Page 39 of He is Poison

“And you got?” Sethmoved his fingers to Dom’s hip.

“I was surprised thatafter so many years there, you’re still slim and handsome.”

Seth looked up and metDom’s gaze. “You instantly fancied me.”

“I did.” Dom’s warmfingers curled around Seth’s hand on his hip, rough fingertips gently massagingthe skin.

“What did you think whenyou found out I was living with a guy?” Seth needed to penetrate that twistedmind, get under the warm, olive-tinted skin.

Dom chuckled. “It wasn’thard to notice, considering that I could see your bedroom from my window.”

A flush rushed up Seth’sface. He’d done all sorts of stuff with Peter. He lowered his gaze, but itdidn’t help, because his eyes were now back on Dom’s crotch. He forced a laughto hide his nerves. “Oh yeah? You got off on it?”

Domenico shrugged. “Yourgirlfriend wasn’t exactly my type. You’re gay, how could you get it up when shewas wearing all those frills?”

“Eh... it was more abouthow Pete acted.” Seth’s face was burning at the realization that Dom hadwatched him have sex with his boyfriend countless times, saw their role plays,Peter’s lace panties, nighties, and corsets.

Domenico’s perfecteyebrows gathered into a frown. “I don’t get it.”

“I mean that he...submitted easily. Unlikesomepeople.” Seth gave Dom a meaningfulglance.

“Well, I’m not a chick.Sorry,” chuckled Domenico.

“Yeah, more like a‘cock’.” Seth rolled his eyes. “But you said you like bondage?” He tried torepress a smile. If only he could tie Domenico up and have a peaceful night foronce...

Domenico looked up witha strikingly attractive scowl. “Sometimes. I like my men struggling when I knowthey’re not getting away,” he muttered with a wicked smile.

Seth gasped, hypnotizedby the twinkle in Dom’s amber eyes. “Um... I... I meant the other way round?”

Domenico’s brows shot upin a stunned expression. “Why would I want that?” Apparently, in his vision ofthe world, all other men should be glad for the opportunity to submit to him.

“Why the fuck wouldIwant it then?” Seth snapped and quickly stood up. With Domenico around and thattalk of bondage, it seemed safer to be off the mattress.

“Because you liked beingfucked.”

Seth could feel himselfblushing. “You know shit.” He started looking around their tiny flat. Nowhereto hide as usual.

Domenico grinned,adjusting one of the upturned sleeves. “I’m an expert in delighted bottoms.”

“I can’t believe youjust said that. I amnota bottom.” The urge to punch Dom was growinglike the mold on the walls of their room.

“You are now.” Domenicogave him a soft, appreciative smile.

Seth took a longer lookat him. Why did the fucker have to be so handsome? “You wish.”

Domenico leaned back,and Seth’s eyes were inevitably drawn to his crotch, where the fabric clung toflesh. “So far, I only have evidence about you being a bottom with anotherman.”

“Oh yeah? You’re the onewho claimed spying on me and Peter," dared Seth, frustrated. Maybe if hedecided to take a long shower... no, they didn’t have a fucking shower, and thebasin wouldn’t do the trick.

Domenico snarled. “Areyou honestly trying to pass that ugly tootsie with one hell of a clit for aman?”

Seth’s eyes went wide.It came like a punch to the gut, knocking all air out of him. “You didnotjust say that...”

“I just did.”

“Can’t you just... gosomewhere? I don’t even want to talk to you or breathe the same air.”

Domenico sighed andreached down to adjust his cock. “We could go to see some exhibition.”