For a moment Kiko feared Dom knew about his eating habits and was about to lecture him, but when he understood Dom was joking he went with it. They had a light meal with a light wine, flirting lightly, and Kiko was happy. He wanted more evenings like this. He needed more evenings like this. He needed Dom.
“Finish the bottle on the couch?” he asked when they were finished eating and the dishes were rinsed and in the dishwasher.
“I’ll even open another if you want to get drunk and screw,” said Dom.
“You might not be in any state to drink soon,” said Kiko, grinning. He wiped his hands on a towel and Dom’s eyes lit up. Whatever Dom was thinking, it was probably inaccurate.
“Will my mouth really be that full?”
Well, not completely inaccurate. Kiko could certainly oblige there. But he’d bee
