You sit on the sofa for less than a minute and you’ve just turned on the TV as Dom enters. Not that this surprises you. He sits down next to you. He draws his legs towards his body, resting his chin on his knees. He watches you eating your sandwich.
“Oh,” you say, “So, here for apologising?”
“You won’t live through it, Lij.”
“I will, be sure.”
Dom shakes his head. “No, you won’t. Right now in this moment, you are thinking of the opportunity to kiss me.” You stare on the TV screen, not at all thinking of kissing Dom. No.
“Do you think what it would be like to kiss me now? You could do it…no problem…”
He licks his lips. You watch him out of the corners of your eyes.
“You look like a whore, Dom. I’m not interested.” You try to concentrate on Roadrunner, wondering if the Coyote will get him. Much more interesting than Dom’s lips. My, those lips…
He changes his position, drawing nearer. His lips almost brush your neck. You can feel his warm and moist breath as he says huskily: “Imagine what it would be like to kiss me. You could taste me. You could nibble on my lower lip. You like to do that. You’d put your hands under my shirt…”
“I wouldn’t.”
“You would. I’m speaking out of experience. You’d put your hands under my shirt and rub your thumbs across my nipples. I’d get out of my T-shirt, then. You would lower your head over my chest, lick my nipples, you know, sucking on them…cause that is what you like, sucking, isn’t it? You’ll close your lips around them, Lij, and you’ll suck and I will very much appreciate it.”
“Indeed.”
“Yes, indeed. Then you will move further down, Lij, you’ll stick your tongue in my belly button before you open these jeans and find my dick there.”
“Dom, that’s disgusting, I’m still eating here,” you complain, trying to let your voice sound profound, hiding the shivers that go through your body and ignoring the feeling that is rising in your stomach. You will stand to what you said.
“Then you’ll suck my cock, Lij,” Dom continues. You swallow hard. “Can you imagine what it is like to suck it? You like that, don’t you? You love my hard cock up your throat, no? Love to work on it with your tongue, slowly first, teasing me, then faster and faster and…”
“Dom, shut the fuck up.” You are blushing and you know it. Why are you blushing now? Wrong timing. The smirk on Dom’s face shows you that he has seen you blushing, too. He seems to be having a whole lot of fun here, the little bugger. Why did you get a boyfriend that is so fucking obscene?
“Mmmh, Lijah, I like it when you suck me off…God…yes…Lijah…that’s…yes…” He moans and groans and breathes hard. He’s putting on a real show next to you. Okay, you realise that at least his arousal is not faked, you can see he’s really hard, the bulge in his jeans is just too obvious. Just like yours. Fuck. Suddenly he reaches down to his jeans, unbuttoning it. “Am so hard…need to do something about it,” he says, his eyes closed.
“Oh, nooo, Dom, you won’t be jerking off here in front of me. No way.” This is going too far. You have regained your self-control. Maybe.
“But…”
“No. Go to the bathroom. The bedroom. Anywhere. Not. Here.”
“I’d do so, but…” and his eyes go down your body, resting on your crotch, “it seems you have a problem, too, so what will you do if I leave? Why not work this out together?” He looks at you with his puppy eyes. You sigh.
“Because you are a fucking idiot and I won’t always give in to you.”
He smiles. “Giving in is quite easy,” Dom says while he puts a finger under your chin so you look straight into his eyes. Then he moves the hand slowly down your body, letting it rest right over your aching erection.
“And it’s not necessarily something bad, you’ll see.”
Then his tongue slides out, licking the little spot right behind your earlobe that he knows makes you insane. “C’mon,” he whispers. “Give in. Suck my cock, then I’ll suck yours in return. Deal? I promise I’ll tell nobody that you cannot resist my attractions.”
You face him. By the glow in his eyes you can see that he knows he has won. And you know it, too. His tongue on your neck, his damp breath near your ear, his low voice, his hand between your legs, moving…damned. He always wins. You always give in. But can anyone blame you for that? You don’t think so. Your boyfriend is not only obscene but the hottest guy you ever met. And an awesome lover. You should take advantage of that fact. It’s your right. So you lean over suddenly, grabbing his head with both hands to pull him nearer. Then you kiss him hard, almost aggressive, wanting, demanding, giving in.
“You’re right, that could be the role of my life. Anyway, I need some practice,” you say while you work on removing his jeans. As you lower your head over his crotch, he says: “Okay, maybe I’ll tell Billy about this. He’ll laugh his ass off.” He’ll always be a teasing pisser, you think, but ignore his words. That’s why you love him, isn’t it?