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Colum startles when a body presses up behind him. His spatula almost drops to the floor, but he manages to fumble it into a secure grip. Nimble hands slip on either side and unbuckle his pants with ease.
“I’m still cooking dinner,” he admonishes. His uncle ignores him and yanks everything down in one go. Colum shudders as the cold air hits his cock. “Si, just wait. Your patience will be rewarded.”
“I don’t want to wait,” Silas says.
Colum grunts at that. His brows knit together as he tries to concentrate on the vegetable stir fry. A splash of lube dribbles down his legs, making him shudder. The carrots start to soften as he stirs the skillet. There’s a lewd pop as Silas slides his cock between the meat of his thighs.
He fucks with fervent thrusts, and Colum can feel Silas’s skull leaning against his spine. He’s nibbling at his shirt as his hands grope his hips. Their dinner is just about done.
With a flick, Colum shuts off the electric stove and moves the skillet to rest and finish cooking under a pot lid. After he wipes his hand on a dish towel, he reaches down and nabs Silas’s cock the next time it slips between his thighs, dwarfing it in his palm.
“Colum!” Silas cries out, nails digging into his skin. But Colum keeps his grip. He thumbs the slit with merciless circles. His pinky reaches back to caress the skin between the folds of his balls and keeps him in the heat of his body.
His small cock pulses under his touch. With a harsh moan, Silas spittles cum onto the oven door. Colum milks it until Silas has nothing left to give before letting him go. As Silas stumbles back into the count with heavy breaths, Colum meets his half-lidded eyes.
“Patience is rewarded,” he whispers, an echo of his earlier words. But Colum smirks as he pulls his pants back up. “Mindless fervor warrants punishment and restraint instead. Don’t you agree? After all, they’re your doctrine.” He lifts his hand to his mouth and licks it clean.
Silas whimpers for a mere taste of what’s to come. He knows he’s lapsed, and Colum is right. With a steel heart, he tucks his own cock away, his face hot with humiliation. Colum kisses it away.
They clean up and eat dinner without incident. Silas goes to the bedroom while Colum washes the dishes. When he’s done, he finds Silas waiting for him. His clothes are neatly folded at the side, and Silas has splayed himself completely naked, all for Colum. A set of soft but strong ropes sits at the foot of the bed.
Colum understands and grabs the coiled braid. Dessert is served with a side of pandemonium’s retributions.