He is poison, p.21
He is Poison, page 21
“Like… now?” It came out raspy, but Seth didn’t care and already inched toward Dom on all fours.
Domenico looked up. He was just lying there as if nothing happened, with his legs slightly parted. “Will that help your guilt?”
“Nothing will help my guilt.” Seth bit his lip, watching Dom and slowly covering him with his body. With the adrenaline still rushing in his veins, all he wanted was to fuck Dom raw, here in the grass.
“Then suck,” said Domenico, with a challenge in his eyes.
“How about I help you relieve tension otherwise?” Seth whispered into Dom’s ear. He put his weight on top of Dom. The sole fact that he was between Dom’s thighs had his dick throbbing for action.
Domenico’s eyes narrowed. “Fuck off, unless what you want is to ride my cock.”
Seth huffed, grinding his hips into Dom’s. His face felt hot at the mere suggestion of such a position. “No, I don’t do that.” Seth slid his hands along the body underneath him. Dom's muscles were so tense and hard. It made Seth’s blood pulse with adrenaline so intensely that even his gums throbbed.
“I don’t do bottoming,” Domenico told him, as if he were talking to a child.
“Why not?” Seth sighed and slowly rose to his knees to unbuckle Dom’s belt.
“Because I don’t. I don’t want to anymore.” Domenico sighed, moving his hips to meet Seth’s hands.
Seth let out a guttural groan full of annoyance. “Why do I have to then? It hurts.” The last part came out quieter than he intended. Discussing this had him embarrassed at all sorts of levels. He did unzip Dom’s fly though.
Something twitched on Domenico’s face, and he raised his hand, tracing the side of Seth’s neck. “That bad?”
Seth stalled with his answer, but there was no way around it other than honesty, and he hated it. “Well… I only did it a few times. You hardly used lube at the beginning of the first time and you didn’t go particularly soft on me. I’m not dying.” He rolled his eyes. “But it hurts.” Getting punched in the stomach hurt a lot more, but it wasn’t even half as embarrassing. Looking into Dom’s eyes was too much effort when he had to confess such stuff, so he focused on pulling down Dom’s pants instead.
“Ah, I thought you wanted to compliment the size of my dick.” Domenico laughed, and with the way his hands petted Seth’s forearms, it was hard to get mad at him.
“Asshole. I can take your dick—I mean…” Seth closed his eyes, frustrated to no end. That wasn’t what he meant. “I mean, it’s probably… I don’t know.”
“Let’s just wait for a few days then.”
Seth let himself be pulled toward that warm, cigarette-infused mouth. The pressure of Dom's tongue was good enough to make him part his thighs. Seth sighed with relief almost as big as when the gun was removed from his forehead, and he melted into the kiss eagerly, opening his mouth in invitation.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to at all, he’d be lying to himself if he claimed he never wanted to do it again. He’d want to explore it. Maybe. In the right circumstances. But his ass would never stop being sore if they went at it every day.
He slowly pulled down Dom’s jeans and underwear enough to feel his dick pop up. The wide grin on the man’s face melted all of Seth's uncertainty. “Treat yourself. Never had a Sicilian cock before, huh?”
Seth looked down to avoid Dom’s eyes but couldn’t help a little smirk at the sight as well. That was true. He’d never had an Italian, not to mention a Sicilian. To be completely honest, he was usually the suckee, not the sucker. But with this he could deal. Even in daylight.
He kissed the side of Dom’s jaw, before sliding lower, to that stiff dick. Dom’s skin smelled so good he wanted to bury his face in it and stay like that. Its warm, earthy aroma never failed to get him excited, and that thick, olive-skinned cock was already making his mouth water.
“You hadn’t. You were drunk before, but now you can taste it like you should.”
Seth bowed down to lick the whole length and pulled up Dom’s T-shirt just so he could have a good view of that lean stomach. If Dom were ham, he’d be prosciutto crudo. “I never had God-knows-how-many partners.” Seth groaned as he got to the tip with his tongue.
“Good, I’m not into sluts.” Domenico’s hand was heavy on the back of his head, but it progressed to grab the longer hair at the top and gently twist it around his fingers.
“You were the one saying I’m a slut,” Seth whispered into his cock, before sucking on the tip and arching his back upward.
Domenico tasted so fresh and masculine that Seth wanted to swallow more of him. Dom’s laugh shook the cock in Seth’s mouth. “I’m going to reform you.”
Seth smiled around the flesh and dared to look up into Dom’s eyes. He liked the relaxed Domenico just as much as the frowning one. And when their eyes met, the white grin became even wider, making the amber eyes glimmer.
“For such a dumbass, you’re insanely hot. Especially like that, with your lips around my cock.”
Seth wouldn’t lie, he loved praise. It also made him feel better that even after what had happened, Dom thought he had redeeming qualities. Never breaking eye contact, he took more cock into his mouth, reveling in how it pulsed with life, but Domenico wouldn’t let him stop. Pulling on his hair, Dom was slowly spearing Seth on his dick while watching him with half-lidded eyes.
Seth gagged slightly, but having his hair pulled was too good to resist. He never liked mellow blow jobs. Dom’s smell, fresh but with a bit of sweat, made him quickly reach down to his own pants. He couldn’t stop panting as he tried to let the dick in farther.
“Ah, leave your hands where I can see them,” rasped Domenico, whose hips curled against Seth, pushing even more cock in.
Seth moaned in protest but put his hands on Dom’s stomach. He could work with that. All that muscle under delicious skin. He did gag again, but it didn’t discourage him from adding more suction.
“I see I’ll need to train your throat,” whispered Domenico, making gentle thrusts toward Seth’s face, his trimmed pubes yet having to reach Seth’s nose. Dom’s eyes were like twin torches, which burned holes in Seth’s chest.
Seth whined in embarrassment, but couldn’t back off with Dom’s fingers holding him firmly in place. His breath quickened, and he panted through his nose, as he explored Dom’s stomach with his fingers. It had a nice amount of small dark hairs, without being bushy. Here and there, the skin had small scars, darker and lighter, bigger and smaller, creating a story Seth was curious to hear. For now though, he was content with giving Domenico all the pleasure he could to make up for his earlier behavior. The cock, so warm, thick, and veiny, was moving in shallow thrusts, poking at the entrance of Seth’s throat, and with both of Domenico’s hands in his hair, there was nowhere to run.
He looked away, so Dom wouldn’t see his eyes watering, and arched his head, but the cock kept making him gag. He felt like an idiot. An idiot with a hard-on, but idiot nevertheless. He moved his palms to Dom’s pecs and over his nipples, a shiver going through his body, all the way down to his balls at how defenseless it was making him feel.
“I can teach you how to deepthroat properly. How does that sound?” rasped Domenico.
Seth tried to back off the fleshy hotness, but Dom only gave him a bit of slack, pushing back when Seth was close to the cockhead again. He had to admit he liked the force. It felt like the guy knew what he wanted from a blow job, and that was so arousing he moaned around the cock.
“Get to your knees,” whispered Domenico with his cock buried halfway down Seth’s mouth.
Seth followed the order, aroused even by how controlled Dom’s voice was. He slid his hands to Dom’s hips, groping the angular flesh. There wasn’t an ounce of extra fat on that gorgeous body. He didn’t resist when Dom pulled him by the hair, pushing through Seth’s resistance and into his throat.
Seth closed his eyes, focused on letting Dom use his mouth any way he wanted. His nostrils kept flaring, and when he got to Dom’s pubes with his nose, he was in testosterone-filled heaven. He grabbed on to Dom’s hips harder, wanting to have all of him, touch every last inch of his skin.
“Good, you’re doing good.” Domenico’s thighs and stomach were trembling, and so was his voice as he pressed Seth’s face against his crotch, petting his head gently.
Satisfying Dom felt like doing your duty to the world. He wanted to see Dom come and lie panting, all spent and sweaty thanks to him. Seth slowly slid his hands down the sides of Dom’s hips and to his buttocks. When Domenico pulled him off his cock, it set Seth’s throat on fire, like it was covered in sulfur. He gasped for air, looking up with a half-lidded gaze.
“Breathe.”
“I’m fine,” Seth complained, surprised by how raspy his voice turned out, and he bowed to kiss the glistening cockhead. He let it slide on his lips as if he were licking the tip of an ice cream.
Domenico chuckled and grasped his dick, positioning it for entry, telling Seth to open up. Now that Seth knew what feeling to anticipate, he let Dom slide right in, as he groped Dom’s ass, all flushed with pleasure. Each time that pulsing prick entered his throat, it felt like the cavity inside his neck was being filled over capacity, but it was just so delicious, primal, domineering. Even the taste of pre-come didn't bother him, as it foreshadowed Dom’s impending orgasm.
He groaned, curling his toes and completely ignoring the wetness around his eyes that was bound to come with a bit of gagging. His heart was pounding as he squeezed Dom’s well-muscled ass. Seth’s dick was throbbing at the idea of topping the guy. With all the reaction he was getting from Dom, he could bet he’d be tight and snug.
He didn’t know how long Domenico was fucking his mouth, keeping him in place like he had the right to do anything he wanted, but when the time came, Dom rapidly buried himself as deep as possible and shuddered, pouring spunk straight into Seth’s throat.
Seth swallowed all of it eagerly, to have it over with. It was his least favorite part of giving head, but as much as he didn’t like the taste, there was something visceral about doing it bare, without rubbers, and taking another guy’s load. He moved his palms up to the sides of Dom’s stomach and grabbed his flesh while looking up to see Dom’s face, now flushed and dark-eyed.
“Come here,” rasped Domenico, pulling on his hair again.
Seth reluctantly let Dom’s cock slide out from between his lips, but he was glad to get some air again. As stupid as it was, he felt all proud of himself as he lay on top of Dom like a sated lion.
A whisper against Seth’s ear made his temperature explode.
“I want you to come.”
“Are you happy?” Seth groaned in reply, but didn’t hesitate to raise his hips and push his pants down.
“Not yet. Lie down next to me.” Dom’s lips possessed his, and he practically fell down to the grass.
Seth closed his eyes, letting Dom do whatever he wanted as long as he was close. He licked his lover’s salty upper lip with a smile and leaned forward, so the tip of his dick could slide against Dom’s stomach as he masturbated, cradled in the steel grip of Dom’s arm.
“Now touch yourself,” commanded Domenico, his tongue leaving a wet trail on the side of Seth’s face.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he moaned and pressed against Dom’s hot skin as he started pumping his dick like there was no tomorrow. He wanted to come bad, and with the levels of excitement he was reaching, it wouldn’t take long. His whole body transcended when a warm hand squeezed around his scrotum and started gently rolling his balls, massaging them so well it hurt.
“Like that!” Seth exclaimed and arched into his fingers, gripping Dom’s hair with his other hand. Being closer was a need from somewhere in the pit of his stomach and nothing was enough. He’d devour this man for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Seth bit into Dom’s lips for another kiss as he came, pushing himself onto his lover. A shiver went through his body, and he squeezed his eyes tight, floating through his orgasm. It was beyond good. Nothing hurt anymore. For the short moment, he didn’t care about anything but the man next to him and his own satisfaction.
“Now I’m happy and sticky.” Domenico laughed so hard he shook Seth on top of him.
Seth slowly opened his eyes and faced him. “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t stand you for it.” He rubbed his sticky hand over Dom’s stomach.
“Good to know I’m your weakness.” Dom’s black eyelashes were thick and long, casting a slight shadow on his reddened cheekbones.
“That is so unfair. I should have kept my mouth shut.” Seth pushed his face against Dom’s hot neck.
“I like you when you’re weak with me.”
It was such a surprising confession that Seth didn’t know what to do with it. He slowly slid his arms around Dom’s chest and hugged him tight. “I suppose I have self-control issues,” he muttered.
Against his skin, Domenico’s mouth opened into a smile. “As long as you’re a good boy, you’re safe with me.”
Seth supposed he should be offended, but all he felt was safe and happy. “I’ll try to be a good boy then.” He gave Dom’s lips a languid kiss, unsure of what exactly was happening between them, but he wasn’t in a rush to define it.
Domenico hummed in answer, shutting his eyes while his wild heartbeat was slowly mellowing under Seth’s ear.
“When will I get to fuck you?” Seth stroked Dom’s forearm in the hope Dom wouldn’t get angry again.
“You’re pushing it,” answered Dom with a small smile.
“I know.” Seth laughed and rolled off. “Sometimes I do things just to see what will happen.” He lay down on his back, with his cock getting fresh air. Even the bruise growing on his stomach didn’t bother him anymore. Seth took a deep breath. “I thought going back home would be the end of my sex life. I was mortified.”
Domenico sighed. “You didn’t have it easy. Such a late start...”
“I only had my first kiss with a guy at twenty-one.” Seth pouted at the memory, because it hadn’t even been all that amazing.
The burst of muffled laughter made Seth frown, and he looked back into Dom’s face.
“You’re kidding, right?” Dom asked.
“Go on, laugh.” Seth wrapped his arms on his chest. “Is that really so funny? Being so scared you’d be found out that you can’t even watch porn on the Internet? Everything was fucking monitored in that house.”
Domenico was quiet for such a long time that Seth had to swallow his pride and look up at him, just to see a small smile spreading on the handsome face. “Shame I didn’t know.”
“Oh God, if I’d known back then and saw you, I’d have fucked your brains out.” Seth bit his lip, pushing the thought of being half-brothers out the window.
Domenico grinned at him like an idiot. “Yeah, that would have probably happened.”
Seth smiled back, happy to be the cause of such a sincere reaction. “Man, I was so clueless about anal. I had to research everything when I came to the US.”
“Oh, I’ve been taught in practice all about it.” Dom’s amber eyes twinkled at him.
“Oh yeah? How old were you when you started?” Seth inched closer and kissed him, reveling in the fact that he could. No one could tell him not to, and Dom wouldn’t push him away.
“Fourteen.” Dom sighed. “And he was seventeen.”
“Oh wow. I was rotting away at that age.”
Domenico let out a sharp breath. “I imagine being a fourteen-year-old Seth Villani was miles away from being a fourteen-year-old Domenico Acerbi.”
“Yep. You were free from me and wasn’t watched as carefully.”
“True, nobody cared but my mother. And she wanted me to obey the Don, so I did.”
“How did you meet your first?” Seth laid on his side and pulled Dom’s T-shirt up again, just so he could stroke his stomach.
“Training.” Domenico shrugged, watching the darkening sky above them. “We kept drinking wine in the vineyard, talking all the time, and it always ended up with us making love.”
Seth kissed his cheek. “Aww, ‘making love’. Little Mimmo was romantic.”
“Fuck you,” chuckled Domenico. “Did you go at it like a rabbit right away?”
“Nah, I had an awkward encounter in a darkroom. As far away from romantic as you can get.” Seth stroked Dom’s stomach.
“Shame on you. I liked doing it in the vineyard.”
“Who wouldn’t?”
Domenico sighed and patted Seth’s chest. “At least you now have the German woods to remember.”
Seth laughed and put a hand over his face. “Daddy wouldn’t be proud. Two sons and both fags.”
“He’s not my father.” The sudden fall of Domenico’s voice was like a bucket of cold water.
Seth quickly looked at him through his fingers. “I know it’s crappy, but it is what it is.”
“No, it’s not. He was never more than a sperm donor.” Domenico’s nostrils flared. “He made himself clear about this years ago.”
Seth swallowed, never stopping to pet Dom. “Uhm, I’m sorry. He kind of pushed you away because of the thing, didn’t he? I didn’t even know all these years.”
“Pushed me away?” Domenico frowned, tensing under the touch. “He fucking shot me, beat me and locked me away for a month.”
Seth’s breath caught in his throat. “That’s… oh my God, that’s so horrible. You were fucking eleven. He shot you?”
Domenico pursed his lips, looking at everything but at Seth. “Yes.”
“Where did he shoot you?” Seth put his hands on Dom’s cheeks to make Dom look at him. Domenico’s skin grew hotter within seconds and on his fingers, Seth could feel his laborious breathing.
“Just here.” Dom patted his left shoulder. “He didn’t call a doctor for several hours. Maybe that’s why it’s so ugly at the back.”
Seth looked into Dom’s eyes, feeling like a moron for all the things he didn’t know. He had never been close with his father, Mother always seemed to find a way to keep Seth safe, deaf, and blind to what happened around him. He slowly pushed Dom’s T-shirt farther up. “I want to see,” he whispered.
