were all Domenico’s only. For no one else to see or know.

  Domenico speared him in one thrust, and the way Seth’s entire body twisted under him, tight muscles squeezing lovingly around Domenico’s cock, made Domenico feel like he could accomplish anything. He could get his hands on the stolen cargo and murder every single member of the Lungs, and then take over Raul Moreno’s business, all in one step.

  But he’d rather stay here, with his hips firmly pressed to Seth’s round ass, which had never been softer to the touch, fuzzier, tighter.

  Seth stirred and shifted, his hole squeezing Domenico like a loving hand. His back was becoming less tense and more yielding. The big body under Domenico gave in to the fuck. Seth’s skin was hot enough to make Domenico’s wet shirt warm, and despite it probably being not that comfortable for Seth to lie pressed against the tiles, Dom enjoyed how there was no give, nowhere for Seth to back out. And if their knees ended up bruised tomorrow—so be it.

  The needy sounds he made when Domenico slid his hand into Seth’s hair and tugged were so much more enjoyable than the background noise of the jungle.

  “Do you have any more dumb ideas left in that stupid head?” Domenico asked, riding him harder and faster by the minute. This was what he needed. What they both needed after their argument, and after all the unpleasant things that happened in recent days. In Seth’s body, Domenico could find his solace.

  “N-no!” Seth yelped at a particularly hard thrust, twisting his fingers against the hard surface below them.

  Domenico could get drunk on the taste of the shivering body underneath him. Men had given into him before, but none like Seth. None were a challenge to be conquered again and again. Seth’s reflection in the water had its eyes closed, lips open, but noticing them only reminded Domenico of Diego’s audacity to so much as look at Seth in a vulgar manner. He had no right. No one else had that right.

  The water cast blue lights on Seth’s face, reaching out to caress him with translucent fingers. Hand squeezed in the hair at the back of Seth’s head, Domenico pushed in so hard Seth fell flat on the tiles, dipping his nose in the water.

  “Deep breath,” he whispered into the warm ear.

  Seth glanced back at him, red-faced and panting, but understanding finally sank in and he did as told. It was a good thing that Seth was willing to butt heads, because seeing him then comply only made Domenico thrust into that greedy hole harder.

  Danger was an aphrodisiac to Seth. He’d proven that much when they’d first fucked on Toro’s property, in the wine cellar below the kitchen floor where there were no cameras to spy on them. It was back then that Domenico tightened his hand around Seth’s throat for pleasure for the first time. Two years on, Dom was still more than eager to give his husband exactly what he needed. The loss of breath. The adrenaline, the rush of blood coming back once arteries were released made Seth’s orgasms earth-crushing.

  Domenico dipped Seth’s head in the water and forced him to lower his hips for balance, never stopping the brutal assault on Seth’s ass.

  The muscular shoulders tensed, Seth's body never stopping its wiggle under Domenico. Having to count the seconds, watch Seth for reactions at the same time as racing to smother that tight ass with cum, took a lot of self-control, but Domenico thrived on this. When he felt so completely in control, the master of life and death of his willing subject, orgasm was just an inch away.

  Seth only kept pushing his ass against Dom’s cock faster, desperate to get his rocks off as if the proximity of death made him even hornier.

  Domenico yanked Seth’s head out, spraying water everywhere, and with their balance shifted, Domenico fucked him even harder, thrusting into the tight flesh over and over. And once Seth had gotten his fill of gasps, his head went right back under the surface, leaving him at the mercy of hands that could easily overpower fighters much stronger than Seth himself.

  But Seth trusted Domenico with his life. Both metaphorically and literally, the man under Domenico was his in ways no one else would ever be.

  The firm, tanned body stirred, presenting Domenico with the view of shifting muscles, arched shoulders. Seth was getting frantic in his movements, letting out bubbles even though he’d just been above the surface. If this had been the first time they’d done this, Domenico might have become unsure, but he knew Seth well enough to recognize a violent orgasm when it was coming.

  He let go of Seth’s head for more leverage and grabbed the flesh of his hips, stabbing his dick into his lover over and over until Seth’s muscles constricted, and his cock spurted cum onto the tiles.

  Seth panted and gasped for air, adding shameless moans as the orgasm still trembled in his body, caressing Dom’s cock, milking it with the spasming muscles. He pressed his wet face to the edge of the pool, offering his body without a word of complaint. There wasn’t a man on the whole goddamn planet who Domenico would be more interested in.

  He slid his hands to Seth’s stomach, caressing the coarse hair as he readied himself to come deep into that lovely round ass.

  “Pump me full of it,” Seth whispered, still breathless from his time under water, yet as eager as ever.

  The words were like pure pleasure drizzling down Domenico’s throat. He kicked Seth’s knees even wider apart and held him down, eyes shut and nose pressed to the wet hair at the back of Seth’s head. When he came, it was in a rain of hot and cold shudders cascading over him until his knees could no longer hold him up. He slid on top of Seth, clinging to the familiar warmth and letting his spinning head settle.

  His hand was now trapped between Seth’s hairy stomach and the tiles, but he didn’t mind in the slightest, making gentle shapes with his fingers over Seth’s skin.

  His lover was just as spineless, lying there, wet from Domenico’s clothes and spent. If it wasn’t for the fact that he cared for Seth’s comfort, Domenico could have fallen asleep right then, on the perfect mattress.

  “That taught you a lesson, huh?” he whispered in the end, pressing a soft kiss to Seth’s damp shoulder.

  Seth turned his head, and the wide smile was all the answer Domenico needed. “Only spreading my legs for my husband from now on. Fuck… you feel so good inside of me.” And to make his point, Seth squeezed his ass around Dom’s still hard cock.

  Domenico grinned, hugging him gently. “I don’t think I believe you. More serious measures are in order…”

  “Oh, really? What kind?” Seth watched him with those warm chocolate eyes that were so full of adoration Domenico wanted to do nothing in life but protect him.

  He tugged on Seth’s shoulder until they spooned. “Maybe you’d be less eager to cheat on your husband if your husband locked your dick in a cage,” Domenico said, grinning at Seth and imagining that thick, long cock
in bondage. Trapped, and with only Dom having a key. Didn’t Seth always enjoy Domenico’s sexual control? It could be an exciting addition to their repertoire.

  Seth laughed but cuddled up to Dom despite the uncomfortable tiles. He even pulled Domenico’s arm around him. “What? Like in the medieval times?”

  Domenico kissed his lips again and tightened his arms around his lover. “Technology has advanced since then. It would be so hot.”

  “You’re… for real?”

  Dom nuzzled Seth’s neck. “What if I am?”

  “I’ll think about it, okay? Have you err… researched it?”

  Seth taking his time to make a decision was the worst. He could never make up his mind until pushed face-first into the choice. All Domenico needed was a clear ‘yes’ or ‘no’. He’d accept either.

  “Of course. It’s an experiment anyway. We’ll just stop if you don’t enjoy it,” Domenico said as his mind rapidly pulled out of the post-orgasmic nothingness. “Want to try it on now?”

  Seth bit his lip, but nodded in the end. “Okay, show me.”

  Domenico grinned and tore off his damp clothes, shedding them to the tiles. “You’ll take a quick shower, and then I’ll put it on you. Very snugly,” he whispered, tracing the scar on Seth’s pec with his fingertip.

  “So mean!” Seth laughed but still kissed Dom’s lips.

  They went hand-in-hand, and the house was dead quiet when they walked through to their bedroom. As Seth took his shower, Domenico took the packaged chastity device from a cupboard where he kept his personal stuff and took his time studying the instructions once again. His purchase was one of the most expensive pieces of its kind he’d found, but he wouldn’t be stingy when it came to the treasures Seth carried between his thighs. With an adjustable ring for the ball sac, the stainless steel cage was beautiful in its simplicity. The polished wires would leave plenty of breathing room for the beautiful cock they were about to cradle, and the longer Seth was taking with his shower, the more Domenico itched to see him naked again.

  Seth seemed almost shy when he walked out with a towel around his hips, but then he smiled and winked at Dom. “Ready. Let’s do it.” He stood in front of Dom and dropped the towel.

  Domenico licked his lips, for a moment focused only on the thick girth of the most perfect cock he’d ever laid his eyes on. He showed Seth the device and tapped the warm curve of Seth’s dick with his finger. “What do you think? Large enough for you?”

  “I hope so.” Seth laughed nervously, looking from Dom’s eyes to his own cock time and time again. “At least I won’t go hard too quickly now.” He stole a quick kiss.

  Domenico itched to bet him, to pull that one more orgasm out of Seth, but he too was tired and just wanted to enjoy his husband’s company.

  Seth cleared his throat above Dom. “Okay. How did things go? You know, when you all left after that call.”

  Domenico widened the balls ring and weighed the cock in his hands, slowly moving it into the tube of metal wires. There were days when he missed the time of Seth’s involvement in whatever crazy shit was going on. Back then, Seth had been as deep in the mud as him, but after witnessing the way Seth had broken down during the takeover, he didn’t want to pull him back into such stormy waters. After all, Seth hadn’t been raised a killer. He was gentler and needed a different kind of life to thrive.

  So he smiled and kissed Seth just above the groin as he gently adjusted the device so that it was neither too tight not too loose. “It went fine. A bit of a time waste, but what can you do?”

  Seth nodded slowly, keeping his hands on his hips as Dom worked on him. “And that late shipment. Is everything okay?”

  Domenico sighed, playing with the hair on Seth’s stomach. “You shouldn’t worry about this. I have everything under control.” He then let go of the cage and watched it—shining steel against warm flesh and coarse hair. “How does that feel?”

  Seth took a deep breath, flushed and focused in a way that made Dom laugh. “I don’t know yet, but I love you, remember?” And the warmth in his eyes told Domenico all about the truth behind those words.

  They fitted together so perfectly it stole Domenico’s breath for a few seconds.

  Chapter 9 - Seth

  Seth wasn’t sure if it was the secluded nature of his life at their villa, or if he’d changed so much, but he was looking forward to the New Year’s party. Maybe it was attending at Dom’s side that made it into an exciting event? His go-to venues had never been all that elegant, yet around Domenico he started to appreciate some of the finer things in life. And he would never go back to defrosted pizza and chicken nuggets as a party treat.

  When they arrived in the town center dressed to the nines, Dom told him that the orchestra was playing a number from a list he’d approved. Just two years back, he wouldn’t have considered the mayor’s New Year’s party an appropriate occasion for an Armani tuxedo. But as time passed, and Domenico became more entrenched in the not-so-high life of El Encanto, his attitude seemed to have changed. Unlike Seth, who’d never felt at ease in exclusive clubs, or at extravagant parties, Domenico used to relish visiting the opera, going to debutante balls, and banquets where wearing anything below the price range of Louis Vuitton would have been a huge faux pas.

  So Domenico wore his Armani tuxedo to a party held in a venue that was usually relegated to hosting weddings and quinces, and which he believed didn’t quite meet the standards of his outfit. Upon arrival, he’d expressed disappointment in the mayor always wearing ill-fitting suits, which in turn would make Dom feel overdressed, but that wasn’t enough to stop him. Nor did it stop Seth for that matter. So rarely did he have the chance to leave the house and do something fun, that he gladly put on the made-to-measure clothes Dom purchased for him during their single trip to Bogotá a year back.

  With Dom’s warm hand in his, Seth climbed the stairs leading to the open doors, but when they passed a floor-length mirror by the entrance, he stopped Dom and looked at his reflection. His own shirt was slightly too tight, but that only made Seth happier, because it was a sure sign that his workouts were paying off.

  Too bad the pleasure of wearing something so fine was spoilt by the chastity device. While neither too tight nor too loose, the steel it was made of put an unnatural amount of weight on Seth and kept bothering him whenever he wore something more fitted. A few days on, he still wasn’t used to that goddamn thing, but seeing how much pleasure it gave Domenico to have that control, he decided not to say anything. Before they had come here, Domenico had removed the device from Seth, so that he could clean himself comfortably. It had become their nightly ritual, and Dom remained present throughout, making sure Seth didn’t use those few minutes to bring himself to an unauthorised orgasm.

  It was fucking nuts. But Seth still felt guilty over that whole thing with Diego, so he figured he could treat it as penance for his sins.

  “You look so handsome,” he said to Dom in Italian. “Like when I first met you. All sharp lines, amazing smell, and this sleek hair.”

  Domenico smiled, meeting Seth’s gaze in the mirror. They looked like two high fashion models caught carrying out their illicit affair in between photoshoots. “So do you. But that’s to be expected. We’re the only Italians in this town.”

  Seth snorted and ran his fingers over the shiny black lapel of Dom’s suit jacket. “We could be dressed like this for the opera in Palermo.”

  The glint in Domenico’s eyes hypnotized Seth and made him lean in for a soft, very brief kiss of the kind everyone in town ignored. No one would dare question Toro’s lifestyle in his presence. “We will, Seth. One day.”

  “I still remember the one time we went in Berlin. You made me appreciate something I never liked before. It’s so hot when you’ve got this outfit on, but a gun holster underneath.” Seth ran his fingers over Dom’s back to feel the firearm through the smooth fabric.

  Domenico grunted, watching him with eyes growing increasingly sharp. Seth could practically sm
ell the steel and hear the scratch of their blade against the whetstone. Just as the orchestra inside progressed into a crescendo, Dom spun Seth around and stood close behind him, pressing their bodies together. “I’m always ready. And I always hit my target. You will see later.”

  "How's things with Tropico?" Seth asked quietly. He hadn't broached the subject in months, hating to stress Dom out about it, but the moment seemed right.

  Dom’s arms tightened around Seth, and he pressed his cheek to Seth’s shoulder. They stood together in silence, ignoring the people going in and out of the building behind their backs. If somebody needed a mirror, they should have used their own at home.

  “Dana is out looking for leads, but it’s been a dry time. I’ve had other things on my mind. More pressing things,” Domenico said in the end. He spoke in vague terms, but at least he said something.

  Speaking to Dom in their native language was always a small pleasure and felt private, even around Mark or Giulia. “I understand. I just need you to know that if there’s anything you actually need help with in this matter—or any other—I’m there for you. I still train, and I can step up if you need me.”

  Domenico watched him in the mirror for a few blinks of an eye. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this. You don’t have to do any of the stuff you don’t want.”

  Seth nodded. It had been what he wanted when they took over in El Encanto. He’d been sick of the violence and blood. So why was he now getting so restless? It wasn’t fear. It was something else he couldn’t pinpoint, yet he’d hate to bother Domenico with it as if he were a child who asked for pancakes, but then said they wanted chicken after all.

  He twisted enough to kiss Dom’s temple and pulled him to the door, entering the large hall with wooden floors, narrow windows that opened onto a terrace, and thick curtains that reached all the way to the floor. In terms of decor, it was rather basic, although bouquets of flowers and colorful lights attached to the walls managed to elevate the interior and transform the simple space into something more special.