“I heard what he had to say. And I’m not mad at Dominic. I understand nothing was going on. And you know these reactions have nothing to do with him. But I do have a question, I’m not sure if you know the answer though.”

“Okay?”

“Do you know anything about Dominic’s family? Call it morbid curiosity, but I want to know how he looks like a clone of –“

“Don’t say his name. I won’t have you using your pretty lips to say such filthy words. And no, I don’t know much about his family. But Roy might know something. We can ask him.” The smallest of smiles played at my lips hearing Markus compare his name to ‘filthy words’. If he won’t have me say it, I won’t even think it.

“Okay, I can ask him.” I nodded.

Markus snuggled his cheek down to my chest, and I hugged him to me for a while… until I realized I heard clanging around in the kitchen, and could still smell some amazing food cooking.

“Who the hell –”

“Mmm.” Markus groaned in a warning type of way.

“Sorry, who’s in the kitchen?” I asked, not taking Markus’s calmness into account as I sort of got worried we had intruders… intruders who are cooking in the kitchen…

“Roy and Vincent. I texted them a while ago and they said they wanted to do whatever they could to help, so I stayed in bed and held you, and they came over to cook dinner. Because we need to get up and eat, we can’t skip two meals, and we already skipped lunch.”

I was very grateful to have met such loving people. I couldn’t believe they went out of their way to come here and make dinner for us just because I had another panic attack. I’ve never felt so much love before. As I started thinking about how loved I felt, I remembered that it was only a few hours ago that Markus and I finally told each other we love one another. My body began to react as I remembered the love he’d started to show my body, that we never were able to finish.

“Feeling much better now I see.” Markus chuckled as his warm hand teased my hardening cock.

This time I wanted to give Markus pleasure, like he’d given me, house guests be damned. I was going to get what I wanted, and I wouldn’t let Roy and Vincent being here deter me from getting it. I, surprisingly easily, maneuvered us so that I was on top of him now. He looked up at me with a hot smirk.

“What are you up to, Mio Tesoro?” Markus asked huskily.

I leaned forward getting closer to his face, and keeping my eyes locked on his, “I want to suck your cock, Papà. Then when you’re all nice a slick from my mouth, I want to ride you into oblivion.” I told him confidently. I felt his own cock stiffen up beneath me.

“Fuck, baby. Who taught you to speak like that?”

“You did, Papà. I need to say what I want clearly.” I smiled sweetly at him. He gave me a hungry, dominating look.

“Damn right I did. You’re such a good boy telling me what you want like that. Now show me how good you can be for me.” He praised me, and it made me feel giddy. I loved being praised.

“Yes Papà.” I answered, sliding myself down his body.

I licked from his sack all the way up to the head, then took him into my mouth until he hit the back of my throat. Markus moaned, and tangled his fingers into my hair. I began bobbing my head, making sure to let out enough saliva to make his cock dripping wet… literally. Strings of my spit dripped down his sack, and onto the sheets beneath him. I probably managed to go for five minutes straight before needing to give my jaw a quick break and letting my hands take over.

“My god your mouth feels incredible. You’re getting so fucking good at that.” Markus praised me again. My cheeks heated more. I wanted him to keep praising me, so I put my mouth back to work, which was only a few more minutes until he was yanking me up and ordering me to ride him now. I was happy to comply. And I was still feeling plenty loose from our earlier endeavor that I had no need to waste time stretching. I slipped his cock right in, and sat all the way down. We both moaned in tandem.

“That’s my good boy.” Markus said, grabbing my hips and watching my face as I smiled at his praise.

I began bouncing in a slow rhythm to start. I leaned forward, pressing our chests together, his hands moving to my ass. I could feel him trying to control the movements now, he wanted me to go faster, so I did. Until I couldn’t anymore. Then I leaned back and began grinding on him, making his cock hit every right spot inside me. Oh god it felt so good.

“You’re making Papà feel so good, Mio Tesoro.” Markus’s voice was so deep and it made me feel hot all over.

“That’s it, just like that, you’re doing so good. That’s my good boy.” Markus kept letting out praise after praise, and it made me feel ten feet tall how good it was to hear them.

“Thank you Papà.” I finally managed to remember my manners, sitting upright again. I began bouncing at a fast pace again, this time I rode until we both moaned in orgasm. Markus dipped his fingers in the spunk I’d released on his abs then stuck them into his own mouth.

“Fuck, baby. You know you’re my favorite flavor? You taste so damn good.”

“I’m sure the dinner your loving, caring, best friends, worked hard on tastes better then semen.” Vincent’s playfully teasing tone made me jump like a teenage who’d just been caught doing the unthinkable. Markus quickly pulled the sheet over my waist to cover my ass and where we were still connected.

“I bet your dinner tastes amazing, and we’re both very grateful. But Owen will always be my favorite thing to eat.” Markus’s tone was seductive, and it sent heat through my body once more. “Now if you don’t mind, we haven’t exactly had the exhibitionist talk yet, so could you give us some privacy please?”

I gulped and flushed in embarrassment… ‘exhibitionist talk’ ?! What was that supposed to mean?! Did he want us to be exhibitionists or something? I did not like the idea of being nude in front of people I didn’t know… memories of the harassment I suffered started flooding my mind yet again, and I mindlessly moved away from Markus, taking the sheet with me. I could feel myself starting to shut down again. I vaguely registered the sound of Markus’s voice telling Vincent to leave the room.

“..wen? .. kay?”

I look at Markus’s face but I wasn’t really seeing clearly. All I could see was a blurry field of color. I was look straight through Markus. I felt warmth on my shoulders.

“OWEN!” Markus shouted, shaking my shoulders. I blinked, causing tears to fall, and finally became aware again.

“Huh?”

“Owen, are you okay? What happened?” Markus asked frantically.

“I – uh…” What if I told Markus I didn’t want to show off our sex and he decided I was too boring? I didn’t want to lose him… “I’m fine. Just… another panic attack.” I avoided the whole truth, but didn’t technically lie.

But it was very clear Markus was not buying that, “Owen, talk to me. Tell me what’s happening up here.” He tapped gently on my head.

“It’s nothing.” I pulled away from him.

“Owen, please?” Markus pleaded concerned, pulling my wrist gently to pull me back toward him.

“It’s nothing, Markus. I’m fine.” I pulled my wrist away again, knowing well I had not been any sort of convincing with the way I just reacted.

I didn’t wait for him to reply again. I got up and threw on a pair of lounge pants and left the bedroom without giving him a second glance. I wasn’t mad or anything, even I could admit I was more scared than any other emotion right now. As I made my way to the kitchen, I saw Roy and Vincent huddled at the far side whispering to each other, until they saw me. They both immediately stopped whispering as soon as I walked into the kitchen. Real smooth guys. Way to make it clear you were whispering about me.

“Hey, you okay? We heard Markus shouting your name after I left the room. I didn’t think I should go back in there after he asked me to leave though.” Vincent came up to me and rubbed my arm in a concerned friend type of way.

“I’m fine.” I repeated, emotionlessly.

“Ooooohkay….” Vincent retorted sarcastically, rolling his eyes over-dramatically.

“Don’t be rude, Vinny. While I’m grateful you two went out of your way to be helpful, I’m not above kicking you out of my home for having bad manners.” Markus walked up behind me.

“My bad.” Vincent said curtly turning to walk to Roy.

Roy looked at me with a curious look, like maybe there was something he wanted to say but didn’t know if he should. I guess he decided against saying anything, because he simply smiled then began pulling out dishes to serve dinner on. While Roy and Vincent worked on plating our dinner, Markus wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into his body.

He got close enough to me to whisper so only I would hear him, “Look baby, I don’t know what we said that spooked you like that, but just know, I will never make you do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing.” I looked up at up in surprise. Had he really already figured out what I was scared about? He gave me a gentle smile. “Sweetheart, I wasn’t born yesterday. When I took a second to piece together exactly what lead up to you shutting down like that, it was easy for me to understand what it was that might have scared you like that.” He explained.

“I’m sorry.” I drooped forward, letting my head thump to his chest. “I know I need to not just shut you out like that. I was just scared that if I said no to something you were into, I might not be enough for you anymore.” I admitted sadly. Markus gave me a gentle squeeze.

“That would never happen baby boy,” he lifted my chin up to look at him, “I love you too much to let you not being into a few of my kinks be a problem for us.” He smirked. “Let’s go eat before they start getting huffy with us.” He said, then kissed me gently.

“I’ll only get huffy if you take so long being all lovey dovey, that this nice dinner Roy slaved over a hot stove to make gets cold. Come sit. Now.” Vincent said in a snarky, yet somehow playful tone.

“Yes, yes. We’re coming now.” Markus matched Vincent’s tone.