Dom grinned unrepentantly. "Gotta have something to suck on." Karl's lips closed around the lollipop -- suck, swirl, tongue turning bright blue, lips stained with juice -- and Dom's eyes followed the tiny ball as it disappeared, popped back out. "I can think of better things." "Can you?" Dom asked, voice dropping. "Mmhmm." Karl took one last lick of the blowpop, handed it back to Dom. "Find me later...I'll tell you all about it." Dom swallowed hard, the lollipop forgotten. * * * Dom found Karl at the bar, chatting up some blonde bimbo. "Nasty habit," he remarked, stealing Karl's drink. "Rot your liver." "You think so?" Karl turned amused eyes to Dom, bimbo forgotten. "Mmhmm." Dom idly ran his finger over the rim of the glass, collecting moisture. "What if I enjoy it?" Dom traced his finger over parted lips, inwardly grinned when Karl's eyes darkened. "I could give you something better," he promised, stepping closer. Karl rested his hand on Dom's hip, nipped gently on Dom's ear. "Turning the tables?" Dom shivered at the whisper. "And if I am?" Karl smiled. * * * Dom's head hit the wall -- hard thump -- and he bit back his moan. "Fuck..." Karl slid up Dom's body, licking lips still wet with come, and grinned. "Nasty habit," he grinned, zipping up Dom's slacks with careful, practiced ease. "Nah, the protein is good for you." Oh, good, a coherent sentence. "Lucky for me, since I can't get enough of it." Dom turned obediently into Karl's kiss, ran loving fingers through silky hair. "Lucky for both of us," he murmured, resting his head on Karl's shoulder. "Ready to head back?" Dom snuggled further into Karl's embrace. "In a minute."
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