“I liked the symbolism.”
Shy Dominic was adorable Dominic, so when he quietly asked, “Can I open it?,” Trey had to say yes.
He picked at the foil paper, careful not to tear it. Beneath was the plain white box that the artist had packed his gift into the day Trey bought it. Dominic lifted the lid, revealing a piece of folded blue tissue paper. He pushed the top layer up and to the side. Froze. He pulled out the tiny glass bottle with the piece of white rice inside, attached to a slim black leather cord.
“I remember this vendor,” he said, reverence in his tone. Then he tried to see what she’d painted on that small grain of rice. “What’s it say?”
Trey’s pulse jumped. “That was.”
Instant recognition of the phrase lit up Dominic’s face in a megawatt smile. “Really?”
“I have one, too. I brought it with me so we can wear them tonight.”
Dominic’s expression was impossible to describe. It hit Trey right in the heart, and he knew he’d done good. “I’d put it on right now,” Dominic said, “but I don’t want to worry about breaking it when I make love to you.”
Trey kind of melted inside. Make love. He liked the sound of that. “Then put it away and come get me. I’m all yours, babe.”
“I know you are.” The possessive growl echoed in Trey’s balls. “And I’m yours.”
“Oh yeah.”
Dominic put the necklace back in its nest of tissue, then wasted no time gloving up. Trey loved it when Dominic took charge, so he waited while Dominic decided how he wanted him. His gaze roamed up and down Trey’s body, taking him in, making a decision.
“On your side, facing away from me.”
Finally. Trey rolled onto his left side. They’d had sex like this before, back in the tent when Dominic had seemed to need contact with him like he needed air to breathe, and Trey had loved it. Loved how Dominic was able to hold him as he rocked into him, and still be close enough to kiss.
Dominic curled close behind him, slick cock sliding against Trey’s ass. He wrapped his left arm under Trey’s neck, giving him a pillow and support. Trey pulled his right leg forward without being asked. A finger slid easily inside, and Trey sighed. He closed his eyes, enjoying the stretch of two fingers lubing him up, getting him ready.
Kisses dropped up and down his cheek and neck. Trey curled his fingers through Dominic’s, needing the anchor. Dominicwas all around him—his body, his scent, his taste. Nothing else mattered except that moment in time.
He briefly mourned the loss of those insistent fingers, and then blunt pressure took their place. Trey relaxed into the slow burn of Dominic’s entry, then reveled in the exquisite fullness as Dominic’s hips landed flush with his ass.
“Fuck, yeah,” Dominic said, somehow making two simple words sound like a prayer. His lube-slicked hand reached around and tugged on Trey’s dick, and the dual sensations on his cock and in his ass made Trey moan.
He pressed back into Dominic. “Please.”
“Yeah, baby. I’ve got you.”
As much as Trey loved it when Dominic pounded him hard, the slow rocking of hips and lazy tugs on his dick became an addiction Trey never wanted to quit. The gentle notes that Dominic played on his body created the most beautiful melody of Trey’s life, accented by the lyrics of loving kisses and whispered words. If ever a perfect moment existed, it was during those minutes.
And as with the best songs, the intensity increased as they played their way to the climax. Dominic’s hips snapped, driving his dick deeper, harder, the occasional scrape across Trey’s prostate sending him soaring. Trey came first with a shout and a gasp, soft tremors traveling through his belly and down his legs.
“Oh God,” Trey gasped. “Fuck, Dom.”
Dominic rolled his hips once more before easing out. He turned Trey onto his back and straddled his thighs, eyes bright and chest flushed. The condom went to the floor, and then Dominic started stroking himself. Trey watched through half-lidded eyes until warm spunk splattered his chest and belly. Dominic was never more beautiful than when he orgasmed. His eyes went wide and a kind of innocence came over him, as ifhe couldn’t believe he’d managed something so amazing and wonderful.
Trey rubbed Dominic’s thighs, the coarse black hairs tickling his fingers. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
Dominic smacked his dick against Trey’s belly, smearing some of the come. “You’re fucking hot wearing me like this. One day I want to watch it trickle back out of your ass.”
Something burned deep in Trey’s gut. “I’d like that. To be able to ditch condoms one day.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I want to be with you, Dominic Bounds, and no one else.”
“I don’t want anyone else but you, Trey Cooper. You’re stuck with me and my super-protective family.”
