"Hmm..." Des nodded. "Why didn't you wake me?"
"You looked tired, so I let you sleep." He smiled.
"It's not fair. You took the day off to spend with me, and I fell asleep."
"The day's not over yet."
Des moved closer, wrapping his arms around Othello, not caring that he was still a bit sweaty. "What do you have in mind?"
"How about after I shower, we go out for a bit? I think that now that we're together, I should truly wine and dine you."
"You weren't doing that before?"
Othello grasped Des's waist lightly. "Yeah, but this time it's different."
Des smiled, getting Othello's meaning. "Okay," he agreed, then a thought occurred to him. He didn't want to wear what he had worn yesterday.
"What's with that look?" Othello asked, getting his attention.
"If we're going out, I will need something to wear. I doubt jeans and a T-shirt are what you had in mind."
Othello leaned down for a kiss. "I took care of that while you were sleeping. I had my personal shopper grab a few things for you."
Des quirked a brow. "Personal shopper. Huh, it just occurred to me I have a rich boyfriend."
"You better believe it."
Des shook his head. "And not modest at all. But I like your cocky swagger, so I think you deserve a reward."
"Is that so?" he said.
"Yes. I'm feeling very sweaty." He stepped out of Othello's arms and removed the shirt, dropping it to the floor, turning, and walking to the steps. "Want to join me in the shower?"
Othello smirked, and the look in his eyes scared and excited Des. It was the expression of a predator who had trapped its prey. "I thought you would never ask," he said.
Othello stepped forward, and Des had the bright idea to run from the big, hungry wolf who wanted to eat him. He shivered in sweet anticipation, knowing that by the end of the night, Othello would have him any way he wanted.
Des gaspedwhen his back hit the shower wall. He tilted his head back, and Othello licked, sucked, and kissed from his neck downto his nipples as his fingers pinched and tweaked the other one. Gasping, he grasped some of Othello's wet hair, pulled his head back, captured his mouth, and kissed him hard and needily.
Othello circled his arms around Des's waist, flipping them around. He moaned against his mouth, loving the hot kiss as well as the water beating down on his back. He pulled back and stared into Othello's eyes.
"You know, last night, I think I gave you a terrible impression of me," Des said, reaching down to press and rub on Othello's erection.
"Yeah, about what?" Othello cupped the back of his head, brushing his lips against Des's, moaning when he lightly pinched the head of his cock.
"I know I can pleasure you with my hands, but—" Slowly, Des went to his knees, putting his face to Othello's hard dick. "—I want to be able to do the same with my mouth." He looked up at Othello, rubbing his lips and then swirling his tongue around the head of his shaft. "Better yet, teach me how to make you cum. I want you to use my mouth however you please."
Othello stared at him, rubbing his thumb on his cheek. "Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Othello said nothing for what seemed like minutes, turning into hours.
"No matter what happens, you're not allowed to touch your cock. Can you do that?"
"Yes, I can."
"If it gets to be too much, pinch my ass and I'll stop."
