The Pleasure Principle (Thirty-Two/Thirty-Five)
Title: The Pleasure Principle (Thirty-Two/Thirty-Five)
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: NC 17 overall, to be safe
Warnings: This part: language, slight angst.
Summary: Our boys are porn stars. Wait, why are you laughing?
Beta / Support: As always, the flawless dolce_piccante. I can't thank her enough.
Feedback: Is always appreciated, if you're so inclined. Either way, if you decide to read, I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no offense intended, this never happened, and no money is being made. 'Tis fiction, after all. Silver Star Studios and its inhabitants, however, are all mine.
Author's Note: There is no excuse for how late this is, but I can at least say with certainty that we are now nearing the end.
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen-a | Fourteen-b | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty | Twenty-One | Twenty-Two | Twenty-Three | Twenty-Four | Twenty-Five | Twenty-Six | Twenty-Seven | Twenty-Eight | TPP Xmas | Twenty-Nine | Thirty | Thirty-One
"Cut!"
"Tell them to dick off. I don't want to fucking cut," Dominic mumbles into my lips, shivering through the last remnants of his orgasm. He's doing much better than I am - I'm not capable of speech just yet - instead I push the wet hair back from his eyes and continue to pant into our kiss. "No way I'm done with you."
"Cut, guys."
"You drive me crazy," he continues. "I feel like I could go again. Right now." His hips press against my own in a gentle humping motion and I am dimly aware of something stiff pressing into my thigh. "You feel that?"
That gets my attention and drags me out of my pleasure-soaked fog. "Yeah?" Sure enough, I reach between us and he's hot, dripping with spunk and, amazingly, half-hard again.
"You know what I want now?"
I try to catch my breath as our eyes meet, shaking my head.
"I want to lick your wrecked little rim until you scream," he pants against my ear.
"Cut? Guys, we need to-"
"Give us a few, yeah?" I call out to the voice that keeps interrupting us as I throw a sheet over our bodies.
When we come up for air, finally, (after a shared shower and one of the best blow jobs I have ever had the fortune to be on the receiving end of), we're exhausted and a bit dismayed to be told that Lou is asking to see the two of us, immediately.
"What time is it, Matthew dear, light of my life?" Lou asks, eyes on his paperwork.
I glance at the clock and throw myself onto the couch in his office. "Um, 4:30."
"And, Dominic, you just now finished filming for today, yes?"
Dominic nods, glancing at me in a slightly confused manner.
"Very good then. Although, remind me, I thought that Set 4 was meant to be ready for Erickson's crew on Rimependance Day at 4:00 sharp?"
"Um... okay? Sure?"
Lou folds his hands and shakes his head with a wry smile. "Oh, you two little randy darlings. Gorgeous, yet utterly, utterly clueless. Whatever shall we do with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh dear, I don't know how to say it," Lou sighs, biting his lower lip. "Don't get me wrong, all of us here at Silver Star love the fact that you two are so into each other, hell, it's making for some amazing scenes in 28 Cocks Later. But, my wee lamby-lambs, you tend to, oh... how shall I put it? You have a tendency to bask in the afterglow, well-"
"What he's trying to say is that, while you don't mean to, you're costing us money, boys, with the googly-eyes and the spontaneous fucking and the not wanting to get out of bed when the scene is finished." Mort walks into the office and closes the door behind him. "Hans has been trying to think of a polite way to bring it up to you both but he also didn't want to hurt your feelings. Luckily, I have no such qualms."
"We do that? Do we do that? Really?" Dominic turns to me, wide-eyed and red-faced.
"We totally do," I nod.
"Well, shit."
"Wait, nobody is angry, Dom," Mort adds, "honestly. But, when it comes to production being backed up-"
"-among other things," Lou smirks.
"-it does affect everyone else around you. Just remember that from now on, yeah?"
"Sure. Yes," Dominic stammers.
I merely salute Mort and nod. "You got it, chief." It's then that Dominic's mobile rings and he excuses himself to take his call. Mort, Lou and I chat idly about food, orchid plants (Lou wants to add yet another one to his collection in memory of his beloved Mephistopheles) and leather ball gags.
"We're gonna be okay, aren't we?" I comment, before I can stop myself. "I mean us. And Dom. And... yeah..."
"Of course, silly," Lou answers in an annoyed-sounding tone, waving his hand at me as though I should not have expected any other outcome from the strange situation we found ourselves in these past few months.
Mort nods, "We are. Forgiveness is a sacred thing, and I want to make Dominic feel as welcome in our family as I can."
He means it, too. Mort has put his money where his mouth is, to use a bad pun. In the last month, especially, he has invited Dominic and I to the mansion for dinners, for afternoons playing tennis, for drinks and simply to spend time with us. It's made me extremely happy that Dominic has been receptive to Mort's efforts; it's helping to create a sense of family between us all.
We are well on our way to becoming a healthy, cohesive unit.
Quite a few minutes pass and I realize that Dominic is taking part in a phone call that has lasted at least twenty minutes, which is unlike him - he hates talking on the phone (except for when I'm talking him off, but that's another story). I excuse myself, with express orders from Lou to be sure to come by the mansion soon to try his new tiramisu recipe. Apparently, it will make me, and I quote, "flip my shit".
I'm still giggling over that when I come across Dominic sitting on the couch in the reception area looking like a lost little boy.
"You okay? You were gone for some time."
"It was Chris, finally."
"What? Is he okay? Back in town yet?" Dominic had been eager to meet up with Chris to find out what information he had to share, but Chris had been delayed getting back into town. It had made for a couple of nerve-filled days for Dominic.
"Yeah, he's okay; is still at his aunt's house, apparently she's not taking all of this very well. He said he couldn't go another day without telling me that his uncle is turning himself in, that-"
"The lawyer uncle, you mean? The one who-"
"He admits to altering Mr. Lincoln's will. Apparently Barrows was threatening his family with harm if he refused to comply."
"Wow, I just... he was blackmailing Chris' uncle? That's, I mean, who does that?!"
"Threatened his wife and son, apparently." Dominic shivers visibly. "I just, this is like something from out of a movie. Blackmail, deceit, it makes you wonder just how far Barrows was willing to go to keep his secret, you know? Could it have escalated to physical harm, like he threatened? It's hard to believe that kind of cruelty really exists."
"So, what happens now?'
"No clue. Chris says that once his uncle speaks to the authorities and provides them with the evidence they need, that it should only be a matter of time till they go after Barrows." Dominic bites his lip, his expression worried. "I hope the police will take into account that he, I mean, he was acting because his family was being threatened, not out of his own malice. Do you think that he'll be in very much trouble, Matt?"
There is something incredibly endearing to me that one of the first things Dominic admits to being concerned about, of all things, is Chris' uncle's welfare.
"Perhaps not - he was acting under duress, after all. And, at least he is willing to cooperate now. Are you okay?" I ask quietly.
"Me?"
"You."
"Yes? I think? Honestly, I still feel pretty detached from all of this."
"Have you ever stopped to think about what would happen if all of this turns out to be true and that you are, in fact, legal heir to and rightful owner of Thrace Productions?" I reach for his hand, Dominic turning to me with his face wearing an expression that I can't read. He looks equal parts embarrassed and confused.
"I... I guess?"
"Why do you say it like that?"
"I don't know, I just," he bites his lower lip, "it's not like it's anything I could have ever planned for, and it's not something I'm certain I could handle effectively, you know? I have no experience in running a business of any kind, let alone a film studio. I don't know if I'm made for it, to be honest... or if I would want the responsibility."
"You could do it."
"You seem so sure about that."
"I am."
"How?"
"Believing in the most important person in my life is the easiest thing in the world."
"Apart from my parents, I've never had anyone believe in me the way you do."
"Well, you got lucky, really," I fake-yawn in as indifferent a manner as I can muster, "I was bored and you seemed like a nice little project to pass my time." I can't keep the act up for long, though, because the need to touch this man who has stolen my heart so completely outweighs my lame attempt to be funny. I bring his hand to my lips and press a kiss to the inside of his wrist, followed by a nibble.
"Hey. Matt," he whispers, squeezing my hand.
"Hey. Dom."
"I think you're pretty neat."
"Yeah?"
Dominic nods, his eyes flashing that bashful gaze at me that I can't get enough of.
"I kinda dig you too," I admit as he links our fingers together. "Let's get out of here, take your mind off all of this for a bit, yeah?"
About an hour later, after a dinner of greasy, decadent pizza, I take Dominic to one of my favorite places on the planet. I turn my head from where I am laying face down and am greeted with the sight of his naked body as he hops onto the table next to me. Como's is my favorite salon on the planet, end of discussion. A lovely lesbian couple, Siobhan and Madeline, have been in business for nearly a decade now and they have built a great customer base. They are friendly, professional, and offer a myriad of services from the therapeutic (massages, yoga, etc.) to the aesthetic (manicures, waxings, etc.). After introducing Dominic to them both, we were escorted to the back of the establishment to be given their personal attention.
"When you decide to take a guy's mind off of something, you really do go all out, don't you?"
"I'm sorry, Dom," I groan as Siobhan massages my back so expertly that I think I may actually pass out from the sheer bliss of it, "Matthew isn't here right now."
"Matthew, you flatter me, as always. I'm always telling Maddy, if I were into men I would climb you like a tree, you pretty bitch."
"It's true, Matt, I hear that all the damn time! But, Dominic, can I just say that you have one of the most gorgeous man-bushes I've ever laid eyes on," Madeline comments, her eyes sweeping across Dominic's body. "Seriously. So smartly trimmed! Do you do this yourself or do you have a stylist?"
Dominic raises up on his elbows and checks out the area in question. "Oh! Really? Thanks! I mean, wait - a stylist? For my pubes? Fuck, no! Actually, is that really a thing?"
"Certainly! I have had other clients who work in the same industry as you who have indeed hired personal stylists for this very reason."
"Dude, can you imagine that being your job, to trim people's junk for a living?" he whispers to me as Madeline applies wax to his crotch carefully.
"Nobody's allowed to get that up close and personal with your gorgeous man-bush except me. And well, the guys at work," I smirk.
"Well, duh," Dominic mumbles, biting back a grin as Madeline continues her work.
"Christ, you two are fucking adorable and criminally hot at the same time," Siobhan sighs.
The next day we aren't due at Silver Star until mid-afternoon. We have a couple of scenes to redo for 28 Cocks Later, which will officially put a wrap on production of our first film together. Before we wander into make-up I spot Carson in one of the dressing rooms and we decide to say hello. He looks up as we walk in.
"What's up, divas?"
"Very little," Dominic replies, grabbing a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, "yourself?"
"Gentlemen, I am indulging," he announces, producing a one of the largest boxes of chocolates that I have ever seen in my life, "in what can only be described as a metric fuckton of expensive French chocolates and, therefore, I am fantastic!"
Instantly, Dominic and I advance on him. "Woah, woah, begone you vultures!"
"Chocolates? That box looks big enough to hold a small child!"
"Carson. Carson. This is extremely important... do any of the chocolates in this box contain salted caramel," Dominic asks gravely, "because if so, I am prepared to give you my fucking car for them."
"Hmm. Perhaps. What kind of car do you drive, again?"
"Carson, sharing is caring," I remind him sweetly before pulling out the big guns in the form of one of my trademark pouts.
Carson narrows his eyes at me, but only for a moment. He grins. "Actually, they're for all of us. As in, you, me, and Dominic! It was out front in reception when I got here not long ago, addressed to the three of us." We sit down next to him on the couch as he passes us the card, which simply reads:
Sweets for MY sweets, because it's been too long! xx
"Now, at this point you might say, 'Hey, Carson, maybe you should have waited until we were all here to open it', and in response I would most likely say, 'Hey, Matt and Dom, fucketh off'. I am only human, and my love of chocolates is rivaled only by my love of dick."
"Look at my fabulous kittens, all in a gorgeous, porny row, talking about dick. It warms my heart, and it tickles my balls just a wee bit... and I gotta say, that's new, and a little weird."
The sassy voice in the doorway comes to us suddenly; it's a voice that is welcome because it is achingly familiar. Together, we look up and into the smiling green eyes of easily the last person any of us thought it could possibly have been. Dominic gapes, understanding dawning in his eyes in the form of a shocked smile. He nods at the visitor, and the visitor nods and bows to him in response.
"Dominic! And, ooh, my gift arrived already, perfect!"
Carson positively screams with joy and throws the chocolates aside in an epically gay representation of giddy bliss. My heart pounding, I stand and simply shake my head in wonder as my mind finally processes what, or rather who, is standing right in front of me.
"That's right, bitches, Drink it in, 'cause-"
"Oh, my sweet fuck," I laugh, one hand covering my mouth.
"-Daddy's home," David grins, opening his arms wide. "Did you miss me?"
Author: millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: NC 17 overall, to be safe
Warnings: This part: language, slight angst.
Summary: Our boys are porn stars. Wait, why are you laughing?
Beta / Support: As always, the flawless dolce_piccante. I can't thank her enough.
Feedback: Is always appreciated, if you're so inclined. Either way, if you decide to read, I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no offense intended, this never happened, and no money is being made. 'Tis fiction, after all. Silver Star Studios and its inhabitants, however, are all mine.
Author's Note: There is no excuse for how late this is, but I can at least say with certainty that we are now nearing the end.
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen | Fourteen-a | Fourteen-b | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen | Nineteen | Twenty | Twenty-One | Twenty-Two | Twenty-Three | Twenty-Four | Twenty-Five | Twenty-Six | Twenty-Seven | Twenty-Eight | TPP Xmas | Twenty-Nine | Thirty | Thirty-One
"Cut!"
"Tell them to dick off. I don't want to fucking cut," Dominic mumbles into my lips, shivering through the last remnants of his orgasm. He's doing much better than I am - I'm not capable of speech just yet - instead I push the wet hair back from his eyes and continue to pant into our kiss. "No way I'm done with you."
"Cut, guys."
"You drive me crazy," he continues. "I feel like I could go again. Right now." His hips press against my own in a gentle humping motion and I am dimly aware of something stiff pressing into my thigh. "You feel that?"
That gets my attention and drags me out of my pleasure-soaked fog. "Yeah?" Sure enough, I reach between us and he's hot, dripping with spunk and, amazingly, half-hard again.
"You know what I want now?"
I try to catch my breath as our eyes meet, shaking my head.
"I want to lick your wrecked little rim until you scream," he pants against my ear.
"Cut? Guys, we need to-"
"Give us a few, yeah?" I call out to the voice that keeps interrupting us as I throw a sheet over our bodies.
When we come up for air, finally, (after a shared shower and one of the best blow jobs I have ever had the fortune to be on the receiving end of), we're exhausted and a bit dismayed to be told that Lou is asking to see the two of us, immediately.
"What time is it, Matthew dear, light of my life?" Lou asks, eyes on his paperwork.
I glance at the clock and throw myself onto the couch in his office. "Um, 4:30."
"And, Dominic, you just now finished filming for today, yes?"
Dominic nods, glancing at me in a slightly confused manner.
"Very good then. Although, remind me, I thought that Set 4 was meant to be ready for Erickson's crew on Rimependance Day at 4:00 sharp?"
"Um... okay? Sure?"
Lou folds his hands and shakes his head with a wry smile. "Oh, you two little randy darlings. Gorgeous, yet utterly, utterly clueless. Whatever shall we do with you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Oh dear, I don't know how to say it," Lou sighs, biting his lower lip. "Don't get me wrong, all of us here at Silver Star love the fact that you two are so into each other, hell, it's making for some amazing scenes in 28 Cocks Later. But, my wee lamby-lambs, you tend to, oh... how shall I put it? You have a tendency to bask in the afterglow, well-"
"What he's trying to say is that, while you don't mean to, you're costing us money, boys, with the googly-eyes and the spontaneous fucking and the not wanting to get out of bed when the scene is finished." Mort walks into the office and closes the door behind him. "Hans has been trying to think of a polite way to bring it up to you both but he also didn't want to hurt your feelings. Luckily, I have no such qualms."
"We do that? Do we do that? Really?" Dominic turns to me, wide-eyed and red-faced.
"We totally do," I nod.
"Well, shit."
"Wait, nobody is angry, Dom," Mort adds, "honestly. But, when it comes to production being backed up-"
"-among other things," Lou smirks.
"-it does affect everyone else around you. Just remember that from now on, yeah?"
"Sure. Yes," Dominic stammers.
I merely salute Mort and nod. "You got it, chief." It's then that Dominic's mobile rings and he excuses himself to take his call. Mort, Lou and I chat idly about food, orchid plants (Lou wants to add yet another one to his collection in memory of his beloved Mephistopheles) and leather ball gags.
"We're gonna be okay, aren't we?" I comment, before I can stop myself. "I mean us. And Dom. And... yeah..."
"Of course, silly," Lou answers in an annoyed-sounding tone, waving his hand at me as though I should not have expected any other outcome from the strange situation we found ourselves in these past few months.
Mort nods, "We are. Forgiveness is a sacred thing, and I want to make Dominic feel as welcome in our family as I can."
He means it, too. Mort has put his money where his mouth is, to use a bad pun. In the last month, especially, he has invited Dominic and I to the mansion for dinners, for afternoons playing tennis, for drinks and simply to spend time with us. It's made me extremely happy that Dominic has been receptive to Mort's efforts; it's helping to create a sense of family between us all.
We are well on our way to becoming a healthy, cohesive unit.
Quite a few minutes pass and I realize that Dominic is taking part in a phone call that has lasted at least twenty minutes, which is unlike him - he hates talking on the phone (except for when I'm talking him off, but that's another story). I excuse myself, with express orders from Lou to be sure to come by the mansion soon to try his new tiramisu recipe. Apparently, it will make me, and I quote, "flip my shit".
I'm still giggling over that when I come across Dominic sitting on the couch in the reception area looking like a lost little boy.
"You okay? You were gone for some time."
"It was Chris, finally."
"What? Is he okay? Back in town yet?" Dominic had been eager to meet up with Chris to find out what information he had to share, but Chris had been delayed getting back into town. It had made for a couple of nerve-filled days for Dominic.
"Yeah, he's okay; is still at his aunt's house, apparently she's not taking all of this very well. He said he couldn't go another day without telling me that his uncle is turning himself in, that-"
"The lawyer uncle, you mean? The one who-"
"He admits to altering Mr. Lincoln's will. Apparently Barrows was threatening his family with harm if he refused to comply."
"Wow, I just... he was blackmailing Chris' uncle? That's, I mean, who does that?!"
"Threatened his wife and son, apparently." Dominic shivers visibly. "I just, this is like something from out of a movie. Blackmail, deceit, it makes you wonder just how far Barrows was willing to go to keep his secret, you know? Could it have escalated to physical harm, like he threatened? It's hard to believe that kind of cruelty really exists."
"So, what happens now?'
"No clue. Chris says that once his uncle speaks to the authorities and provides them with the evidence they need, that it should only be a matter of time till they go after Barrows." Dominic bites his lip, his expression worried. "I hope the police will take into account that he, I mean, he was acting because his family was being threatened, not out of his own malice. Do you think that he'll be in very much trouble, Matt?"
There is something incredibly endearing to me that one of the first things Dominic admits to being concerned about, of all things, is Chris' uncle's welfare.
"Perhaps not - he was acting under duress, after all. And, at least he is willing to cooperate now. Are you okay?" I ask quietly.
"Me?"
"You."
"Yes? I think? Honestly, I still feel pretty detached from all of this."
"Have you ever stopped to think about what would happen if all of this turns out to be true and that you are, in fact, legal heir to and rightful owner of Thrace Productions?" I reach for his hand, Dominic turning to me with his face wearing an expression that I can't read. He looks equal parts embarrassed and confused.
"I... I guess?"
"Why do you say it like that?"
"I don't know, I just," he bites his lower lip, "it's not like it's anything I could have ever planned for, and it's not something I'm certain I could handle effectively, you know? I have no experience in running a business of any kind, let alone a film studio. I don't know if I'm made for it, to be honest... or if I would want the responsibility."
"You could do it."
"You seem so sure about that."
"I am."
"How?"
"Believing in the most important person in my life is the easiest thing in the world."
"Apart from my parents, I've never had anyone believe in me the way you do."
"Well, you got lucky, really," I fake-yawn in as indifferent a manner as I can muster, "I was bored and you seemed like a nice little project to pass my time." I can't keep the act up for long, though, because the need to touch this man who has stolen my heart so completely outweighs my lame attempt to be funny. I bring his hand to my lips and press a kiss to the inside of his wrist, followed by a nibble.
"Hey. Matt," he whispers, squeezing my hand.
"Hey. Dom."
"I think you're pretty neat."
"Yeah?"
Dominic nods, his eyes flashing that bashful gaze at me that I can't get enough of.
"I kinda dig you too," I admit as he links our fingers together. "Let's get out of here, take your mind off all of this for a bit, yeah?"
About an hour later, after a dinner of greasy, decadent pizza, I take Dominic to one of my favorite places on the planet. I turn my head from where I am laying face down and am greeted with the sight of his naked body as he hops onto the table next to me. Como's is my favorite salon on the planet, end of discussion. A lovely lesbian couple, Siobhan and Madeline, have been in business for nearly a decade now and they have built a great customer base. They are friendly, professional, and offer a myriad of services from the therapeutic (massages, yoga, etc.) to the aesthetic (manicures, waxings, etc.). After introducing Dominic to them both, we were escorted to the back of the establishment to be given their personal attention.
"When you decide to take a guy's mind off of something, you really do go all out, don't you?"
"I'm sorry, Dom," I groan as Siobhan massages my back so expertly that I think I may actually pass out from the sheer bliss of it, "Matthew isn't here right now."
"Matthew, you flatter me, as always. I'm always telling Maddy, if I were into men I would climb you like a tree, you pretty bitch."
"It's true, Matt, I hear that all the damn time! But, Dominic, can I just say that you have one of the most gorgeous man-bushes I've ever laid eyes on," Madeline comments, her eyes sweeping across Dominic's body. "Seriously. So smartly trimmed! Do you do this yourself or do you have a stylist?"
Dominic raises up on his elbows and checks out the area in question. "Oh! Really? Thanks! I mean, wait - a stylist? For my pubes? Fuck, no! Actually, is that really a thing?"
"Certainly! I have had other clients who work in the same industry as you who have indeed hired personal stylists for this very reason."
"Dude, can you imagine that being your job, to trim people's junk for a living?" he whispers to me as Madeline applies wax to his crotch carefully.
"Nobody's allowed to get that up close and personal with your gorgeous man-bush except me. And well, the guys at work," I smirk.
"Well, duh," Dominic mumbles, biting back a grin as Madeline continues her work.
"Christ, you two are fucking adorable and criminally hot at the same time," Siobhan sighs.
The next day we aren't due at Silver Star until mid-afternoon. We have a couple of scenes to redo for 28 Cocks Later, which will officially put a wrap on production of our first film together. Before we wander into make-up I spot Carson in one of the dressing rooms and we decide to say hello. He looks up as we walk in.
"What's up, divas?"
"Very little," Dominic replies, grabbing a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, "yourself?"
"Gentlemen, I am indulging," he announces, producing a one of the largest boxes of chocolates that I have ever seen in my life, "in what can only be described as a metric fuckton of expensive French chocolates and, therefore, I am fantastic!"
Instantly, Dominic and I advance on him. "Woah, woah, begone you vultures!"
"Chocolates? That box looks big enough to hold a small child!"
"Carson. Carson. This is extremely important... do any of the chocolates in this box contain salted caramel," Dominic asks gravely, "because if so, I am prepared to give you my fucking car for them."
"Hmm. Perhaps. What kind of car do you drive, again?"
"Carson, sharing is caring," I remind him sweetly before pulling out the big guns in the form of one of my trademark pouts.
Carson narrows his eyes at me, but only for a moment. He grins. "Actually, they're for all of us. As in, you, me, and Dominic! It was out front in reception when I got here not long ago, addressed to the three of us." We sit down next to him on the couch as he passes us the card, which simply reads:
Sweets for MY sweets, because it's been too long! xx
"Now, at this point you might say, 'Hey, Carson, maybe you should have waited until we were all here to open it', and in response I would most likely say, 'Hey, Matt and Dom, fucketh off'. I am only human, and my love of chocolates is rivaled only by my love of dick."
"Look at my fabulous kittens, all in a gorgeous, porny row, talking about dick. It warms my heart, and it tickles my balls just a wee bit... and I gotta say, that's new, and a little weird."
The sassy voice in the doorway comes to us suddenly; it's a voice that is welcome because it is achingly familiar. Together, we look up and into the smiling green eyes of easily the last person any of us thought it could possibly have been. Dominic gapes, understanding dawning in his eyes in the form of a shocked smile. He nods at the visitor, and the visitor nods and bows to him in response.
"Dominic! And, ooh, my gift arrived already, perfect!"
Carson positively screams with joy and throws the chocolates aside in an epically gay representation of giddy bliss. My heart pounding, I stand and simply shake my head in wonder as my mind finally processes what, or rather who, is standing right in front of me.
"That's right, bitches, Drink it in, 'cause-"
"Oh, my sweet fuck," I laugh, one hand covering my mouth.
"-Daddy's home," David grins, opening his arms wide. "Did you miss me?"