Once they left in a thundering of engines, the patches on their backs were the last thing he saw of them as the roar slowly died down. The swamp silence filled with buzzing of insects and noises made by small animals was all he was left with as neither Mark nor Seth spoke.
Domenico pushed his hands into his pockets and watched the road, wondering how it would all play out tomorrow. Were they honest about wanting his help, or was it just a trap to get rid of him? Both possibilities needed to be taken into account.
“Men only night, huh?” he asked eventually, wanting to disperse the tension that settled on his shoulders with all its weight.
Mark looked out of the shack with his eyes still wide. “Do I know too much now?” he whispered.
Domenico slowly turned back to the shack and rubbed his forehead. Fucking fuck. Seth couldn’t keep his mouth shut, could he? “Are you asking me if I’m going to kill you?”
Mark pouted and looked away. “M-maybe…”
“I’m sorry, Dom,” Seth muttered. “It got heated.”
Domenico rubbed both his eyes as fatigue overcame his limbs and sent sand beneath his eyelids. He’d been furious back when the bikers were still here, but now all he wanted was to touch Seth and feel that he wasn’t hurt. He called him over with a gesture.
Seth was quick to come over despite his limp and hugged Dom tight. The mud on his clothes had dried and now just left a mess of sand on Dom. Domenico embraced him anyway and rested his head on Seth’s shoulder.
“Mark, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Told you I’m special forces. When I kill people, it’s for the right reasons”
“And I thought you were an antiques dealer,” Seth whispered into Dom’s ear, rubbing his smooth cheek against him.
Domenico groaned. “That wouldn’t fly after all he’s seen.” He breathed in Seth’s scent and lost himself in the heat of the embrace, in the calming effect of the slight movement back and forth. Very soon, he was serene as a baby.
Mark licked his lips. “Aren’t you scared for Dana?”
Domenico laughed and looked into the wide-open eyes of Mark. “I believe Jed is her hostage more than she is his. Knowing that we have his phone, he’d rather put his own ass on the line than let anyone near her.”
Mark nodded and sat on his futon with a bag of chips, looking strangely thoughtful. Seth pulled Dom behind the blanket hanging from the ceiling, into the cocoon of their small bed.
It was all the consolation Domenico needed.
Domenico woke up to the sound of frying and the pleasant aroma of eggs. He shifted on the uncomfortably soft mattress and rolled on his back, looking up at the beams that held up the curtain dividing his and Seth’s sleeping area from the rest of the room. Seth was gone, and it only made the longing in Domenico’s chest stronger. Last night, Seth wouldn’t let Dom fuck him with Mark in the room, and since both of them felt queasy about kicking him out after the whole biker thing, they settled on blow jobs.
And blow jobs were nice. No, they were amazing, but what Domenico really wanted was to cover Seth’s body with his and get that physical connection that he’d craved for such a long time. And for once, Dom’s sleep was peaceful.
“Hey,” he whispered, slowly pushing the sheet off his legs.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” Seth said from behind the blanket. “I took a shower in Mark’s invention. It’s pretty good actually, because in this weather, the water is lukewarm anyway.”
“Yeah, it was pretty smart. Maybe he could become an engineer,” muttered Domenico, slowly getting to his feet. He brushed off a bit of crusted semen from his chest and pushed back the curtain, squinting when the bright morning light hit him head-on.
“No, it’s just a hobby,” Mark said with his mouth full, but then went silent and just stared.
Domenico yawned and walked up to Seth, who was busy turning something in the pan. Domenico slid his arms around his back and molded their bodies together, happily enjoying the lazy morning.
Seth gasped, almost tipping over toward the gas stove. “Dom, Mark’s at the table,” he hissed.
“I’m fine. It’s all good. I like the view.” Mark chuckled.
Domenico grinned and rubbed Seth’s shoulder with his chin. “That’s all right, it’s not like he’s never seen a naked man before.” Dom wished he could have woken up to a naked Seth, but he had to settle on feeling Seth’s bulky body through his jeans and T-shirt.
“But this is you we’re talking about,” Seth groaned, but didn’t truly push Dom away.
Mark considered himself part of the conversation. “I’ve seen a very hot naked man just a few days ago, and I hope to see him again soon.” There was no conclusion or point to what he said. Pure bragging.
Domenico laughed loudly and looked over Seth’s shoulder at the loveliest frittata with tomatoes and mushrooms. He kissed the shoulder that smelled of simple soap and closed his eyes. “Must be exciting. A hot new boy. Who doesn’t like that?”
Seth snorted, focused on the cooking. “Dom, clearly. Stuck with the same old guy for almost a year.”
“I was his first, you know?” Mark continued. “I made sure it was really good for him, ‘cause my first time was pretty useless. And now he totally loves it.”
Domenico held Seth tighter and kissed his nape. “I hit the jackpot with my old man.”
“Dom, please stop being naked,” Seth said, but Dom could swear he wiggled his ass against him.
“How can I stop? It’s not an action,” chuckled Domenico, gently scratching the front of Seth’s stomach.
Mark wouldn’t stop trying to hoard attention. “And he makes these cute faces when he comes. He’s so pale, so his skin gets really red.”
Domenico looked at him with a slight frown. “Should you really kiss and tell?”
“I mean, we’re all guys here. And it’s not like you’ll ever meet him.” Mark shrugged with a wide grin. “Have any of you ever de-virginized anyone?”
Domenico tickled Seth’s stomach, and his ego immediately expanded. His mind flooded with the image of Seth’s face, contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure over the twisted bedding of their Berlin apartment. The need to have Seth again came back, and Domenico couldn’t help but discreetly cup Seth’s ass where Mark couldn’t see it.
“Yes.”
“It gives this amazing feeling, right? Like, he looks at you like you’re the god of sex if you do it right.” Mark wiggled his eyebrows.
Domenico smiled and quickly reached his hand to steady Seth’s when he struggled with the pan. Was he as distracted with memories as Domenico was? Dom wanted to ask him and tickle Seth’s ear with his tongue, but he didn’t want Mark to be there. “It is pretty amazing.”
“Do you ever top, Seth?” Mark’s question was so blunt Dom could hardly believe it for a second.
Seth glanced at Mark with a frown and turned off the gas. “What? And you don’t have to help me with the pan, I’m fine.” He seemed angry for no reason.
Domenico still held on to him, but when the warm pan came too close to his naked skin, he decided to let go. Behind Seth’s back, he showed Mark the cutthroat gesture. Christ, how could anyone be so stupid?
Seth put the pan on the side and turned around. “Go put on some clothes,” he hissed at Dom before looking to Mark. “And for the record—”
“Seth, our sex life is private,” said Dom, with his jaw locked almost completely. “You don’t have to tell him anything.”
“I was just asking…” Mark groaned.
“Fine.” Seth tensed up, looking like a bomb about to go off. “If you want to eat breakfast, go put on pants!”
Domenico rolled his eyes. “Why? I’m not gonna flip my dick over the plate.”
“Because the kid doesn’t need to be staring at your junk! Or is this not as private as our sex life?”
Domenico frowned. “It was you who went all private yesterday. What if I don’t care that much?”
Seth squinted at him. “Oh,
don’t you now?”
Domenico rolled his eyes. “It’s hot. I’m comfortable. It’s my junk, not yours.”
Seth nodded and put his plate with frittata on the table and pulled out a chair for Dom. “Here you go, honey.” He turned to Mark. “Since things are not private around here, yes, Mark. I do top.”
Domenico froze, and it seemed as if his heart slowed down, almost stopping to pump blood to his brain. He couldn’t look at Mark, and his eyes focused solely on Seth and the ugly scowl on his face, so condescending and full of disgust. That was not something Dom deserved after saving his life so many times.
“And I am the only one to ever fuck your tight, hot ass.”
Seth sneered at him. “Mark, take your food and get out of the house.”
For once, the boy didn’t have a stupid comment and did as he was told, dashing for the door as soon as he gathered his plate.
Domenico could hardly breathe, stiff in the joints as he watched Seth move. He couldn’t believe he’d tell Mark something this personal.
Seth crossed his arms on his chest. “We can’t have one normal morning, can we? Even on a day like this you can’t do one simple thing I ask you to?”
Domenico exhaled and stepped closer, clawing his fingers over the backrest of the chair. “You think you can just tell me what to do? After all I have done for you?”
“I wasn’t telling you. I asked. It wasn’t a hard request.”
Domenico hissed and pushed Seth’s chest, stepping right into his personal space. “Fuck. You. I repeat: you.”
Redness rose up Seth’s neck. “Yeah, ‘cause I’m the one who gets fucked by King Domenico the First.”
Heat spread all the way to Domenico’s head, and he rapidly spun Seth around and propped him on the table. With one hand on Seth’s nape, the other on his hip, Domenico bit into his flesh through the fresh cotton shirt. “You can talk like that to your boyfriend. Not to me,” hissed Domenico, following the first thought that came to his mind. The German accent seamlessly replaced his own as he moved his hand to squeeze Seth’s ass.
It was a gamble, and Dom half expected having to block an elbow flying his way, but Seth stilled under him, swallowing loudly. Seth’s nape was hot as hellfire, and he slightly parted his legs. Un-fucking-believable.
“Good boy,” said Domenico breathlessly, suddenly overwhelmed by having that amazing body all to himself. “I’m back for you. And I’m gonna fuck your ass hard. I’m gonna come in you and leave that cum for your boyfriend to discover later,” he muttered, jerking up the back of Seth’s shirt and lapping at the fresh skin.
“Oh, fuck,” Seth whimpered and put his forehead against the table. Dom was amazed at just how many times he had tried to reason with Seth, only to get nowhere, or worse, in the case of the last months, only to get the cold shoulder in bed. Yet the moment he lost the will to be the nice guy, Seth actually stopped arguing with him. Not only that, he was ready to surrender his body to a hard fuck just moments after they had started arguing.
Seth put his palms flat on the table. “I can’t have him know…” he whispered, already panting. Dom could only imagine all the filth going through Seth’s head right now, but he wasn’t sure he cared as long as this new discovery continued to work in his favor. He didn’t mind having a horny Seth on his hands one bit.
He pulled the shirt all the way off Seth’s body and grabbed the flesh at his sides, holding him in place as he nipped all over his back, tasting and yanking at the skin as his cock quickly came to life. “No? What if he finds out? He wouldn’t want you anymore, and you’d be all mine.”
“He wouldn’t. You have to come outside. I only bareback with him…” Seth’s voice was low and heavy with lust. It was as if he was setting up the rules just to see Dom break them. So typical.
“All right,” said Dom, even though he didn’t intend on keeping that fake promise even as he searched to Seth’s front and pinched the scar tissue on his pec. He moved his hips against Seth’s ass, moaning when his growing cock fit into the valley between Seth’s round buttocks so well. “Not wearing underwear? Were you expecting me?” Dom asked.
Seth arched his back, making his spine more pronounced, and he whimpered at the touch to the scars. It looked like Dom would finally get to touch them without listening to a litany of complaints. “No, I just—Fuck, your dick is so hard.”
“It is. And you know how long it’s gonna take me to get it into your ass?” asked Domenico, yanking Seth’s pants down, uncovering the beautiful tan globes. He wanted to continue, but the temptation was too strong, and he ended up on his knees, eating the warmth between the cheeks.
Seth moaned and curled his hands into fists as he stood on his toes, arching those strong calves and thighs. “Fast, it’s gonna be fast.”
Domenico hummed in delight, spreading his cheeks wide open, and gently swirled his tongue all around the entrance, teasing the little folds of skin, so warm and inviting. Seth was completely open to him now, and he’d probably say yes to anything Dom came up with. “Yes... I need to breed you before your boyfriend comes back.”
“You’re such an asshole. Told you not to,” Seth hissed and only spread his thighs more. Dom loved how pliant Seth could be in sex, yet strong enough to take everything Dom had in store for him. He’d be dripping by the time Dom was done.
“I’m not gonna do what you tell me to. Next time I see you, I’m gonna grab you and fuck you right there, wherever we are,” whispered Domenico against the tiny hairs that tickled his face. He nudged Seth’s anus with the tip of his tongue, over and over. He had no idea how long it took him to get to the point when he was alternating at fucking Seth with his tongue and fingers, but at this stage, neither of them cared.
Seth moaned and writhed on the table, losing his inhibitions to his own lust, just the way Dom loved to see him.
“You can’t,” Seth murmured into the table, and Dom could swear there was a hint of a smile to his words.
Domenico spat at Seth’s hole and got to his feet, pushing him flat on the table, but he would not just take him from the back this time. He needed to see that lovely face go red and contort with pleasure as Domenico hit Seth’s prostate over and over again. Seth squealed in surprise when Dom grabbed him under the knees and pulled them up, consequently turning Seth’s chest up as well. He was just as proficient at this move as Seth was at turning pancakes.
Fortunately, the table was old but sturdy, so it held Seth well as Dom looked at his wide pupils and red face. Dom was Seth’s drug, and Seth was waiting for his high. His plump lips were parted, letting out breath after shallow breath. Dom loved making Seth so irrational.
Domenico reached to the kitchen counter to grab oil and spilled a generous amount on his hand. Shoving his fingers up Seth’s tight ass, he watched light flicker in those big brown eyes. “I’m not gonna have any mercy on you, you fucking cheater.” Adrenaline spiked in his veins, even though they were just acting. The kick of arousal came both from the fantasy of stealing another man’s property and the carnal look on Seth’s face. Domenico didn’t mind being Seth’s weakness.
Seth moaned and half-closed his eyes, sucking in his bottom lip. “I only did it once.” He ran his hand up Dom’s forearm and kicked his own jeans to the ground.
Domenico grinned at him and pulled out his fingers. Three strokes of his hand up and down the length of his painfully erect cock, and he was pushing into the softest, sweetest ass he’d ever fucked. A gasp left his lips as his eyes locked with Seth’s during the long push inside. Once completely embedded in the vise-like tightness of Seth’s body, Domenico pulled on the skin of Seth’s pec, twisting it gently. “Twice.”
The weight of Seth’s legs on his arms was pure pleasure. Dom had always liked big guys, as it gave him an immense sense of power to be topping someone like Seth, making him squirm and go wild for Dom’s dick.
Seth gripped Dom’s arms, his face a thing of beauty with his brows gathered, lips parting with a moan every time Dom stir
red his hips. Watching the effect he had on Seth never failed to turn Domenico on.
“But it won’t happen again,” Seth moaned, locking his eyes with Dom’s. Fucking tease. Always setting a challenge.
“No?” rasped Dom, slamming into Seth’s hole at full force. He loved the melody their bodies created together as they moved in unison, covered in sweat. He could do this forever. Once he died, this moment could be his heaven. “I’m not gonna ask. I’m gonna take your tight virgin ass whenever I want, you understand me?” he uttered, grabbing Seth by the jaw. He didn’t even think much of the word ‘virgin’ slipping off his tongue, but it made his dick twitch to think that he was the first to ever make Seth give up his ass and squirm for cock. Maybe they could role-play that one day.
The whimper his words elicited told Dom all he needed to know about Seth’s hidden desires, just like the way Seth’s ass squeezed around him did. “Yes, don’t ask.” Seth panted and reached down to his own cock, not shying away from Dom’s grip. “He never fucks me like this,” he moaned, just spurring Dom on. Of course, they fucked like this. Hard, rough, sweaty. From the very first time, Dom didn’t spare Seth, and Seth lapped it up like a hungry pup who was finally getting what he needed.
Domenico smiled, watching Seth’s big hand moving over the thick, slightly curved cock. The tip was already wet from the milking Dom was providing with every thrust, but watching it disappear and emerge from underneath the hood of foreskin had Domenico salivating. He grabbed Seth’s hips hard and started a deep, punishing rhythm, galloping toward orgasm. “You’re mine now, Seth. Completely mine.”
“Oh, God! Yes, like that!” Seth moaned, jerking off like a horny teenager. He reached out to slide his other hand over Dom’s abs. “You can cream me if you want. I don’t care. I love your dick so much.” He squeezed his eyes shut, completely spacing out. And all because Domenico knew exactly how to fuck the horny bastard.
“Come first,” hissed Domenico, kneading the flesh of Seth’s thighs as he bit Seth’s thick, hairy calf.
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