Chapter 41 Do you think they heard
His mouth found falcone's neck before he could spiral, lips pressing to the pulse point beneath his jaw. Falcone let out a deep grunt, his head tipping back, exposing more of his throat to the wet, open-mouthed kisses Cedric trailed downward. He wasn’t gentle,he has never been. His teeth grazed, his tongue soothed, and then he bit down just hard enough to make Falcone’s cock jerk.A broken whimper escaped him, his fingers finally giving in, gripping Cedric’s shoulders like he was the only thing keeping him from losing his sense at the moment
“C-Cedric….” Falcone’s voice cracked, his throat raw. He didn’t even know what he was trying to say anymore. More? Fuck, yes. Cedric shushed him with a filthy, knowing grin, his fingers trailing down to grap falcone's cock.his cock looking free from hunger, already flushed and leaking.
Cedric’s tongue flicked out, swiping over his bottom lip like he was already tasting him.”Take it" he let out a deep grunt looking vulnerable
Then he was sinking to his knees, the bed soft against his skin, and Falcone’s entire world narrowed down to the heat of Cedric’s breath ghosting over his aching dick.
The first touch of Cedric’s tongue was almost enough to make him come undone. He swirled it around the tip, collecting the drop of the precum , and Falcone’s hips jerked, a broken sound tearing from his throat. Cedric hummed, the vibration making Falcone’s cock throb, and then his lips parted, taking him in slow, wet increments. Falcone’s hands flew to Cedric’s hair, tangling in the dark strands, his fingers trembling. The sight of Cedric on his knees, his mouth stretched around his dick, his throat working as he took him deeper…it was too much. Falcone’s thighs quivered, his breath coming in ragged pants as Cedric hollowed his cheeks, his lips sealing tight around the base.
“Fuck…..Cedric, don’t….don’t fucking stop….” Falcone’s voice was raw, his hips stuttering upward, fucking into Cedric’s mouth in shallow, desperate thrusts. Cedric groaned around him, the sound vibrating through Falcone’s entire body.
They dozed for a bit, wrapped together, the morning sun growing stronger through the windows. Cedric could hear birds outside....probably in the garden of flowers. Normal sounds. The kind of thing that should have been comforting but somehow wasn't.
When Cedric finally forced himself to move, his entire body felt loose and warm, the anxiety that had been his constant companion replaced by a pleasant haziness. His legs were a little shaky when he stood. Falcone caught his elbow, steadying him.
"Okay?"
"Yeah. Just give me a second."
"Come on," Cedric said once he'd found his balance, tugging on Falcone's hand. "Shower. Then breakfast. Then we have approximately seven hours to not spiral before my mom gets here."
"Only seven now?"
"Time flies when you're having orgasms."
Falcone actually laughed at that, the sound lighter than it had been in days. "You're ridiculous."
"You cherished me anyway."
"I do." Falcone pulled him into one more kiss. His lips were chapped. Cedric could taste himself there. "More than I thought I could to anyone or anything."
The shower was large enough for both of them...because of course it was, everything in this house was too much....with multiple shower heads and water pressure that was probably illegal in some countries. The steam filled the space almost immediately, turning everything soft and hazy.
They washed each other slowly, hands gentle now rather than urgent, taking care with bruises and sensitive skin. Cedric's hip was definitely going to show marks tomorrow. He didn't mind. Something about it felt grounding, like proof this was real.
Cedric found himself thinking about this moment....the steam, the water, Falcone's hands in his hair working in shampoo that smelled like cedar and something expensive he couldn't name. The intimacy of it felt more significant than the sex somehow. More like a promise of forever. His mom used to wash his hair when he was little, before everything got complicated. He'd forgotten that until now.
"What are you thinking about?" Falcone asked, his fingers massaging Cedric's scalp in a way that made him want to close his eyes and stay here indefinitely.
"That I like this. Us. These quiet moments."
"Me too." Falcone guided him under the spray, rinsing the shampoo out. Water ran down Cedric's face, into his eyes. He didn't bother wiping it away. "I never had this before. With anyone. The quiet intimacy. I thought it would feel... boring. Domestic in a bad way."
"And does it?"
"No. It feels...." Falcone paused, searching for words. His hands stilled in Cedric's hair. "It feels like home."
Cedric turned in his arms, water streaming over both of them. "This is home. You're home. However messed up that is."
"Very messed up."
"Yeah. But it's ours."
They finished washing, dried off with towels that were almost absurdly soft, and emerged from the bathroom to find that someone....probably Mrs. Kozlov....had changed the sheets and opened the windows to air out the room. The curtains moved slightly in the breeze. Subtle but efficient, as always.
Do you think they heard?" Cedric asked, slightly mortified by the thought. His face felt hot despite the cool air from the window.
"Almost certainly." Falcone didn't sound particularly bothered. He was already pulling on clean clothes....dark jeans and a grey henley that made him look softer, more approachable. Less like a mob boss and more like someone's older boyfriend. "But they're professionals. They'll pretend they didn't."
"That's... I don't know if that makes it better or worse."
"Better. Trust me, having staff who know how to be silent is valuable." He paused, then added quieter, "I'd rather they pretend they didn't hear than have to see their judgment."
"Speaking of which, we should probably make an appearance downstairs before Mrs. Kozlov sends a search party."
Cedric pulled on his own clothes....a clean t-shirt and jeans that Falcone had bought him weeks ago. They fit better now than they had then. He'd gained weight, the healthy kind. His ribs didn't show anymore when he lifted his arms.