“You got me a book,” he said. He read maybe one a year, maybe as many as three if he was really bored. It was impossible to hide the unimpressed tone of his voice.
“Just open it,” said Kiko, then, “No, wait. I want you to open it naked.”
“I watch my porn,” said Dom, but Kiko was moving behind him, wrapping his arms around Dom to undress him from behind. Dom didn’t have any objection to that, so he let it happen, waiting until he felt a naked Kiko pressing himself half-hard against Dom’s bare ass.
“Go on,” said Kiko. Dom opened it slowly, peeling back the tape the way Kiko would, and slid the book out, releasing the paper to the floor the moment he saw what he was holding.
“It’s…”
“I did a boudoir shoot,” said Kiko over his shoulder. “I had the honor of being the first man who ever asked for one, but I think they did a good job. Have a look.”
Dom flipped through the hardcover to find glossy professional images of Kiko, done up in a suit in what looked like a noir office, undoing his tie with a leg up on a chair, and in various other states of dress or undress. There were a few different settings, too, from the office to something vaguely steampunk to a pillow-laden bed. Dom could see why someone might laugh at this, but it was actually something he very much liked. Kiko was a fine-looking man and the photographer had definitely captured that.
“What do you think?” asked Kiko, hovering over his shoulder. Dom turned and kissed him.
“I think I like books more than I thought I did.”
* * * *
“Maybe someday we’ll film ourselves, too,” said Kiko as Dom extracted himself to set the book down on his nightstand. He was pleased Dom liked it.
“Let’s not get carried away yet,” said Dom, moving to close the bedroom door even though there was no one in the house besides them. “We haven’t even been together a year.”
“I don’t care,” said Kiko. He trusted Dom more than he had ever trusted anyone. The scar on Dom’s arm reminded Kiko of it every time he looked at him, reminder that Dom had been willing to risk his life for Kiko. Reminder of the day they admitted they loved each other.
Kiko crossed to Dom and ran a finger along the scar, not moving as Dom leaned in to kiss his neck. They’d been through a lot together in less than a year. Kiko could trust him.
“I really wish you’d hold it against me that I didn’t get you anything else,” said Dom against Kiko’s neck. Kiko smiled at the implication and rubbed his growing erection against Dom’s thigh.
“I really should,” he said. “But I think I’ll make you pay another way.”
“Oh?”
“You owe me,” said Kiko, closing his eyes as Dom nibbled at his earlobe, sending tingles through his skin. “There are positions I haven’t done in a long time, and I want them with you.”
He felt Dom’s motions slow as he ran through his mind what they’d done and just what could possibly be left. When Dom hesitated, he grinned and turned his face to Dom’s, meeting his eyes.
“You don’t mean…”
“Your gift to me,” said Kiko. “I want to feel you inside me.” Saying it aloud gave Kiko a bit of a rush. He’d always been the one to enter Dom, though they both were fairly equally giving when it came to other categories of sexual fun. But Kiko liked other things, too, and now more than ever he wanted to feel close to Dom in a different way.
Dom hesitated, pulled back.
“Kiko, I haven’t…”
“I know. And don’t let me force you.”
Dom grinned at that.
“Oh, don’t worry. I want very much to please you.”
“You were so aggressive back during Halloween,” said Kiko, pulling back, wanting to see whether Dom would come after him, and what he would do when he did. “It did get my heart rate up.”
“I can be aggressive,” said Dom, stepping forward. Kiko’s pulse leapt at the deliciously nasty grin that sprang to Dom’s face. “And I can prove it.”
“Please,” said Kiko. Dom surged forward, caught hold of him, and grabbed the back of his head. His mouth found Kiko’s and he kissed, hard, a demanding kiss. It wasn’t something Kiko hadn’t had before, but it was wonderful. Kiko kissed back, allowed Dom to lead.
Dom pushed him up against the door first, pinning him and pulling Kiko’s hand to Dom’s straining cock. With his hand over Kiko’s he made him stroke, the other hand in Kiko’s hair, tilting his head the way he wanted it. Kiko kissed back, let Dom lead his hand, ached.
He hoped Dom wouldn’t stop to worry. He wanted this to go as smoothly as possible, and considering Kiko had been longing for this for a while now, he also hoped he wouldn’t go off too fast. Dom said he’d never topped anyone before; Kiko had never taken anyone’s topping virginity before and it excited him in ways he hadn’t thought possible. To give Dom a new experience, to be the first person he’d ever indulged in this with—
Abruptly Dom yanked Kiko’s hand away and turned him, hands grabbing Kiko’s ass, leading him toward the bed. Dom’s tongue was in him and Kiko wanted more. He’d already decided to say no to any offered condom; he wanted everything Dom had to give, and he wanted it now. He’d deal with the results later.
Dom pushed Kiko against the bed and he fell backward, Dom climbing over him.
“Still don’t want to back out?” asked Dom, running his hands over Kiko’s sides, down to his thighs. “I have a very impressive cock.”
“It’s your present to me; it would be rude to refuse any of it,” said Kiko, breath catching as Dom stroked his cock against Kiko’s inner thigh. Dom grabbed Kiko’s balls and tugged. Kiko groaned and tilted his head against the bed. He desperately wanted Dom inside him right now but resisted rushing him. It was his first time. It was his first time…
Dom pushed Kiko’s legs back and tugged his balls up, leaned in with mouth and tongue. Kiko gasped as Dom ate his ass, grabbed the sheets around him and dug in rather than give in to the temptation to take hold of himself and go off too early.
“Mmm,” said Dom. “Bet you’re tight.”
Kiko couldn’t take it. He had to interfere.
“Just fuck me already,” he growled. Dom pulled back as Kiko gasped, eyes squeezed shut, biting his lip. He felt Dom’s finger trace a random pattern on the inside of his thigh, the sensation intense with how aware his body was at every little touch. Dom leaned up and just kissed the head of Kiko’s cock.
“I’m not supposed to let you force me,” said Dom.
“Dom…”
“No, I’m taking my time,” said Dom, and dropped back down to Kiko’s ass to drive him insane.
* * * *
Dom liked looking up and seeing the sweat beading over Kiko’s skin as he writhed and resisted. When Dom pulled back and took hold of Kiko’s cock he heard Kiko’s breath catch. He pulled it away from Kiko’s abdomen, a string of pre-come stretching between Kiko’s skin and head, and then popped Kiko’s cock in his mouth.
“Fuck,” hissed Kiko, yanking so hard on the sheets they popped off the corner of the bed. Dom watched him grind his teeth and released him. He didn’t want Kiko to go off yet. Not yet.
His pulse leapt as he went digging through the nightstand for the lube. Dom had no idea that this would truly turn him on so much; from the day he’d started being active, he could only see himself on the receiving end of anything. He liked it, too, the sensation of being full, the feel of someone using him until they couldn’t hold back. But being the person on the other end of that?
And with Kiko, he wanted to. He wanted to experience the tightness of his ass, pound him and see the expression on his face, watch him come with Dom’s cock up inside him. He wanted to do it because he loved doing Kiko. And anything that meant that was an immediate turn-on.
He slicked himself up with the lube and then pushed his slippery thumb against Kiko’s opening. The muscles there tightened at his touch before relaxing. He remembered courtesy and began to massage a little lube up inside Kiko, watchi
ng his face as he worked. Kiko ground back on his fingers. Dom fit two inside, then three, then knew Kiko was ready. He had his cock right up against Kiko before pausing.
“Oh—you want a condom?” he asked, thinking he should have asked earlier. He didn’t know how Kiko felt about the mess.
“No!” snapped Kiko like Dom was being inconsiderate by stopping to ask.
Dom circled Kiko’s opening with his cock once, twice, then eased himself in. One moment of pushing gave way to sliding smoothly inside and Kiko exhaled loudly; when Dom looked up he was touching himself, gently toying with his own cock.
Repositioning, Dom gave himself a moment to indulge in the feeling of being enveloped in Kiko. His own ass gave a sympathetic clench and his mind wandered toward some other time in the future doing this with a plug up his own ass. But for now Kiko needed to feel him enjoying himself inside such a tight ass. Dom pulled back, almost too far at first, then pushed back in. He found his rhythm almost immediately, pushing Kiko’s legs back to an easier position, grabbing Kiko’s hips and pulling him onto himself as he thrust.
Kiko let out little moans as Dom moved. His eyes followed first the motion of Kiko’s hand as he stroked himself, then the expression of enjoyment on Kiko’s face, that twisted not-quite-pain sort of look that meant barely bearable pleasure. Dom liked it. He liked seeing Kiko’s face, and he liked feeling Kiko around him.
He liked it so much that he was now struggling to hold himself back, to draw it out a little longer.
“Kiko,” he managed, then couldn’t stop the cascade of pleasure. He thrust himself in as deep as he could go and released, doing his best to keep watch on Kiko as he did. It wasn’t long after that for Kiko, his face twisting up even as Dom was still coming, his own release spurting through his fingers and across his stomach. Dom felt Kiko clenching tightly around him, constricting him, milking him, and gasped, and then it was over, and he was panting, and Kiko’s hand had come to rest on his belly.
“Nice,” said Kiko.
“Damn,” muttered Dom, pulling out, breath heavy still. “It’s way up there.”
“Not bad for your first time.”
Dom smacked Kiko’s lube-smeared ass and was rewarded with a happy chuckle. That had been an interesting and pleasurable experience. And now he was very interested in finding the perfect butt plug, maybe for himself, maybe for Kiko while Dom was bottom. This had opened up a whole new box of possibilities.
“I hope you understand this is only a special occasions type of thing,” said Dom, standing and offering Kiko a hand. “I’m more suited to the other role.”
“I’ll have the calendar marked, then,” said Kiko, shooting Dom a grin and leading the way into the bathroom. “Every anniversary of ours I can think of, plus my birthday, every day I’m off work—”
“You’re never off work.”
“I’m off work today,” said Kiko. They got in the shower together but washed themselves. The hot water felt good after the sex. Dom thought he could climb back in bed after this and sleep away the rest of the day. Maybe wake up and have more sex later.
“How much more time do we have before Gaby’s back?” asked Dom. Kiko turned to him, grinning.
“Why? Do you want a repeat in half an hour?”
“Well, if you’re offering…” Dom couldn’t think of any better way to waste a few hours than in bed with Kiko. “I’d like to place an order for page seventeen in that book you gave me.”
“It’s not a menu,” said Kiko.
Dom put a hand on Kiko’s soapy ass and squeezed.
“No, but it does give me some ideas. And I’d love to see what you were thinking of doing in that pose.”
“You might regret it,” said Kiko. “But then, it is the season to be generous. I just hope your ass is up for a workout…”
* * * *
Chapter 22
Gaby left on Saturday when Kiko and Dom drove into Yolks on You. Kiko felt that strange mix of relief that the work of the holidays was over along with the pang that his family were driving away again and he probably wouldn’t see them for most of the upcoming year. Dom, too, looked relieved to some extent, probably because there would be fewer chores to do now.
“I think I’ll miss them,” said Dom as they took the turn into Mount Angus. “Your family’s all right.”
Kiko bit back the immediate response to tell Dom they were his family, too, because they weren’t, and Kiko didn’t dare to think they weren’t yet. Off and on they’d been reminding each other just how fast they were moving, considering how little luck they had both had before with relationships, and Kiko didn’t want to break that trend. Yet. He smiled to himself.
“Thanks,” he said instead. “Sorry about your brother.”
“I’m sorry,” said Dom. “You had to deal with him.”
“It’s not as though he was particularly kind to you, either,” said Kiko, parking. They got out and Kiko circled the building. Yolks on You looked undisturbed, which was a relief. He unlocked the place, flicked on the lights, and got out the snow shovels.
“Can’t Chad do this?” asked Dom when he handed him a shovel, but together the work passed quickly and they went back inside.
“I keep thinking I need a coffeepot in here,” said Kiko as Dom yawned. “For the employees at least. Well, for me. Katie drinks green tea and Chad prefers sports drinks.”
“That’s going to be a stipulation for hiring me,” said Dom. “I refuse to work without coffee.”
Kiko didn’t reply. He didn’t want to truly consider this. He needed time to think. Thankfully, Dom dropped it, and soon enough Katie and Chad appeared, Chad looking even more tired than usual.
“How was your break, Katie?” asked Kiko as they rearranged the books on display, discounting a few of the holiday ones Kiko didn’t want to keep in stock any longer and swapping some of the others out.
“Oh, it was the usual chaos. The ex got the kids a puppy and insisted she go with them for home swapping. Trust me, never buy a pet for anyone else. Is the puppy house-trained? No. No, she is not. The tree got knocked over, too.” Katie paused, smiled. “But the kids love her, and she is pretty cute.”
“I’m sure she’ll grow on you.”
“Your turn,” said Katie. “Spill. Were your days off completely ruined by family? You and Dom still together?”
“It’ll take more than a sour brother to break us up,” said Kiko. “And don’t worry, we got some quality time in.”
“Uh, the boss is over by, like, the books,” Chad was saying from where Kiko had asked him to take down the breakfast and birds tree. Kiko had been hoping to consolidate some of his holiday stock. He looked up and saw Buddy dragging slush through the store, holding a decently large something under a thick, white cloth. Dom suddenly appeared at Kiko’s side, his expression indicating both surprise and understanding. Whatever it was Buddy had under the cloth, Dom had figured it out.
“Good morning,” said Kiko. “What can I help you with, Buddy?”
“Heard you figured out your number four,” said Buddy. Kiko nodded.
“It probably saved my life, too. Thank Buddy Angus for me.” He personally believed it all to be coincidence—albeit happy coincidence—but he wasn’t about to ruin it for Buddy.
“Already done. The goose had another message, too. Well, more a desire. He wanted you to have this.”
Buddy stuck the thing he was holding out toward Kiko, who hesitated. Dom was brushing against his arm now, lending support Kiko was uncertain he needed. He took hold of the cloth and pulled. It was heavier than expected, but slid off easily.
Kiko recognized Owen’s work immediately, but all he could do was stare at first. It was Mother. The goose stood on a polished wood stand, posture proud, glass eyes unblinking, every feather perfect. Kiko was suddenly very grateful for Dom standing beside him and leaned into him.
“And don’t worry about the money, I paid for it,” said Buddy.
“Thanks,” said Kiko, knowing it wou
ld be impolite to do otherwise. He pulled himself together and took Mother from Buddy. He hadn’t been prepared to see the goose again, but holding him now felt right. “And thanks for dropping the beer by. We really enjoyed it—Dom and I will be back for more sometime this week.”
“Better get going,” said Buddy. “Buddy Bison doesn’t like late meals.”
He left Kiko standing with Mother in his hands. The goose had come home, back to Yolks on You. Dom took Mother from him once the door shut and Buddy was gone.
“Are you okay?” he asked. Kiko nodded. “I didn’t think he’d do that.”
“You knew?” asked Kiko.
“He asked where…the body was,” said Dom. “I thought he wanted a feather for the séance or something.”
Kiko sighed and took Mother back. The shock was wearing off and he was beginning to appreciate the gesture. He took Mother over to his pen and set him inside, put a little winter hat on his head.
“I’ll still be able to dress him up,” he said, then smiled at Dom. “So I guess you can give me the rest of your presents now anyway.”
* * * *
Dom understood why Kiko had so few employees. Though business seemed to be fairly good for after a holiday, having four people around only meant there was a lot of down time. Not that Dom personally minded. He wasn’t getting paid and didn’t particularly care to work all that hard, and more than that: he could pester Chad.
Kiko had assigned them to redecorate the store while he and Katie handled story time and the bulk of the customers. Dom spent the time packing the extra trees back up in the boxes, trying to worm information out of Chad about Roy, and watching Chad get even more uncomfortable about everything.
“Those bars were pretty good,” said Dom. “You sure Roy didn’t make them?”
“Nah, that was all me,” said Chad. “And don’t talk about him so loud, for real. Someone might hear.”
“I take it he went home by now, or you wouldn’t be here. He stay the night on Christmas?”
Redness crept up Chad’s neck and Dom felt secretly delighted. He glanced around for Kiko, finding him a safe distance away, holding up Mother for the children to see. Dom chuckled.
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