Page 49 of He is Poison

“Huh?” Seth looked athim with parted lips, only reminding Dom of how well they sucked.

Domenico smiled, amusedby how endearing Seth was when under the influence. He ran back down and helpedhim to his feet. “We’re doing this in bed.”

“We are?” Seth smirkedand pulled him down to the, fortunately carpeted, stairs with surprising force.

“Yeah.” Domenico groanedwhen the edge of a stair bit into his side. “Don’t have lube with me.”

“Ha. You didn’t thinkI’d put out,” Seth laughed, but slowly got back to his feet.

Domenico helped him.“You weren’t exactly giving.”

“No. You weren’t exactlythe master you claim to be.” Seth pouted and climbed up the stairs, holding onto the railing.

Domenico’s throatclenched. “Excuse me?”

“Sure, you’re handsome,but you hurt me.” Seth took his jacket off the moment he went into the room.

“When we fuck?” Domenicoeyed him as he locked the door and hung his coat on the hanger. He was temptedto pick up Seth’s jacket from the floor, but he wasn’t his maid.

“Yeah. I can still feelit, you fucker. I’m no flower, but I’m not... I haven’t done it before.” Sethfrowned and crossed his arms on his chest. It made the shirt look too small,and Dom almost smiled.

“If you want gentle, youneed to give yourself to me. Then I won’t have to fight you.” Seth Villani, theDon’s son and heir was his only. A delicious butt-virgin.

Seth shifted his weightfrom one foot to the other, looking as if he were evaluating the offer.“Okay... I suppose you know what you’re doing...”

Domenico bit his lip,fighting the urge to pet him. He really should invest in a stash of vodka.“Strip.”

Seth grinned at him andstarted slowly unbuttoning his shirt, as if waiting for applause, but Domenicowouldn’t clap. He just shrugged off his jacket followed by his shoes, quicklygetting rid of the socks as well. “Why so slow?”

That was enough toconfuse Seth. He looked away and quickly took off the shirt, moving behind thebed to untie his boots. The room seemed too small for him, the slope he wasstanding under forced him to slouch those broad shoulders and bow his head.Domenico bit his lip.

“You are...good-looking.”

Seth smirked, but didn’tlook at Dom while throwing his shoes to the side. “Took you so long to notice?”

“No. I thought it wasobvious.” Domenico licked his lip as he trailed his gaze down Seth’s hugetorso, down to that tight, hairy stomach. He wanted to lick it all over.

“Yep, I don’t work outfor nothing.” Seth straightened his back and spread his arms wide, as if toshowcase his size, but he ended up hitting himself on the head because of thelow ceiling.

Domenico chuckled andslowly unbuttoned the shirt. “Out with that ass.”

Seth rolled his eyes,but he didn’t lag and pulled down both his jeans and briefs in one go. Domenicowouldn’t say it outloud, but Seth’s cock was just as mouthwatering as hisbackside, and then there were his thighs: thick and sculpted like a Greekgod’s. He called Seth over with a gesture.

“You gonna snap yourfingers at me next?” Seth raised his eyebrows but came forward withouthesitation.

“We’ll see how well youcan be trained.” Domenico put his hands on Seth’s shoulders, gently tracingthem down his body. “Undress me.”

“Why? Cause I’m a‘dog’?” Seth sighed, but moved in closer, finishing the job on Dom’s shirt.

“No, because youneed...” Domenico sighed when Seth's fingers ignited sparks of pleasurewhenever they touched naked skin. “Structure.”

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”Seth struggled with the buttons but smiled at his own fingers.

“Because you don’t knowwhat to do anymore.” Domenico traced Seth’s stubbly cheeks with his thumbs,leaning close for a kiss.

“I know what to do,”Seth whispered into his lips and slid his hand to Dom’s crotch.

“Yeah?” Domenicoshrugged off his shirt and let it fall to the floor. The musky scent of Sethwas pulling on his nose and luring him into a trap. He was willing to goanyway.