“I just want to help…” Seth muttered.
Domenico leaned in and touched his nose to Seth’s, drawing in his lover’s delicious scent. “I know, but I’m not letting you botch your treatment now.” He put the trimmer against the unruly black hair, and soon, subsequent layers of the beard were falling to their feet, uncovering more and more of the beloved skin, which now seemed paler than it used to be.
Seth closed his eyes and gently petted Dom’s stomach with his knuckles, spurring lazy pleasure spreading all over the covered skin. Dom had never noticed just how thick Seth’s eyelashes were, despite being short and straight, and he was surprised to find out yet another new thing about the man he loved.
“Feels good? I bet you were melting in that thing with the heat outside,” said Dom, noticing how his own voice dropped.
Seth looked back at him and chuckled. “A bit like wearing a sweater on the face.”
“Your skin will be so soft once I get to it,” said Dom, chopping off even more hair, which tumbled down Seth’s chest and to the floor.
“Why do you even use the old blades anyway? Wouldn’t it be faster with the regular ones?” Seth ran his thumb along the ridges of Dom’s muscle.
Domenico closed his eyes as the slightly coarse skin rubbed him in such a sensitive place. He switched off the trimmer and put it in the sink. Memories flooded his mind like a tidal wave and spilled into every nook and cranny of his brain. “Tassa taught me. He thought men shouldn’t take the easy route. For a straight razor, you need a steady hand. He was the one to give me my very first shave.”
He’d never shared this with anyone, and the way Seth’s eyes filled with understanding had Dom’s heart skip a beat. It didn’t matter that there were still things they didn’t know about each other. No one could ever be to him what Seth was. They could banter for hours, and yet later share the most intense silence.
“No one’s hands are as steady as yours,” Seth whispered and pulled Dom’s palm up for a kiss. “He did a good job.”
Domenico curled his fingers around Seth’s and held them, savoring the warmth streaming between their bodies. He exhaled as the pressure in his chest rose to a level that he couldn’t bear anymore, and he looked up. “And then I busted his skull.”
Seth swallowed, but didn’t even blink. “If you knew what you know now, would you have acted differently?”
Domenico squeezed Seth’s hand tighter. If he hadn’t done what he did, he wouldn’t be holding Seth now. He’d be alone and grieving. “I’d try to reason with him earlier. But if that couldn’t change things, I’d still do the same.”
“And who taught you that? He did. You can’t blame yourself for what happened.” Seth leaned closer, for a kiss that left a few tiny hairs on Dom’s lips. “He made you into a man who doesn’t stop, who goes for what he wants at any cost. It was his choice to stand in your way.”
Domenico smiled, but there was a bitterness rising in his throat, and he slipped his arms around Seth, pulling him close. “I just wish he’d died proud of me.”
Seth hugged him back and kissed the side of his head. “I know. If it helps, I don’t think my father was ever proud of me. I actually think that electing me to follow in his footsteps was some cruel joke to spite me.”
Domenico snorted, immediately remembering the moment he had been shot for the first time, by the hand of someone he had thought was his father. “He was a fucking maniac.”
Seth ran his fingers through Dom’s hair. “What do you think would have made your father proud?”
Domenico sighed and backed away slightly, not wanting his emotions to get the best of him. He brushed stray hair off Seth’s face and slid his fingers over the scar that was now visible. It was still pink, still raised, but it did seem to have healed well. “If I were the don,” he whispered, looking up into Seth’s eyes. “He wanted me to take over.”
Seth frowned. “But if I died, Vincente would have taken over. He killed our father for that.”
Domenico smirked. “Vincente would have been easy to get rid of. I would have done it.”
Seth backed away, but he didn’t get far, bumping into the sink. “Oh. Is that what you would have wanted?” he whispered.
Domenico kept his gaze, unsure what was happening now, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to respond either. “I wanted to stop being a pushover.”
Seth put his hand on Dom’s hip. “You? You were never a pushover. You were father’s best man.”
“He still could’ve killed me for the slightest error. He never included me in the game of inheritance, even though he thought I was his. I could’ve gotten my accounts straight with Frederico.”
Seth looked at their feet, but kept his hand on Dom. “Don’t you ever think there could have been another man for you? You could have had Tassa on your side, your revenge on Frederico… I can’t help thinking I’m a burden. I keep fucking up your life. You warned me about the alligator, I still set up the bait, and then you had to pick up the pieces. You always sort out my mess.”
Domenico smiled and rubbed his face with his free hand. “You always do something to keep me entertained. There’s no way to get bored with you around.” He leaned in and pressed his mouth to Seth’s, relaxing into the embrace. “There could never be anyone else for me. There’s no one else as sweet as you.”
Seth chuckled but hugged Dom. “So you’re saying I should keep causing mayhem, to keep you on your toes?”
Domenico grabbed the shaving brush, and nuzzled Seth’s nose as he started working the dollop of shaving cream in a plastic bowl. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
Seth smiled wildly and pulled away to let Dom work. “Okay, I can do that.”
Domenico chuckled and petted his neck before starting to work the cream all over Seth’s face. The foamy lather had never failed to make the young Domenico feel like a grownup, and his liking for the traditional wet shave had never faded. He’d never let anyone else near his neck with a naked blade after Tassa. The blade had been a present from Domenico’s real father and was one of Domenico’s most important keepsakes. It was an expensive item, with a tortoiseshell handle and an elegant engraving of the words Life or Death. Now in Your Hands. on the blade that Tassa had purchased for him in a specialty store in Palermo shortly after Domenico got made. “You’re gonna like this.”
“Just watch out over the scar.” Seth took a deep breath and straightened up.
“I’m not gonna hurt you,” promised Domenico, finally cleaning the brush with water. The bright white lamp above made the setting a bit too clinical for his liking, but it would have to do. He opened the razor and smiled as the blade reflected light into his face.
Seth watched it, and though Dom noticed Seth’s Adam’s apple bob a bit faster, he stayed still. When Dom put the blade against Seth’s skin, he imagined what it would be like to shave the hairs all over his body, but as exciting as the process could have been, Dom wouldn’t have liked the effects. He loved Seth’s body hair. Perhaps even a bit too much sometimes.
The first strokes underneath Seth’s nose made him freeze, but Domenico shushed him with a few calming words and slid the thin blade in short downward strokes, gradually removing all the excess hair. The cheeks were fairly easy to do, even with the scar, and Domenico couldn’t help but smile when Seth’s lovely tan skin emerged in its full glory.
The neck and throat were last, and Domenico pushed Seth’s chin up to give himself better access. Even with no intention of hurting Seth, the sense of power that came with holding a blade against a man’s neck gave Dom an adrenaline rush of the best kind. It made him think that he’d need to find something to do once they left the United States. He wasn’t a man who could sit idle all day, even if he’d have the money to do so once he gained access to his Colombian account.
Domenico pushed his hand into the hair on Seth’s nape and moved the razor over the arch of his Adam’s apple. “How does that feel?” he whispered.
Seth exhaled deeply and s
pread his lips into a smile. “Like you could push the blade in, but you won’t.”
Domenico’s stomach melted with heat, but he held his hand steady, slightly shifting the blade in a way that would make cutting Seth’s throat all too easy. “I won’t. I’d never do that.”
“I love the steady way you hold me,” Seth whispered. “Like you’d catch me whichever way I fall.”
Domenico exhaled as he made the last stroke. When he put the razor on the side of the sink, it clattered slightly, and he held onto Seth’s arm. “I would,” he agreed, mindlessly grabbing the towel with his free hand.
“I want you to feel something…” Seth purred and leveled his gaze with Dom’s. His shaved face made Dom’s heart skip a beat.
Air left Domenico’s lungs, and he smiled, petting Seth’s pec through the shirt. “What?”
Seth grabbed Dom’s clean hand and led it to his mouth. He parted his lips and invited two of Dom’s fingers to touch the scar inside his cheek. He never even blinked as his dark eyes glazed over, and he petted Dom’s fingers with his tongue.
It was like lightning shooting straight from the digits, all the way down Dom’s spine. His breath caught in his throat, but he slowly thrust the fingers back and forth over Seth’s silky tongue, and then very gently brushed them over the scar. The flesh was tougher there, and he could sense where the cheek had been pierced.
Seth gave Dom a moment before forcing his fingers to back out. “It’s all healed, Dom. Doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Domenico glanced at him, suddenly flustered even with the wetness cooling on his fingers. His cock stiffened in response to that veiled invitation, and he wasn’t even sure where to begin with this, but then his mouth opened on its own. “Why don’t you kneel then?”
Seth watched him and his nostrils flared as he slowly went down to his knees. Seth made the prettiest picture down there, all cleaned up and ready to take a cock, with streaks of the shaving cream still visible on his face. And it wasn’t just a cock he was waiting for. It was all about Dom’s cock. Seth raised his eyebrows and leaned forward to give the front of Dom’s pants a kiss.
Domenico gasped and put both his hands on top of Seth’s head, gently thrusting forward and brushing the bulge at the front of his jeans against Seth’s mouth and nose. “Look at me.”
Seth’s trusting brown eyes were up in an instant. He slid his hands up Dom’s legs, all the way to the front of his thighs.
Domenico smirked and massaged the top of Seth’s head as he gently humped his face, arousal bubbling up at a rapid pace. “Do you still remember how to do this?”
Seth sucked his lips in, and only now Dom realized how he missed seeing Seth’s face redden in full glory. “You will have to show me,” he whispered and put his lips over Dom’s erection through the denim.
Raw lust exploded in Domenico’s brain, and for a few seconds, he wasn’t even sure where to start, but the blatant invitation was enough to pull his cock to complete hardness. He didn’t care about the smudges of cream Seth was leaving on Dom’s clothes at all. “Take it out,” he rasped, squeezing his fingers on Seth’s hair, which was longer than usual, and easy to grip.
Seth unzipped his jeans slowly, as if to tease him and force Dom into action. “Like this?” He pulled Dom’s jeans down along with his briefs, just enough for his cock to be released. Seth took a deep breath and licked the slit on the tip as his hands traveled to Dom’s angular hips.
Domenico groaned and reached down, grabbing his cock and jerking it a few times, less than an inch away from Seth’s face. He couldn’t help but moan at the sight of that handsome face so close to his cock. “Touch my balls.”
But instead of his fingers, Seth used his lips to dive to Dom’s balls, teasing the sac, sucking the balls into the heat of his mouth, making them so wet they cooled in the brisk air.
Domenico curled his toes in his shoes when Seth lavished him with so much attention. His hand kept working his cock at a languid pace, but it was only preparation for the main act. Seth had never been an enthusiast of cocksucking, but it seemed that even he was missing the hot meat of Dom’s prick on his tongue. “You’ve dreamed of this, haven’t you? Now I’m sorry I haven’t come all over that beard before I shaved it off you.”
Seth groaned and nuzzled the underside of Dom’s cock. “You’re so fucking perfect every time you do those hundreds of push-ups.” The adoration in his eyes when he looked up was what Dom lived for. The essence of his existence. “I watch you and I imagine you pumping your cock into me. Every day.” Seth’s voice went quiet as if he was afraid to say that out loud, but he finished off the sentence with a wet kiss to Dom’s balls.
Domenico’s mouth stretched into a smile as his body tingled with the pleasure of such praise. He did know his worth, but at the same time, hearing it from the man he loved never failed to get to him in the best possible way. “You want to serve me, don’t you?”
Seth nodded as his breath grew shallower. “I remember that one time when you fucked my mouth so hard I couldn’t breathe. I almost came from just that.” The way his nostrils kept flaring told Dom just how hard Seth was. He didn’t even need to look at the front of his pants.
It was almost as if a thousand hands caressed Dom’s cock for him. He’d long suspected that Seth liked force when they had oral sex, but for him to admit it… Domenico would have never counted on that. “Is that what you need? For me to take what I want, come in your mouth, and make you swallow it all?”
If the redness of Seth’s face was anything to go by, it was exactly what Seth wanted. “I like when you’re in charge,” he confessed and opened those plump lips, making Dom’s heart beat faster. No one else but Seth would ever do.
Domenico exhaled, and it felt as if there was lava gathered in his chest. He jerked Seth’s head back by the hair and pressed his uncovered cockhead against Seth’s lips. “Kiss it like you’d want to kiss my lips.”
Seth’s hot breath tickled Domenico, but that sensation was soon replaced by the wetness of Seth’s mouth around his cockhead. He closed his eyes and murmured as he sucked on the tip of Dom’s dick. His hands went all the way up to Dom’s stomach, followed by a groan of pleasure that crawled up Domenico’s chest and tugged on his nipples. Dom was ready to make sure he had pronounced abs even if just to hear that moan again.
“You like that?” he whispered, slowly moving his hips back and forth. He put his hand on top of Seth’s and guided it all over his skin, enjoying the warm touch. Seth’s hands were so huge, bigger than his own, with hair at the back and on the forearms. Domenico would love to worship them all night.
Seth looked up with his eyes glazed over and let out a nasal whimper as he took more of Dom’s cock into his mouth. His breath tickled the base of Dom’s dick, and Dom was ready to test Seth’s limits, see how far he could push. Dom had missed the eager touch over the muscles on his stomach so badly, but he hadn’t even realized that until he felt it. He’d been so fixated on not getting to come in Seth’s hot tight body he forgot how much he’d missed Seth’s lust in itself.
“You won’t be pushing me away again, understood?” rasped Domenico, pulling Seth closer by the hair. He loved the way Seth’s tongue massaged his cock, teased the corona, the slight suckling around it. It was so perfect it hurt.
Seth exhaled deeply and nodded with his mouth full of cock. Domenico needed to make up for the weeks of missed opportunities. Of lazy days spent reading books or training Dana when he could have been fucking Seth’s brains out. Now that he was finally cracking Seth’s shell again, he couldn’t care less about all the bickering and fights they’d had.
Domenico grinned and pushed in deeper, making sure to pull Seth closer with every thrust. “Now suck it. Show me how much you love my cock,” he demanded, leaning over Seth with pure pleasure streaming through his veins.
He caught the sight of his own face in the mirror and couldn’t help a smirk. Young, handsome despite the scar, with the man of his life sucking his cock with th
e eagerness of a teenager. No wonder Seth fell in love. Domenico was a stud in the prime of his life and wouldn’t be denied what he deserved. He tore his eyes away, all too aware of his own vanity, and looked down at Seth, who was swallowing more of his cock and sucking around it, with loud moans filling the bathroom. The way Dom’s cock dove into his cheek was perfect, pushing out the scar, only to retreat and rush straight into Seth’s throat.
This time, Domenico grabbed Seth harder, remembering what Seth had told him that he loved about the oral sex. He held him in place and pushed, watching the brown, loving eyes glaze over.
“Take it. You know you can.”
Seth whined, gagged, but didn’t even try to back away, watching Domenico with a whole new intensity. His hands slid to Dom’s back and then to his ass, squeezing the cheeks as Dom forced his cock into Seth’s throat. Seth had never mastered deepthroating. He kept gagging, and a few tears slid down his temples from the exertion, but he stayed put where Dom held him, even as his freshly shaved chin dribbled with spit.
Domenico could hardly breathe as the fervor of fucking took over his mind and body. He held Seth in place and slammed his hips against his mouth, repeatedly. He couldn’t help noticing that the more ruthless he was, the more Seth shuddered and shifted around, and so he moved his cock out, smiling when Seth followed it with his open mouth, still connected by a thread of saliva. “Will you be coming?” uttered Dom.
Seth panted with his lips widely parted and watched Dom as if he were God himself come to Earth to answer his prayers. “Y-yes,” he uttered and unzipped his pants in a frenzy, pushing them down to reveal his engorged dick. It had Seth’s briefs sticky with pre-cum.
Domenico smirked and gently nudged it with the top of his shoe. “I want you to come when I fuck you, and I want to feel it,” he muttered, gently swirling his thumb over the head of his cock. Now that he was so far gone, each touch felt like stepping onto a minefield.
Seth quickly nodded and covered his own cock with his hand, squeezing it slightly. Domenico loved seeing him so obedient. It wouldn’t have been the same if there were no contrast to how Seth was in everyday life. If he always followed orders, it wouldn’t be so special to have him so agreeable now. Knowing it was Dom’s touch and actions that got Seth this way was a big part of Dom’s pleasure.
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