Page 31 of Tyrant Blood

‘Get your tongue in there,’ Cole said, his voice sleepy but still full of its characteristically demanding timbre. ‘Consider it an early breakfast. And if you eat it right, I’ll pay for extra pancakes later.’

Joaquin didn’t need asking twice.

Before he knew it, he was pushing his face deep into the strongest but most supple cheeks, parting them, and then working his tongue like a pro. Joaquin had eaten ass before, but never a man’s… and it turned out that his skill in that area hadn’t mysteriously vanished either.

‘Fuck, that’s the spot,’ Cole growled, pushing backward and reaching back to pull Joaquin in closer. ‘Wank my cock too while you’re down there. I want tongue and hand. And no excuses.’

Joaquin greedily continued to flick, suck, and slurp on Cole’s rear while also taking great pleasure in manhandling his throbbingly hard manhood too. Soon enough, Joaquin had worked up such a strong rhythm that Cole was moaning and groaning in the purest of animalistic lust.

And as Cole shot his load onto the sheets and into Joaquin’s hands, he swiftly turned and took Joaquin’s achingly hard dick in his mouth.

Joaquin gasped in shock as he felt his own orgasm come incredibly quickly as Cole expertly gave him the kind of head that he had never experienced before. Joaquin came and came hard. And knowing that he was shooting his load into Cole’s mouth made it all the more special too.

When they were both fully satiated, Joaquin and Cole lay on top of the sheets and allowed their bodies and minds to cool down. It might have not even been 7:00AM yet, but the pair of them were well and truly wide awake.

‘That was so good,’ Joaquin said, wiping saliva from his mouth, the taste of Cole still very much on him.

‘Fuck. It was the best,’ Cole replied, his sculpted pecs rising and falling as his breathing slowly returned to normal. ‘I guess formerly straight guys do know how to eat booty after all…’

‘Pffft. Whatever,’ Joaquin laughed.

The two of them were perfectly happy in one another’s company. They could go from a long night asleep to the filthiest fun and then back to laughing and joking without taking a breath. And if this was any other trip to the city, then both Joaquin and Cole might have continued laughing for the rest of the day.

However this was far from a typical break in the city.

And both of them knew it too…

Later that morning, Joaquin and Cole walked into a quiet but classy restaurant over on the other side of town. A classic Italian place with smart but subtle furnishings, the smell and sound of the chefs working on the early morning prep hit them both as the entered through the front door.

‘What did you say this place was called?’ Joaquin asked, looking around at the empty tables as they were carefully attended to by a couple of kitchen staff. ‘There wasn’t a sign over the door, so…’

‘This, my boy, is Dante’s Kitchen,’ Cole replied, his voice calm but with a hint of caution to it. ‘And its owner, Dante Chiellini, was the man we saw with Katsen yesterday.’

‘Woah, what the fuck?’ Joaquin gasped, suddenly on edge. ‘And we’re just stepping in here, like this?’

‘We are,’ Cole said. ‘And you’ll soon see why…’

Joaquin could feel his heart thumping in his chest and the adrenalin coursing around his body as they waited for Dante Chiellini to make his appearance. This sounded like a risky play on Cole’s part, but Joaquin had to believe that Cole wouldn’t take any unnecessary chances. After all, they were never going to be able to kill Katsen if they were dead themselves.

‘Gentlemen,’ Dante said, emerging out from the kitchen. ‘It’s a pleasure. Cole, you come with a great personal recommendation from our mutual friend Jack Steel. Once an Ice Bear, always an Ice Bear.’

‘Indeed,’ Cole replied, stepping forward and offering his hand to Dante.

Joaquin watched on as the two men shook hands. It was a firm, but friendly shake. Joaquin couldn’t help but notice a bodyguard in the corner of the room, his eyes fixed on both him and Cole. This was the real deal. It was understated, it wasn’t flashy, but it was very much a real mafia joint.

‘And you must be Joaquin,’ Dante said, shaking Joaquin’s hand and then guiding them over toward the table on the elevated level of the restaurant floor. ‘We have a lot to discuss gentlemen. This is a serious matter. And I need to be assured that you two are on the same page as me…’

Joaquin took a seat opposite Dante.

With his dark hair and penetratingly dark eyes, Dante was a serious man with a cold, calculating aura to him. Joaquin had spent plenty of time over the years with low level thugs, crooks, and hustlers. But Dante Chiellini was evidently cut from a very different cloth indeed. This was the big leagues. And even though it seemed like Dante was on his and Cole’s side, Joaquin knew that they would have to play their hand to perfection in order to be assured of Dante’s help.

‘Now,’ Dante said, greatly receiving an espresso from the kitchen hand. ‘Let’s get down to business.’

Joaquin looked to Cole.

Cole looked to Joaquin.

‘Dante, we need Katsen out of the picture,’ Cole said, his voice full of confidence but respectful too. ‘I trust that Jack filled you in on the situation in all its unpleasant detail.’

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