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“Holy shit,” Izzy said when Wyatt opened the door. “You’rebeautiful!”
And he said it with such wonder in his voice that Wyatt didn’t have a chance to feel weird or awkward or anxious, only adored.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I ever saw,” Izzy said. He sounded breathless as he leaned in. They kissed, and Wyatt melted into it.
“Come inside,” Wyatt said when they broke the kiss at last. “Dinner’s almost ready.”
The dining table was set, and Wyatt had even lit some candles, but it was a wasted effort because Izzy could hardly tear his gaze away from Wyatt long enough to even notice how nice everything looked. Wyatt figured the table could have been covered in old newspapers instead of a linen tablecloth and Izzy wouldn’t have picked up on it.
The thought that Izzy couldn’t look away from him was thrilling. Wyatt had put on a little eyeliner and some pink-tinted lip gloss before, but he’d never felt bewitching like this. It was a heady feeling.
They ate, sitting next to each other at the dining table. When Wyatt had set the table first he’d had them on opposite sides, but the Abbot’s dining table was huge, and he didn’t like that they’d be so far away from each other. So he’d set their places beside one another instead, and they leaned into each other as they ate, and touched hands, and smiled.
“I never had anyone do anything for me like this before,” Izzy said. “I feel like I’ve stepped into a dream.”
“Me too,” Wyatt said. He bit his lip. “It’s not too much, is it?”
“No! Jesus, no! You’re just a hard act to follow, you know?” His eyes crinkled when he grinned. “You’re setting the bar way too high for a guy like me.”
Wyatt raised his eyebrows. “I’m pretty sure you can figure out a way to make it up to me, Izzy.”
Izzy laughed, and then his expression grew more serious. “How does that work? Tonight, I mean, when you’re a girl.”
Wyatt felt a stirring of unease. “I don’t know?”
“Like, um…” Izzy out a hand on Wyatt’s knee, and then slid it up his leg, under the hem of the dress. His thumb came to rest on Wyatt’s inner thigh. “Like, what words do we use for things down there?”
Wyatt’s suddenly throbbing erection left no doubt what he was talking about. He resisted the urge to squirm and pull away. “I don’t know.”
“Because I got no problem with my girl having a dick,” Izzy said, and how did he even make a string of words like that soundsweet? “But if you do, then I can call it something else, or call it nothing at all.”
“Wh-what would you call it?”
“It could be your clit,” Izzy said. “I could suck your clit for you, baby. Suck your clit and eat you out until you come.”
A throb of desire jolted through Wyatt, and he reached down to grab Izzy’s wrist through the sun dress. For a moment he was unsure if he wanted to push his hand away…and then he pulled it closer instead, shuddering as Izzy’s knuckles brushed against his straining dick. Or…or hisclit?
Fuck if he knew, but it felt so good.
“I don’t care,” he said, and moaned as Izzy’s thumb teased his length. “I don’t care, just touch me!”
Izzy got a glint in his eye, and he grinned. “Oh, baby, but don’t you want me to eat you out?”
Wyatt couldn’t fuckingbreathe. “Y-yeah!”
Izzy patted the table.
Wyatt stared at him blankly.
“We’ve got the place to ourselves,” Izzy said. “And you made it look so nice. Maybe this is where I want to finish my meal.”
“Holy fuck. Are youserious?” Wyatt’s brain shut down at the thought, but his dick was absolutely on board.
“You want to try?”
Wyatt looked at the table for a moment and then, before he could talk himself out of it, he stood up and moved down toward the end, so at least he’d be out of the way of the plates and the candles and the cutlery. His legs were shaky as he hitched himself up onto the table.
