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The last few hours seemed to drag and Riley was only growing more and more grumpy. So as soon as the clock read 5:00 he was out the door and into his Uber. He let his mind wander on the way. Setting a plan in his head for their pre and post dinner adventures.
Riley walks through the door and sets his briefcase on the floor before loosening his tie. āDinner smells great.ā He says simply as he walks into dining room.
Taco salad wasn't exactly the hardest thing to make in the book. It was fairly easy, actually. The only thing needing to be cooked being the chicken, which he then shred for easier consumption. A bowl was mixed with the needed ingredients and set on the table first, with his eyes trained on the several clocks positioned in different areas of the house.
Having changed out of his school attire, he was opting for something more casual with over the shoulder hanging t-shirt and his signature flirty boyshorts. As he was sure he'd be stripped any way, no need to go for impressed with his outfit. Especially seeing as he had to edge himself on his Dominant's orders, and the less fabric he had to keep his wetness from drying upon air contact, the better.
When Riley walked in, Kurt was just pouring his Dom a glass of tequila, the table completely made and ready as he had said. Quickly moving towards Riley once he sat the bottle down, he moves to his knees and took the signature respectful position. "Welcome home, Sir. May your boy please his Master by removing your coat and shoes for you before dinner?"
āYes my boy may.ā He says, motioning for the other to be at ease while performing the task. His keeps his eyes on his claim as he moves around him. Still in awe of how graceful the other was. Even when doing the most mundane things. āDid you do as I requested?ā He asks though the wet spot at the front of Kurtās shorts is answer enough.
Grinning, Kurt shuffles forward and moves to his elbows to start untying his brother's shoes. Only when each shoe was untied does he urge each foot to lift so he can take the shoes off and move to stand, helping Riley out of his work jacket. Placing the items in their designated spot, he's back at Riley's side to press a kiss to his cheek with a nod.
"Of course I did. I live to please you, remember." Takes Riley's hand to move to between his legs, as the spot was practically soaked enough as it was. "And oh how it hurts to edge when I'm not being stuffed with your cock." Offering a coy look, he moves to stand in front of his Doninant, wrapping his arms around his neck. "Kiss me?"
Riley presses his palm against the wet spot, fingertips dipping ever so slightly into his entrance through the thin fabric. His cock giving a needy twitch behind his zipper which he ignores for the moment. Grabbing hold of Kurtās hair he pulls his head to the side roughly before pressing their lips together. His other hand moves from Kurtās front to his lower back to pull him flush with his body as the kiss continues.
A small whimper sounds as his perfectly styled hair is ruined, unable to stop it from happening. Even if he had dressed for the occasion, it would figure that his brother would ruin it somehow. Fingers gripping at the looosened tie, letting himself press in as close they could as his mouth follows his Dom's lead. Face flushed from the contact, he could feel another fish of fluid between his legs, soaking the underwear further. Allowing Riley to take full control as he so pleased, with him blindly following the swipe of tongue and pull of lips, only humming in content from being given his request without question.
After a few more moments of making out, Riley removes the clothing from his submissiveās lower half. He then lifts Kurt and takes him to the kitchen. Placing him on the counter and forcing his legs open. āMmm. Youāve been such a good boy today. Following Daddyās orders without question.ā He dips one finger into his wetness for a few seconds before running it over his swollen clit. āI think you deserve a reward for that, donāt you?ā He smirks as he lowers his head between the otherās legs, swiping his tongue along the slit.
Stepping out of his shorts without complaint, Kurt jumps up to wrap his legs around Riley's waist as he's carries further into the kitchen area. Having bare skin against his counters wasn't anything new, and he automatically spread his legs as far as he could once being set down. Lip caught between his teeth, he braces himself against the counter with his hands while nodding. "I would be lying if I said I didn't love any rewards Daddy gives me." He grins, watching his brother disappear between his legs which brings a low gasp as a warm wet tongue makes contact with his sensitive, heated flesh.
Head tossing back, he takes another calming breath, easing himself down from getting too overboard with his sounds. He knew better then to think he would be allowed to come around Riley's skilled tongue, even if he wanted to. So badly. After being told to edge for over an hour now, he was close to falling apart. "The food is going to get cold, Sir." He voices after a moment as the heat starts to tighten in the pit of his stomach.
Riley gave Kurt one final lick before he pulled back. āYouāre right. Weāll just have to postpone your full reward until after. If you can last that long.ā He replies with a smirk before helping Kurt down from the counter. Moving to take his seat at the dinner table.
His body immediately misses the contact, but he doesn't want to torment himself with not being able to come with his brother's tongue buried in his cunt. Even pouting some, as he takes the offered help by getting back off the counter and follows Riley to the dinner table.
Serving Riley's plate first, he then stands to the side and puts his hands behind his back. "Permission to sit at the dinner table with you, Sir?" He asks, biting his lip. It had been a few years since he had struggled with his eating disorder, and he was on a much healthier routine now with his brother's help ā and lots of much needed therapy.
āPermission granted.ā He says, waving his hand over the empty seat. While he pokes at piece of chicken with his fork. āIt looks delicious. Youāre so fucking talented.ā He praises before taking a bite. This was the future he had wanted. They were both becoming successful in their own right and they were living it up in New York. Their relationship was as strong as ever and he could say without a shadow of a doubt that he was happy.
