Shaking his head, Othello went into his bedroom, unbuttoned his shirt, and shrugged it off before throwing it in the hamper. Unbuckling his belt, he grabbed the buckle, turning just as he was about to pull it from the loop. He paused when he saw Des still in the same spot, watching him. The little doctor’s ears were bright red, the flush moving down his neck.
I know I've thought it, but could he really be submissive?
Othello needed to test the waters. Not taking his eyes off Des, he dragged the leather out of the loop, watching and listening to the little doc’s breathing change and his cheeks blush. The little doctor gasped and clutched his chest when Othello slashed the belt through the air, making it snap like a whip.
Des raised his gaze, and their eyes locked on each other, and Othello couldn’t deny the tension that rose between them. The lustful look on Des's face, his kissable lips parted as if wanting or needing to be filled with something dark, long, and thick. Othello’s cock twitched just at the image. He traced his fingers along the smooth black leather, imagining the sweet pleasure of reddening the doc’s creamy ass and back, pulling sweet sounds from him before he fucked him raw, leaving his cum inside, marking him.
Fuck, I need to get laid.
Reaching for the curtain rope, Othello pulled it, letting the curtain fall close and blocking them from each other. He stood there for a few seconds, not ashamed of what he’d done, but now he questioned whether he did the right thing by drawing a line between them so early. He had been looking for someone to play with, and the doctor checked off all his boxes. He was cute, funny, super intelligent, and a natural-born submissive he could mold to be his.
Othello wasn’t looking for a relationship, especially not after the last one practically broke him, and it had taken him years to get over. Phillip was a trained submissive, and Othello was ready to give the world to him. He thought that Phillip understood him, the world he was from, and that their future was set. Plus, he was just as kinky as Othello. Hell, he’d been about topropose marriage to him but tore him apart instead when he caught Phillip cheating on him with another man. Trust was very important to Othello and what Phillip did meant he could never trust him again.
He hadn’t closed his heart to the prospect of falling for anyone, simply placed love in the category of out of sight, out of mind. He tried playing with others after Phillip, but it didn’t feel the same. There wasn’t a connection. So, Othello simply focused on his work. He had never hidden his proclivities from his family. It was why they were encouraging him to date. They knew how badly Phillip had hurt him. They became worried when all he did was work. It had been a while since he’d felt anything toward anyone.
Finally, moving from where he stood, he undressed and headed to the bathroom. The image of Des standing there looking at him with want and desire in his eyes woke a forgotten desire in Othello, and now he had to choose whether to go with the feeling or ignore it and keep the line drawn between them. Maybe he’d see how the night went before he made another decision.
Des panted,leaning on the counter and holding his chest.What the fuck just happened?
A reel of Othello snapping the leather belt in the air played continuously in his mind. Othello's powerful appearance, shirtless and showcasing his well-defined chest and abs, was something he couldn’t get out of his thoughts. He licked his lips, thinking about licking the sexy man’s mermaid line. Des wasn’t sure what was happening. He had always thought Othello hada dominating aura, even the night the man was laid out on his operating table.
It was what drew his attention. It made Des want to kneel at Othello’s feet and be his everything. But from the moment Othello walked into the apartment, there was an air around him that he couldn’t explain or put a word to. He looked back toward the bedroom and wondered if Othello was trying to tell him something. Des wasn’t opposed to something happening between them. In fact, he’d been hoping for it.
But isn't he the one who keeps building a wall between us? Is he now erasing it?
Des was so confused about what to do. The more he got to know Othello, the more he wanted to be with him. They talked about their lives over time, and there were times Des wanted to ask him about the night he got shot, but in the back of his mind, he knew he was digging into territory he shouldn’t. But even with that nagging thought, Des didn’t care.
It might be dangerous or foolish of him because he was so inexperienced regarding matters of the heart, but for the first time in his life, he knew who and what he wanted. He just didn't know how to go about getting it. Othello seemed like the kind of man who would stay strong in his word. However, after what had just happened, he was feeling hopeful. He took a deep breath and collected himself, and the scent of dinner reminded him that he needed to get it on the table.
With Tallen’s help, he had made a simple dinner. It felt good to cook since he hadn’t done it in a while. Thanks to the nanny his parents had hired to care for him, she’d taught him how to cook Italian, Spanish, Greek, Jamaican, Portuguese, Italian, and even Arabic and African meals. But tonight, he mixed it up abit with an easy Caprese salad, lemon herb chicken with roasted vegetables, and chocolate strawberries for dessert.
Just as he placed the wine on the table, Othello entered the dining room dressed in a red silk shirt with a few buttons open, giving him a clear view of his chest. Des’s gaze moved past his black slacks and ended on the taller man’s bare feet. He had never thought he’d have a foot fetish with how cute they looked, not to mention the thoughts that ran through his head of licking and sucking on his toes. Or maybe he just had an Othello fetish.
“So, what did you make for dinner?” Othello’s deep voice reached his ear, and Des gasped when he realized the man had gotten close without him noticing. That dominating aura surrounded him. Des took in a deep breath, hoping to center himself, but it was a big mistake because whatever cologne Othello was wearing made his cock twitch.
Fuck, he smells so damn good.
“Better yet, what’s for dessert.”
Me,Des wanted to say, but said, “Chocolate-dipped strawberries.”
Othello tilted his head to the side. “Are you trying to seduce me, Doc?”
“Is it working?” Des smiled.
“We’ll see how the night goes.”
“Uh-oh, the last time you said that to me, things didn’t turn out how I hoped.”
“Well, things might turn out different this time.”
Des shook his head, wondering if he could believe what Othello said. He knew how much the other man liked to joke around, and even though they were friends, they flirted constantly. But he couldn’t help but wish and pray that things would change between them.
“Okay, enough joking around. Sit so we can eat.”
They sat down and started eating. Since they were both hungry, there wasn’t much conversation. He had just taken the last bite of his chicken when Othello broke the silence between them.
“I admit, it shocked me that you can cook, but I have to say, this was good.” He leaned his elbow on the table. “What else do you know how to cook, Doc?”
