After Seth booked them into a room, Domenico bought some sweets in a vending machine so they wouldn’t have to leave the bed after possibly fucking. The prospect made him giddy, his cock stirring in his jeans as he approached the door. As fucked-up as it was, he did feel something for Seth. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but definitely not just lust. It was stronger, darker, and much more persistent, a constant buzz at the back of his head.

When he entered the motel room, which looked like any other, basic but not too shabby, Seth was still occupying the bathroom. Domenico frowned and put the bag of chocolate bars on the table before stripping down. He wouldn’t be kept waiting.