#ahh i love this fic. its going to be amaxing when its done

[onboardsorasora]

As my last gift for 2023, here is a scene from my new Dewis obsession WIP 3 Roses.

“What are you doing for summer break?” Lewis asked, stroking Roscoe’s head as he snored loudly in his lap. They were at Lewis’ place in Monaco, it was always easier to hook up at home. Plus Daniel’s building wasn’t that far away. They spent enough time together otherwise that Daniel's presence in Lewis' home wasn't that out of the ordinary.

“I dunno, I was thinking to just fuck off to Ibiza for a week or two.” Daniel spoke around a yawn, he stretched his limbs releasing a groan as he did so. Lewis watched his thighs, as the muscles spasmed and strained under his tattoos.

Lewis didn’t have anything planned for the break this year. Not anymore. There was supposed to be a family vacation to the Caribbean but his sisters pulled out at the last minute and then it all got rescheduled to winter break. A couple weeks on a party island sounded like a great time, he could even call up his captain and have the yacht off the coast so they wouldn’t have to get a room anywhere.

“Want some company? We can stay on my boat.” He suggested and Daniel hummed.

“I’m dtf, as long as you’re ok with like spending at least two days with the boys.”

“I’ll call up Miles and we can make it a whole thing. We can party on the boat. I’m gonna fuck you all over the place.” Lewis promised while tapping on his phone, he didn’t see Daniel’s shiver of want or how his eyes hooded. Lewis was too busy imagining how Daniel would look laid out on the walnut flooring surrounded by the blue blue waters of the Mediterranean.

“Yeah? I’ll suck your dick in the captain’s chair.” Daniel promised huskily and Lewis looked up to see dark eyes watching him hungrily.

“You should suck my dick right now instead.” Lewis lifted Roscoe’s dead weight carefully and put him down on his comfy dog bed in the living room before pulling the patio door shut, there was no need for his baby to see the naughty things his dad wanted to do to Daniel.

Daniel was already kneeling in front of his seat when Lewis came back, and he reclaimed his spot spreading his thighs so Daniel could shuffle comfortably between them. Daniel gripped Lewis’ shirt and pulled him forward for a filthy wet kiss that had them both groaning. He pulled Lewis’ cock out of his shorts and gave him two teasing strokes, smiling into the kiss when Lewis hummed.

Lewis pulled back with a grin and a raised brow. Daniel rolled his eyes at him. He got to work however, teasing the head with a few light kitten licks before swallowing him down as far as he could go. He was still working on deepthroating all of him, Lewis was big and the first man Daniel was having consistent sex with. His cock was by far the biggest that Daniel’s had in him.

Lewis groaned a guttural sound, his head flopped back onto the cushions behind him and his hand rested in Daniel’s curls. He gripped lightly, pressing Daniel’s head down further as he bobbed up and down his cock. Daniel hummed and then choked and Lewis let go, fighting his hips from thrusting upwards to follow the heat.

“Fuck, so good.” Lewis bit his lip when Daniel looked up at him with watery honey eyes. He fought the instinct the press him back down and fuck into his throat. Daniel cupped Lewis’ balls into his mouth and licked and sucked at them while stroking Lewis’ leaking cock.

Lewis thrashed a little, toes curling. Daniel was a menace, a fucking sexy menace with an amazing mouth. Finally when Daniel took him back into his mouth, Lewis gave into the urge. He pressed at the back of Daniel’s head and rutted his hips up up up. Daniel choked but didn’t pull back, he clenched his hands onto Lewis’ thigh as he fucked his mouth.

Lewis groaned as he came, his back bowing even as his hips canted upwards. Daniel felt the first ropes hit the back of his throat and he pulled off, closing his eyes tightly as the rest of it hit his face. He coughed, trying to clear his throat of Lewis’ jizz. He swiped at the come on his face, smearing it on his shirt before opening his eyes. Lewis eyed him with a fucked out smile.

“Cmere.” Lewis dragged him up for a kiss, shoving his hand in Daniel’s shorts. Daniel whimpered into his neck as Lewis jerked him off, he was whispering all sorts of lewd things in Daniel’s ear.

“Gonna come for me Danny? Can’t wait to fuck you in Ibiza, I bet you’ll look so fucking good bent over the railing of my boat.”

Daniel threw his head back with a shuddering gasp and his orgasm flowed through him. Fuck, he wanted that. He wanted all of that. He sagged onto Lewis’ thigh while he came down from his own high.

“Are we still meeting Seb for dinner?” Daniel asked lazily, Lewis giggled at the puffs of air against his neck.

“Yeah, he said 7.”

“I’m gonna need a new shirt then, and knickers. Fancy dressing me up tonight?”

Lewis groaned playfully, “don’t you dare become a closet thief.” He warned and Daniel huffed a laugh.

“Waaay ahead of you mate.” Daniel teased, “I’ve got my eye on that Gucci set with the flowers. Ooh, hmm and maybe that St Laurent jacket that I have not seen you wear.”

“Maybe I’m waiting for a special occasion!” Lewis complained, hands resting comfortably on Daniel’s hips.

“Or maybe you’re just not like into it like you claimed you were when they gave it to you.” Daniel said matter of factly. “I for one am into it. It would look good on me– ace, stellar, tens across the board.”

They dissolved into breathless giggles before Lewis eased them up to go get ready to meet with Seb.

In the end, Daniel did get to wear the Gucci party shirt. Lewis rolled his eyes while Daniel posed in front of the mirror but his fond smile was impossible to ignore.

“Are you going to wear it crushed or do you want me to iron it?” Lewis selected a tan tshirt and a houndstooth oversized jacket.

“I mean it doesn’t really need it does it? I’m gonna keep the jacket on anyway– nobody can tell.” Daniel complained looking at Lewis through the mirror. He sighed exasperatedly when Lewis motioned for him to take off the shirt and give it to him.

Daniel watched as Lewis ironed their shirts in just his jeans. It felt domestic in a way and he walked back that thought immediately. They were not domestic. This was not a thing. Lewis was just weird and liked to iron.

It wasn't a thing that they shared Lewis' hair products or Daniel's toothbrush was the green one to be opposite coloured to Lewis' purple. It wasn't all that domestic when you thought about it.

Determined to put some space between the man he was fucking and his wayward thoughts, Daniel walked out of Lewis' mega closet to the living room to put on his shoes and find his phone. Lewis walked out just as he finished double knotting the unnecessarily long shoelace and chucked the still warm shirt at his head. Daniel's eyes tracked him as he went back into the closet with a giggle.

The pair of them walked into the restaurant to see Sebastian already nursing a glass of wine at their table. He raised an eyebrow at them when they sat.

“Daniel, that shirt is hideous.” Seb made up his face, the loud pattern offended him in the exact way it endeared itself to Daniel.

“Thanks mate!” Daniel chuckled, knowing how atrocious Seb thought his fashion sense was.

“Hey!” Lewis complained at the same time. He quite liked that shirt.

The three laughed their way through dinner, enjoying each other's company. Daniel ignored Seb’s eagle eyes cataloguing every extra touch, smile and look he shared with Lewis. It wasn’t like Seb didn’t know what was going on anyway.

They were in a private part of the restaurant so Lewis’ hand stayed mostly on the back of Daniel’s chair, the back of his neck or his thigh when he wasn’t eating. They were casual touches at a glance, especially since Lewis didn’t lose his comfortable slouch the entire night. Even as Daniel got extra animated in his conversations, reaching over the table to grab Seb’s hand to use in his diagram about how best to take a dirt bike jump over a lake.

Lewis chimed in here and there but seemed content to let Daniel run this conversation. They’d already talked about it before, in Daniel’s motorhome. Daniel had his dirtbikes in the storage cabin and Lewis had ribbed him about it a little. It eventually became a bit of a dirt bikes are better than motorcycles argument. Not to be outdone, Lewis had fought back; defending his beloved bikes. They argued until laughing retorts became moans and they fucked their impasse.

Daniel excused himself from the table and Sebastian leveled Lewis with a speaking look.

“You two?” he leaned casually against his chair, pointing to Lewis and Daniel’s empty chair lazily.

Lewis rolled his eyes, body not losing its lazy demeanor, “c’mon man.” he scoffed. “We’ve talked about this already.”

“I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“I’m not doing anything. We’re having fun and it's chill, man.”

Sebastian said nothing more, only gulping at his wineglass when Daniel returned