“Shall we share it?” Dario asks, waggling the bar in the air.
“I’d like that,” Charlie says.
“Can’t I come back there?” Dario asks. “I came all this way and now there’s a wall between us.”
Charlie points to a sign plastered on the door that says EMPLOYEES ONLY. “Sorry I don’t make the rules.”
Dario leans in conspiratorially. “If I have anything to say about it, you won’t be an employee here much longer, so maybe you can bend the rules this one time.”
“Excellent counterpoint.” Charlie rolls his chair across the floor and unlocks the door.
A couple weeks have passed, yet their bodies remember what it’s like to be in a small space together. A wire runs betweenthem, creating a feedback loop of electricity powering their hearts. The charge is much too great to ignore.
Dario unwraps the Amorina bar. In Charlie’s mind, the chocolate bar is Dario, and the wrapping is Dario’s clothes. He is overwhelmed by lust and love for this miraculous man who made it all the way to America to propose. There will be a ring, and a wedding, and a whole lot of change, but right now, there needs to be sex. Sex with the man heloves.
Dario breaks off a piece of the chocolate bar and holds it out to Charlie. Tipping forward, Charlie takes the entire square in his mouth. His lips graze over Dario’s long, outstretched fingers. He leaves the chocolate in his mouth to liquefy, then shares it with Dario through a soft, sensual kiss.
It dribbles a bit down Dario’s smooth chin. A single drop lands on his crisp white shirt. Charlie regrets his actions, aware he’s ruined a one-of-a-kind garment. But Dario smiles and shakes his head. His eyes beam a message:I have other shirts, but there is only one you and there is only right now.
Needfully, Charlie takes Dario by the lapel. Charlie sinks onto the counter in a seated position, and he draws Dario as close as possible with his calves. His ankles interlock behind Dario’s waist. There is no denying that they just fit together.
Charlie guides him in by the back of his neck for another kiss.
“My brother can see us,” Dario says.
“The windows are tinted,” Charlie says.Kiss. Nip. Lick.
“That only means we can’t see in,” Dario says.
Charlie laughs at himself, then leans back and pulls a cord. Wonky blinds plink into place.
“Better?” Charlie asks.
“Much.” Dario pitches in for a kiss that gets walled by a loud stomach gurgle.
“Hungry?” Charlie asks.
“Starved,” Dario admits.
Charlie bites his lip as he breaks off a piece of chocolate, waves it under Dario’s button nose. “Want it?” he asks.
Dario salivates and nods.
Charlie wastes no time fishing his erection out of his shorts. “Beg for it, Candy Man.”
Dario slips down onto his knees. His slacks slip up his legs a bit, giving Charlie a view of the garters holding up his semi-sheer dress socks.
Fuck. Charlie never realized calf belts could make his dick throb. He hops down off the counter. With his erection pointing straight out, he balances the bit of chocolate on top of his rock-hard shaft. “Mangia,” Charlie instructs.
In the blink of an eye, Dario takes Charlie between his lips and carefully scrapes his upper teeth down his length to retrieve the chocolate. The sensation causes Charlie’s knees to buckle. He grips the counter behind him for support.
Dario sits back on his haunches and savors the chocolate. It’s simultaneously the cutest and most erotic sight Charlie has ever seen. Half of him wants to take Dario by the scruff of the neck and face fuck him into next week. The other half wants to hold him close and frot with him until they both cum buckets.
Dario licks his fingers clean, then says with a naughty smile, “I’m still hungry.”
God, he could do a backflip over how happy he is to have Dario back in his life, back in his space.
“Come here, Candy Man.” Charlie beckons him with a finger and a pulse of his cock. “I’ve got just the thing to satisfy you.”
