TAKING OVER TROFIM (Dominion of Brothers series Book 4) (8 page)

“Then you better be packed and ready by the time I come over 'cause I have no intention of giving up one minute of our time, all the way until I have to drop you off at the airport.” Shay pushed them both off the door and opened it. “I’ll text you some instructions later.”

“Instructions?” Trofim questioned him.

“For romance.” He whispered with a soft smile, “My sweetheart wanted romance!” Shay leaned in leaving a quick peck on Trofim’s lips and stepped out, disappearing down the hall.

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That night Shay arrived at Trofim’s apartment right on schedule. He placed the bags of food and other items down on the kitchen table, his eyes scouting the rest of the apartment for his approval.

Everything looked as it was supposed to. The furniture pushed to the walls, a fluffy down comforter on the floor in the living room leaving just enough open space for some slow dancing. Even the candles that lined the living room, lighting it up n soft warm glows was the perfect touch he had hoped it would be.

Shay reached out taking Trofim’s jaw and gently drew him in, touching their noses for a lingering moment, finishing with a light kiss. Then moved to hugged him for a long moment. Soaking up the bliss he felt just being there, being back where he belonged with his Trofim. His heart pounding so hard in his chest, it nearly hurt.

He pressed a kiss to his sweetheart’s cheek then let go, grabbing a bouquet of flowers from one of the large bags and held them out to Trofim.

Trofim looked at the flowers with some surprise then shot Shay a wary glance before accepting them, his eyebrows going up, “You’re giving me flowers?”

“Sure, why not?” Shay grinned, pleased with himself for coming up with the romantic gesture.

“Because— it’s kinda silly?” Trofim’s response was said slowly, giving significance to each word as he said them. “I mean, I’m a guy, remember?”

“So what?” Shay shrugged indifferently about gender rules, “I realized I’d never done it before and I wanted to give you some.” He leaned in slamming a kiss into Trofim’s lips to silence any further protests of his
silly
romantic deeds.
He just wasn’t gonna have any of that. Five years was a long time to be without the one he loved. And having to convince Trofim to come back to him had been gut wrenching. Now, he wanted to make up for it all, with the love, the warmth and the silly— and oh yeah, the sex. Definitely the sex, because it was so damn good with this man.

“Mmmm, well then I guess I’m gonna have to find a way to thank you then, won’t I?” Trofim teased between smooching.

Shay let out a soft laugh, “Don’t worry, I have a list if things you can do.” He nibbled tenderly over Trofim’s lips then delved in deeper, licking over his lover’s tongue, sucking it into his mouth before letting it go, “First, let’s eat.”

“Smells good. What is it?” Trofim turned, stepping up to the table, and began nosing through the bags.

Shay pulled the covered aluminum take-out dishes out and set them out on the table as he explained. “It’s a cross between Italian and Cajun.”

“How does that work?”

Shay chuckled, “Looks like Italian, but very spicy.” Next, Shay popped open a bottle of reserve cabernet sauvignon and poured as Trofim offered up the wine glasses he’d been instructed to have out and ready. Arm and arm, they both sipped at their wine just enjoying the moment of being close. Being in each other’s arms. No rush, no demands, just having the first quiet moment back together.

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“Mmmm—” Trofim hummed after a long sip, “Wow, this is good.”

Shay handed over the bottle for further inspection, “It’s called Hypothesis. Made by a small vinery called Roots Run Deep Winery in Napa Valley.”

“Family connections?” He asked as he took another sip letting the strong, full body flavor with just a hint of fruit roll on his tongue before letting it go down.

“Mmm, no, patient.”

Trofim raised a questioning brow, “A
thanks for saving me
gift?”

Shay chuckled, “More like bribery. I told him he needed to lay off the wine.  This was his way of explaining why he can’t.”

“Nice touch. Next time you see him tell him to bring one more bottle and you’ll think about it.” Trofim laughed. Just then his stomach growled and he began looking over all the food. It looked good, it smelled even better, and his mouth watered to have the first taste of it. “I’m going to gain ten pounds eating this and then I won’t fit into my clothes at the showing.”

“No you won’t. I have a fully balanced evening planned out. See, watch this.” Shay grabbed a slice of the baguette already toasted with garlic butter, “See, first we take the bread—” he moved behind Trofim, pressing against him while his arms stayed around to either side, preparing a tantalizing sample bite of the meal, using only his fingers to serve it up. “Then we add some of the Cajun spaghetti.” Shay grabbed a thick pinch of the noodles laden with the spicy marinara sauce, piled it on the bread, topped it with a piece of meat shredded from a meatball, and brought it up to Trofim’s mouth, “Now open up.” And he fed the morsel into Trofim’s mouth while Shay kissed the back of his neck.

Trofim groaned instantly as he chewed. The spice and garlic saturating his taste buds; it was incredible. “
Mmmm
, oh damn, that’s good.” He hummed, dropping his head back against Shay’s shoulder. Enjoying the mix of flavors as well as Shay’s hands around him, sliding over his body, urging his senses to wake up for him. Trofim’s hand floated up to match the wandering movement of Shay’s. “
Mmmm
, and so’s that. That’s good too, baby.” Trofim twisted into Shay and they kissed.

Shay licked at the cacophony of flavors Trofim tasted on his tongue, while his lover’s hands were licking everywhere else. Working him up to a heady need that when Shay released him and leaned back to smile, Trofim was breathy like he’d ran down the block and back.

“See there? Your heart rate just went up. You’re already burning those calories off.”

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Trofim turned in Shay’s arms until they were face to face. He reached up, to catch the man’s face, and bring him back for another kiss. “Okay, so feed me.” Trofim licked at his lips, “Cock first.” Then dove in for a deep kiss. He rolled the growing erection in his pants into Shay’s already well-established one to further tempt him.

Shay gently nudged him off. “No. Food first. It’s better while it’s hot.”

“So is your body.” Though a firm look from Shay and Trofim dissented to what was
coming
first; Food then cock. Though he entertained the mental note to change a certain
coming
for a
cumming as soon as possible
.

“That will stay that way for a while. Food first.” Shay laughed, “I’m going to be inside you soon enough and then I’m not coming out all night.”

Trofim let out a soft pouty chuckle but gave up as Shay moved him back into his arms with Trofim’s back against Shay’s chest and they moved round the table piling up plates of food, grabbed the wine, and carried their dinner to their picnic spot in the living room.

Shay started up some slow music on the stereo to suit their mood, while they sat on the floor and proceeded to feed each other, intermittently kissing and some heavy frotting, until neither could hold back their lust for each other a second longer and their plates were forgotten.

Shay pulled Trofim to his feet and began swaying to the music while his hands did away with the buttons to Trofim’s shirt then took full advantage of the exposed chest. His fingers gliding over the smooth nearly hairless skin and rippled abs. Trofim’s hands were only a few steps behind him, mirroring them on Shay. In no time, their shirts were on the floor, and they wrapped around each other, feeding off each other’s body heat and kisses. They had all night to enjoy each other— there was no need to rush— then again
need
kept them from going too slow.

Trofim had Shay around the neck as he delivered a more succulent kiss. Their tongues gliding over one another in a move that sent a thrill of desire rippling through Shay’s body, and making him hard as a rock. Shay tightened his arms about Trofim, pulling his hips to grind against his own arousal, sending it into a pitched hunger where all Shay could feel and taste was Trofim.

Trofim managed to wiggle out of Shay’s tight hug so he could move down his neck and kept going, leaving a wet trail of kissing and nibbling as he did. His hands released the belt and unzipped the relaxed fit jeans, letting them drop down around Shay’s ankles. Trofim freed his lover’s cock from his briefs letting it fold out like a long spring board. Trofim’s eyes lit up at the sight of it. He’d nearly forgotten how beautiful it was. But not how big. It had taken months to get used to the hefty ten inches of steel. And granted while big wasn’t always everything, it certainly made it all the more to admire its beauty. Even its shape added to its allure, the way it stood straight out then arced slightly up. The mushroom cap flanged out like a thick rose petal and equally red at the moment. Trofim reveled in the sight of it. His mouth watering with the chance to trace each thick vein with his tongue, which ran across skin that felt like brushed silk, stretched tightly over an iron core.

Shay let out a hiss as Trofim’s tongue glided up the length of his shaft, then took the head into his mouth, and began sucking him while his hands worked over what Trofim couldn’t take orally. Shay reached down, brushing the wave of hair from Trofim’s face so he could watch. A pleasant curse escaped him as he watched his lover’s lips sliding down his hard shaft, feeling a trail of unbelievable pleasure in their wake.

Trofim took pleasure in giving it, and was rewarded with the sensual sounds of his lover’s heavy breaths tearing from his lungs. How strange yet welcoming it was to be here with Shay and feel as much or possibly even more than their last day of bliss as if nothing had ever torn them apart. Just some faint forgotten thought that left an impression; ensuring them that being without each other was a torture neither of them could stand to live with any longer.

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Shay pulled Trofim from his member, bringing him to his feet and latched onto him again with his arms locked around him. He buried his face in Trofim’s neck a long moment just breathing in his scent. Part human male, part some unknown cologne that he would have to remember to ask about later.

Shay’s heart once more pounding so hard from being with Trofim, he was certain it would burst from his chest. Good thing he was well on his way towards becoming a cardiothoracic surgeon.

Shay moved Trofim over to one of the chairs, and eased him down into it, then knelt before him and worked his way down Trofim’s chest. Creating a wet line down to Trofim’s rock solid cock. The broad glans already weeping with precum, in which Shay eagerly lapped up and made circles around it with his tongue, enjoying the hiss that came from his lover. He licked down Trofim’s length and back, lapping over his belly before repeating his journey over his partner’s turgid shaft.

“Damn, your mouth always feels so good. “ Trofim moaned as he tossed his head back and rocked his hips back and forth, trying to find his way deep into Shay’s mouth.

Shay always took that as a compliment and carried on delivering the attentive sucking until he had Trofim squirming, unable to sit still through it. Several times Trofim’s hand shot out to stop Shay, only to prod him to start again. Shay pulled off to laugh at him, “Which is it going to be, my love? Shall I suck you until your cumming in my mouth or shall I stop now?”

“Yes-s-s-s.” Trofim shifted some more in the chair then his hands reached out grabbing Shay’s head and pushed him back down to resume the oral attention on his erection, desperate to be devoured some more. Trofim lifted, jutting his hips up so his cock slapped against Shay’s mouth.

Shay took the defiant act worthy of some punishment. So he lapped at the sides of the hard shaft but never taking Trofim fully into his mouth. Next he took Trofim’s cock in his fist, and slapped the engorged end against his tongue several times, always keeping the full sensation of the glans being encased in his mouth from Trofim.

“Oh god, shit. Please.” Trofim cursed in between gasps. He thrust his hands down around his shaft, wrangling it from Shay’s hold and aimed it for his mouth.

Shay ignored the begging, simply enjoying what he was doing. He sucked at the tender skin under the frenum, then rolled his tongue around the bell curve, circling around the head, then up over the top, and speared the slit open with the tip of his tongue.

Trofim jackknifed in his seat, his hands tangling into Shay’s hair and pushed him to go all the way down. Shay finally obliged him, sucking the hard shaft all the way into his mouth, his tongue never ceasing to move. First wagging from side to side, then rolling in upward strokes along the veined under ridge as he withdrew, sucking every available drop of pre-cum out, rather than waiting for it to seep on its own.

Once again, Trofim jumped in place, enough that it interfered with Shay’s work. So Shay scooped up his lover’s legs into the crook of his arms and lifted them up until he was able to prop Trofim’s thighs to rest over his shoulders, rendering Trofim’s body at Shay’s mercy while he bobbed his head up and down, sucking and licking the man into a frenzy of overwhelming pleasure.

Trofim’s cock grew so hard and rigid it took some effort to pull it away from his belly. The release was so close, swelling with the impending explosion. Shay let the hard shaft leave his mouth with a loud pop and he watched with delight as it slapped against Trofim’s stomach. The departure earned him some cursing from his lover.

“Shit, shit, don’t stop now! Please. I’m so fucking close.” Trofim tossed his head. The mop of shaggy coffee colored hair fell in disarray over his eyes.

Shay ran his hands over Trofim’s cock, relishing in the pure pleasure of just looking at his lover’s dick like a molten piston rod. Trofim’s scrotal sack now a deep dark red was drawn up so tight you could hardly distinguish them from the jutting shaft. “Look at you—” he groaned, “So ready for me.”