liked that look on him.
He was wild, his hair was longer, his eyes were brighter. It was like he was reclaiming the man who had fought for him all those years ago.
“There’s no fucking way I’d want to deal with the public,” he said, leaning in for a kiss. “But I’ve thought about doing private chef stuff. You know, like personal frozen gourmet meals. I could cook here, pack it all up, ship it to stupid rich people who want to feel like they’ve contributed to home-cooked meals without actually doing any of the work.”
Sebastion raised a brow. “That’s…certainly something.”
Luca rolled his eyes and kicked his shin gently. “Fuck off. I’m not going to do that. Right now, I’m just having fun.” He waved his hand at the pan of carbonara that immediately made his mouth water. “I almost bought a hot tub today too.”
Sebastion choked on his swallow. “A what?”
“Hot tub,” Luca said primly. “But I thought if we’re going to bother, we should just have a whole pool put in. I made an appointment for a contractor to come have a look.”
The idea was decadent, but also the thought of his husband lounging in a speedo at the edge of the pool had promise. It also felt…permanent. Their other house had been theirs for a long time, but something about Luca adding on felt more.
“I like it,” he said.
Luca’s grin widened. “Yeah?”
Sebastion set his wine down just as Luca took the pasta off the heat, and when his hands were safely free, he grabbed him by the strings of his sweats and dragged him closer. “We barely have neighbors,” he murmured, and Luca dipped his head in low like he wanted to taste his words. “We wouldn’t need to wear anything in the water.”
“God,” Luca breathed out. He tangled the fingers of one hand in Sebastion’s hair and tipped his head back with the grip. “Tell me more.”
“It would have to be all foreplay. You hate fucking in water,” Sebastion said. He dragged one hand over the bulge in Luca’s sweats, kneading at his length with the heel of his palm. “But you like seeing how long I can hold my breath while sucking you off.”
“Jesus.” Luca paused to kiss him, biting and filthy. “We haven’t done that in years.”
“We haven’t had time in years,” Sebastion reminded him. And he didn’t regret how hard they worked, but he liked this part. In moments like this, he could ignore the shadow of emptiness a certain man had left behind.
Luca dropped his hands to Sebastion’s waist and angled him before thrusting up against his own thickening erection. It was too much and not enough, and Sebastion fumbled for the hem of Luca’s t-shirt. “The pasta will be fine if it rests,” he said after a second. “You think you could hop onto this counter?”
His dick said yes, his body said no, but Luca had a solution. His arms flexed as he used Sebastion’s soft jump to ease him up onto the marble. It wasn’t as graceful as he’d been decades before, but Luca’s eyes were dark with lust, and Sebastion always, always felt wanted when his husband looked at him like that.
“Open your zipper,” Luca commanded.
Sebastion’s fingers were surprisingly steady for how turned on he was, and he dropped the zipper in a slow drag. His cock didn’t need a lot of coaxing to slip through the slit in his briefs. It was wet at the tip, his head gently pushing out of his foreskin, and he let out a soft gasp as Luca’s hand closed around him and gently pushed it back with a single, tight stroke.
“I love you like this,” Luca murmured. He leaned in, pushing the tip of his tongue into his slit with a groan. “Love the taste of you.”
Sebastion’s entire body went hot, pins and needles of need prickling across his skin. His face was probably pale with all the blood that had drained right to his dick, and he felt it give a vicious throb as Luca opened his lips and suckled the head.
“My love,” he murmured. He brushed fingers through Luca’s hair once, then twice before gripping. He felt Luca smile around him, felt his jaw slacken, his lips tighten. He urged his husband down slowly, the glide hot and wet, the way his tongue curled around him as he reached for the back of the other man’s throat. It grazed it, Luca choking a little, but he didn’t fight the hold. He