Careful, Dom. Don’t scare him by reading more into this than there is.
“All right?” Henry asked as they turned into the road for his villa.
“Yeah, just thinking.”
Henry snorted. “Well, stop it. Nothing good ever comes from that.”
He was more right than he realised. Dom shook it off and concentrated on the present.
Henry and their evening together.
Where I get to call the shots.
There, that was a much more appealing train of thought.
Henry pulled a key out of his pocket and gestured to the villa to their right. “This is me.” He led the way up the path and unlocked the door, Dom hot on his heels.
Flicking on the light switch, Henry turned to face Dom. He let his bag drop to the ground. “Well?” he asked, leaning back against the wall.
“Well, what?” Dom set his own bag down and kicked off his shoes.
“What are we doing now. You get to decide, remember?”
How could I forget?
“Shower,” Dom said, taking off his coat and hanging it up on a peg. Henry did the same, gaze locked on Dom’s.
“And then what?”
“We’ll see how much energy we’ve got left.”
Henry raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment. Instead, he pulled his T-shirt over his head, turned, gifting Dom a view of his glorious shoulders and back, and disappeared into the bedroom.
Moments later the shower turned on and Dom shook himself into action, tugging his own top off as he hurried after Henry.
“Fuck me.” Dom stopped inside the doorway to the en suite, drinking in the view of a bare-arsed Henry bending down to pull off his trackies and underwear.
Henry kicked his clothes to the side and straightened, unashamed in his nakedness. “Is that a request?” His cock hung half-hard, and he reached for it, giving himself a couple of leisurely strokes.
Dom almost swallowed his tongue. “Maybe later.” Henry looked surprised by that, so Dom shrugged a shoulder. “I like it both ways.”
“Good to know.” Henry stalked towards him, hands snaking around Dom’s waist as he drew him in for a kiss. His tongue found Dom’s as he gripped the waistband of Dom’s sweats, pushing them over his arse.
The kiss deepened, and Dom slid his hands over Henry’s chest, loving the feel of all that smooth skin dusted with dark hair. “Shower,” he murmured, his voice trailing off into a moan as Henry squeezed his arse cheeks, fingers slipping between them.
“Take these off then.” Henry pushed Dom’s sweats further down until they fell to his feet, and Dom stepped out of them, kicking them to the side. Taking his hand, Henry climbed into the shower and Dom followed.
Water cascaded over them, the shower big enough to wet them both.
Henry’s hair looked almost black, eyes dark as he placed Dom’s hand on his cock, now hard and jutting out in front of him. “What now?” Henry whispered, tongue slipping out to lick his lips.
Dom curled his fingers around Henry’s length. As much as he wanted to keep jacking him off, he wanted something else more. His gaze dropped to Henry’s mouth and Henry grinned.
Without Dom having to say a word, Henry carefully dropped to his knees, hands on Dom’s hips to steady himself.
“This okay?” Dom asked, slotting his fingers into Henry’s hair.
“Yeah.” Henry looked up, and Dom’s stomach clenched at the heat reflected back at him. Gripping the base of Dom’s cock, Henry leant forward and took him into his mouth. Wet heat engulfed him, and Dom gasped, fingers curling tight around Henry’s hair.
