Page 33 of Counterpoint
“Yet here you are.”
A slow nod. “But so are you.”
Adrian so wanted to take this man apart. Instead, he reached across the table and offered his hand.
Dominic took it, and his lips hitched up. “For the record, it’s kinda nice, this not being a one-time thing.”
Good. So very good.
When their meals came, Adrian thoroughly enjoyed his steak and the soft, appreciative noises Dominic made while he ate. The flutter of his eyes, and the slow swallows. It wasn’t a show at all—likely Dominic didn’t even know how expressive he was.
The wine had mellowed his stare, though left it more heated. Dominic was emboldened, too, that solid core showing through the blush when he trailed his foot up the back of Adrian’s leg.
Oh yes, this night was perfect so far. “How do you feel about dessert?”
A smirk. “Gonna feed it to me?”
“Yes.” The reply was simple, straightforward, and made Dominic’s eyes widen.
He sat up a little straighter. “Here?”
“Yes, here.”
“You wouldn’t!” He looked around the dining room and gestured. “I mean—”
Adrian tilted his head and let his smile widen. “It’s not like I’m asking you to kneel down and suck my dick.”
A visible shudder ran through Dominic. “Yes, it is.” His voice was low and rough. “It’s exactly like that, just—less obvious.”
“Will you? Lick lemon tart from my fork?”
Dominic’s cheeks were red, and he shifted in his seat. “Fuck yes. Do me.”
This time Adrian clamped down on the laughter, but his face ached from grinning and his heart soared when Dominic smiled widely. If he had to guess, those very expensive dress pants of his were tenting nicely.
When the waiter came, he ordered a lemon tart. One fork.
Such a treat to have Dominic lean forward so much he had to lift his ass off the chair to claim what Adrian offered. And the blush, and the throaty little whimper, and the wide eyes. Dominic was a blushing, squirming, well-dressed mess by the time they finished dessert. And yes, it was very, very much like having Dominic on his knees before him.
Maybe even a little better, since the restaurant couldn’t exactly throw them out for something het couples did all the time at eateries.
Adrian left a large tip on their large check, and led Dominic out of the place. His own cock had been hard as a rock during Dominic’s show and still wasn’t completely down again. “If I didn’t know better,” he murmured in Dominic’s ear, “I’d think you were an exhibitionist.”
Oh, the blush. “I’m not really. You just...” His eyes were a bit glassy. “I like how I feel when you do this to me.”
Adrian shifted his hand from the top of Dominic’s back to the small of it. “So do I.”
He’d never quite done this kind of subtle domination before, since he’d never dated anyone remotely like Dominic before. Hardly dated at all.
Walking through Manhattan with Dominic Bradley all strung out and half into subspace? Pure bliss. Adrian led him down into the subway, and there he could tell Dominic was used enough to the city. Every motion was automatic and normal, like someone who’d ridden the trains for years.
There was also a spark in those eyes now, one that drove Adrian’s pulse up, because there was the flame he glimpsed in Dominic sometimes.
While they waited on the platform for the train that would take them back to Brooklyn, Dominic slid close and ran a finger down Adrian’s tie. “Thank you for dinner. And especially dessert.” He angled his lips close and just brushed them over Adrian’s. It would have been a gentle kiss, except that Dominic’s palm slid low and pressed against Adrian, hard and right over his cock. “Though I wonder...” he murmured, his lips brushing Adrian’s with every word. “What would have happened if you had asked me to suck your cock?”
“Knowing you,” Adrian replied, trailing fingertips over Dominic’s face, “you would have. You’re not as shy as you let on, Mr. Bradley.”
A surprised laugh. “I am, really, I am.”
