Lionel wasn’t sure whether he should be pleased or mortified.I’ll get the kettle on and make some coffee, he thought.I’m guessing Brad will fill in the details himself when he comes downstairs.
Standing up, Lionel’s cock left a smear on his leg under his sweatpants. Grimacing, Lionel adjusted himself and went over to the coffee pot.
I’m fairly sure it’s polite to talk to a mate before jumping his bones,he reminded his lion. His lion wasn’t so sure. He was really fixated on that poodle.
Chapter Eight
Brad
He couldn’t figure out if he should be happy that he now had access to a bathroom to have a quick wash, or become annoyed at how his poodle got to taste Lionel first. The sneaky lick… yeah, he was peeved at that.
He wants you to lick other places. He said so. Get over yourself.
The reminder got Brad moving. He washed all the essential bits and dried himself, just not before taking a good whiff of the towel that smelled of his mate.
Dressed in the T-shirt, Brad chuckled at how it landed over his kneecaps and how his cock pressed against the front of it. He eyed the far too large sweats and shrugged when he considered the licking part of the evening might happen quicker if he went pantless.
Brazen.
And you weren’t brazen licking our mate when we hadn’t had a formal introduction?Brad felt it was important to point that out when it was brazen to wander around with nothing under the delicious smelling T-shirt that was as soft as butter against his skin.
He liked it. I could tell.
Brad couldn’t argue with that. His mate's smell had most definitely increased at the touch. He gave himself a final once over in the mirror above the sink, stepping up on his tiptoes to see. The messy curls, there was little he could do about them, and he didn’t want to keep Lionel waiting any longer now that he could scent coffee and steak pies. His belly rumbled, reminding him it had been hours since he'd finished the muffins. Physical work meant Brad could practically eat whatever he wanted and was always hungry.
Hungry for cock.
Pleaseee. What kind of person do you think I am?Brad shook his head, his curls tumbling around his flushed cheeks.No, don’t answer that.Brad didn’t want to have another debate with his animal side after they’d argued about his earlier behavior.
Brad straightened his spine and opened the bathroom door, peeking out, seeing the bedroom was empty, his gaze lingered on the enormous bed, his mind already conjuring a picture of him in the middle of it.
See, brazen.
Brad walked with determination out of the room, paying no attention to his poodle side, ready to prove him wrong.He followed his nose and found Lionel in the well appointed kitchen, which had a sliding door that led out to a big backyard with a large wooden deck that held a hot tub and a large grill.Nice.
Lionel glanced at him, the green of his eyes deepening, and the flecks of gold sparkling, and Brad’s thoughts scattered like leaves on the wind. He wanted to act sophisticated, a professional businessman, assured and confident. What he did was whimper with need and leap at Lionel, his instincts taking over. Lionel’s scent did crazy things to him—he was so blaming his behavior on that.
Lionel caught him, eyes widening before Brad slammed his mouth to Lionel’s, his arms snaking around Lionel’s neck to cling on. His legs swung around the slim hips causing the T-shirt he wore to ride up. Large hands cupped his bare bottom, and they both groaned when Lionel's palms squeezed his ass, sending delightful shivers through Brad, right as he got lifted higher. His cock brushed against cotton, leaving a damp trail as Lionel changed the angle and pace of the kiss.
Lionel softened the kiss, teasing Brad with light kisses as he tasted, nibbled, and sucked on Brad’s lower lip, causing him to moan at the delicate touch.
“Shouldn’t we talk first?” Lionel rasped against his mouth, right as he kept on nibbling on the corner of his lips, then trailing hot, open mouth kisses down his throat.
Brad tasted the sweetness of chocolate on his lips and realized Lionel had eaten an éclair while he’d washed up.
“Talk, should we do that?” Lionel muttered as he tugged on the collar of the T-shirt. With it being so big, it gave Lionel access to his shoulder, where he continued to kiss and nibble on the skin.
“Talk?” Brad groaned breathlessly, his hips rocking against Lionel’s belly, wanting to get some friction on his needy cock. Talking was so overrated, wasn’t it?
“Yes,” Lionel answered in an equally breathy voice as his hands kneaded Brad’s ass, helping him press closer.
Brad blinked in confusion. “Yes?” What were they talking about?
What was the incessant noise? Was that his pulse buzzing in his ears?
“Crap,” Lionel groaned, moving his heavenly mouth from Brad’s shoulder, causing Brad to groan for a totally different reason. “The pies are ready.”
“Pies?” Brad was once more confused. What pies? Was that sexy code for something?
