Des smiled and nodded, knowing that no matter what Othello did, he wouldn't stop him.
"Open your mouth and suck me inside."
Des grasped Othello's shaft, jerking him gently, and moved forward, opening his mouth and circling his lips around the head.
Othello gasped. "Take me in a little bit at a time, pulling back each time," he instructed, his voice hoarse but gentle. His hand was on the back of Des's head, guiding his movements.
His hand and mouth met as he sucked and jerked Othello's shaft, feeling the man move his hips, and his fingers tightened on his head.
"Fuck, your mouth feels so damn good," he moaned. "Give me a little teeth, baby."
Des moaned, releasing Othello's cock, pressing his hands to the man's thighs, and sucking him down as far as he could go. He loved the feel of Othello's erection in his mouth and made a plan to suck his man at least once a day.
He pulled back lightly, dragging his teeth along the veined, thick, and heavy shaft, swirling his tongue at the tip, lapping up the precum. Des could not help the groan that escaped his lips, but Othello's reaction made him want to do more. Suck him until he was weak and begging to cum. Des's hard cock twitched at the thought.
"Fuck, yeah," Othello growled. "Shit, baby, gonna cum."
Des reached up and cupped Othello's balls, tugging them gently as he sucked a little harder, adding some teeth but not enough to hurt. Othello moaned and grabbed his head, moving in and out of Des' mouth.
He circled Othello's legs, sucking his dick down, and it hit the back of his throat, surprising him, and for a second, he wanted to throw up but heard Othello growl as he shoved his hard pulsing cock down his throat, gagging him. Tears mixed with water streaming down his cheeks. His chest burned, and that was when he remembered to breathe, just as Othello pulled back and pushed in again.
Othello fucked his mouth hard and rough, and it made Des's cock grow painfully hard, and he wanted, no, heneededto touch himself. Still, he remembered Othello's words and focused on pleasuring the man who was ramming his cock in and out of his mouth, growling his name, cumming down his throat.
Des greedily drank Othello's cum, loving the taste of his masculinity, his strength, and his dominance that was claiming him inside and out. Othello pulled his cock out of Des's mouth, and before he could catch his breath, his mouth was captured.
Othello's tongue swept into his mouth, taking and tasting everything Des had drunk from him. He moaned, bucking his hips when Othello'grasped his cock. It only took a few strokes, and Des came into Othello's hand with his lover's name on his lips. Panting heavily, he sagged against the larger man's body, smiling in satisfaction with Othello's deep voice rumbling in his ear.
"Well done, Tesoro."
"Taste this,"Des said, bringing his fork to his mouth.
He smiled when Othello hummed in appreciation. Des loved that Othello was a foodie like him. It ruined the mood to eat with a picky eater. Othello had taken him to Ouro e Vinho, which meant “gold and wine,” a Portuguese restaurant with a mile-long waiting list. It had a magnificent city view on the forty-fifth floor of the Celeste Grand Plaza. Des was curious to know how Othello had gotten a reservation when not even his father, the good doctor David Ellington, could get a reservation on the fly.
Ouro e Vinho was quite elegant, and a suit and tie were necessary. Not only that, the owners prided themselves on keeping their guests' privacy since many politicians, celebrities, and bigwigs frequented the establishment. The ambiance was romantic and exuded sophistication, with marble floors and gold accents. Soft, warm lighting cast a gentle glow throughout the restaurant, aiding the romantic atmosphere of the lit candles on the table flickering off the clear wine glasses.
He and Othello were seated next to each other. Des did not want to sit across from him. He wouldn't deny feeling clingy toward Othello and hoped it didn't scare him off. He felt like this was a dream, and if he blinked too quickly, he would wake up stuck in a job he hated and alone. But it wasn't his imagination, and Othello Moor was the one to set this all up, which made him a little giddy.
"You impress me, Mister Moor," Des said.
"Really?" Othello put his utensils down. "What exactly did I do to earn your favor?"
"Everything." Des leaned closer, brushing their lips together. When he pulled back, he noticed Othello staring at something other than him, with his brows furrowed. Although he felt slightly jealous, he couldn't hide his curiosity. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing. I thought I saw someone I knew."
"Must be someone important if they pulled your attention away from me."
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're jealous." Othello smiled.
Des scoffed, turning away from Othello's penetrating but playful gaze. "You're reading into things.”
"Is that so?" he said, gently pinching Des's chin. Turning his face to his, Othello kissed his mouth before he could say anything. Des wrapped his arms around Othello's neck, deepening their kiss. Their lips slowly separated, and Des opened his eyes. "No one is more important than you right now." Othello pecked him on his lips. "Finish your meal."
"Underboss Moor, it's good to see you."
Des felt Othello stiffen and watched him place a smile on his lips that he knew wasn't real. Othello looked away from Des and faced not one but two men standing in front of their table. Othello stood and greeted them.
"Boss Antonio Greco, Underboss Cassio Ricci, it has been a while."
