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“I just don’t get how he can be so oblivious!” Dominic yelled, exasperated.
“I don’t know why you’re making such a big deal of this!” Elias whined, throwing a couch cushion at Dominic as he paced around the common room.
Dominic turned and glared at him, clearly affronted.
“It’s hardly my fault he’s so stupid and sexy! Now come on, help me come up with a way to seduce him.”
Elias began to throw a tantrum.
“Fine,” Dominic sighed, turning around and making his way to the door. “I’ll do it all myself. Have fun with Monika, and remember to use protection.” Dominic giggled as he shut the door behind himself just in time to avoid Elias’ onslaught of projectiles.
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In the kitchen, Dominic began his duties as part of the holiday celebrations at Hereford.
The next time he went to a bakery, he would tip them at least 200%.
This shit is hard.
Maybe it would be going better if he wasn’t working right next to the object of his affections.
Either way, it’s hard to make exact measurements of dough per cookie while trying not to get caught staring at the doughiest slices of cake he’d ever seen.
Come on, Dominic, he thought to himself, this is your chance! You’re alone with him, you haven’t done anything to piss him off lately, just do it! Flirt!
This raw and utter determination was manifested as Dominic “accidentally” squirting half of a frosting bag all over himself. He played the role perfectly, if he did say so himself. Humming a little and scooping up a handful of the sugary treat, he made a show of licking his hand clean, complete with near-pornographic sound effects. Once he was done, he chanced a look over at Gustave, who was staring at him, face red and jaw slack. Smirking, Dominic scooped up another handful from himself and regarded it critically.
“You know, Gus. I think this frosting would taste a hundred times better on you.”
And with that, before Gus could even think to respond, Dominic’s frosting-covered hand was at his lips. He looked up into Dom’s eyes, and Dominic chuckled a little.
“Why don’t you be a good boy for me and clean my hand so that I can get these pants off of you and fuck that cute ass of yours.” Then, expression changing, Dominic added, “Unless you don’t want this…?”
Gustave shook his head so hard Dom thought he would give himself whiplash.
“I’m gonna need words, darling boy.”
Gustave gasped and his flush grew even darker.
“I… I want you to fuck my-” He squeezed his eyes shut, “My cute ass.”
The groan Dominic let out could be considered sensual, but what made a much more sexy impact was the image of Gus taking all of Dom’s fingers into his mouth, sucking on them and laving his tongue all over them. Once they were sufficiently clean, Dom made quick work of removing Gustave’s sweater, tossing it haphazardly aside in favor of ripping off his corduroy pants and house slippers.
“So…” said Dominic, rubbing a hand over the bulge in Gus’s boxers. “Would you like me to show you how good this frosting can taste when it’s on the proper base?” Without waiting for an answer, he lifted Gus onto the kitchen island and smirked as legs were wrapped around his waist. “Ah ah ah, not so fast. Can’t get all entangled until we get this final layer off of you.” Gently, he unwrapped Gus’s legs and tugged off his boxers. He returned to his original position between Gustave’s legs, and leaned down to kiss him senseless while he blindly reached for the remaining frosting.
Gustave’s hands were clenched in the shoulders of Dom’s shirt, as if the poor thing was worried he would leave him here like this. Dom had fantasies about leaving Gus tied up somewhere without any relief, but not right now. Now, he wanted to taste, and indulge, and worship. And nothing would stand in his way.
Dom poured out the frosting along Gustave’s torso, letting the last of it pool in the V of his hips. Then, setting the bag aside, he unzipped his pants and pulled them down enough to have access to his cock. Rubbing himself a bit to relieve some pressure, he went back to the task at hand and made his way down Gus’s chest, licking every square inch of the space available to him. He paused to give extra attention to Gustave’s nipples, relishing the way he writhed underneath him, desperately rocking his hips up into Dom’s unrelenting weight. He moved on with a final flick of the nubs, smirking a little at the pathetic sound his actions earned him.
Finally, he gave in to Gustave’s begging and pleading, and scooped up a bit of the pool of frosting to slick up his cock as he moved down to Gus’s hole. He pushed his tongue inside, licking all over with as much gusto as he had for anything. Once he deemed them both ready, he gave himself one more swipe of frosting lubricant, taking a moment to scold himself for being so unprepared, before he lined himself up and started to push his way in.
If there was any remaining tension or trepidation in Gus’s body, it seemed to melt out of him as he threw his head back and wailed once Dom was fully sheathed inside him. He rocked his hips in little, needy bursts, and used what little strength he had left to drag Dom down on top of him and start sucking at his neck, seemingly hell bent on leaving some bruises. Dom growled and started to pull out, slamming back in before Gus could whine at the loss.
He presumably hit his prostate head-on, as Gus shuddered and flailed before pulling back from their kiss and demanding that Dom do that again. Dominic obliged, and soon after time became sort of a blur for the two of them. Everything narrowed down to them, the space (or lack thereof) between them, and the whispered promises and pleas they shared.
Finally, Dom reached a hand down between them and started to stroke Gustave’s cock. After just three strokes and Dom leaning down to leave a mark of his own on Gus’s neck, Gustave threw his head back and cried out Dom’s name, spilling around Dom’s hand and clenching himself around him, causing Dom to come inside that tight, lush heat.
As they lay there panting, still recovering from the aftershocks of their release, Dom brought his hand back up and licked some of Gus’s come off of it. Seeing this erotic display, Gus’s cock gave one last desperate twitch, before he groaned and shoved at Dom, murmuring something about being an evil sex demon. Dom just laughed, carefully pulling out and feeling around for a rag to clean themselves up with. Once they were sufficiently non-sticky, they got dressed, and looked at the mess around them.
Dom felt Gus lean in on his shoulder, cheek resting against his collarbone.
“You can’t fall asleep yet, what will we do about all this?!” Dom asked, shaking Gus gently.
Gus only groaned. “Julien owes me a favor. Just make sure he doesn’t see anything inappropriate…” Came the sleepy reply, quickly followed up by soft snoring.
Dom smiled happily down at the adorable face of the Frenchman currently cuddled against him. Giving the kitchen a cursory glance to ensure no compromising evidence remained, and, seeing nothing that could be traced back to their activities, he picked up Gus and threw him over his shoulder, making his way back to his quarters, where he could pamper his boy as much as he pleased.