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There's a hint of nastiness in this chapter... so those of you not impressed or get offended by scenes of eroticness, kindly skip through.Dalais woke up with an amazing glow. He had never in his life been so eager to wake up and start the new day... and obviously hear all about Dirac's 'preferences'.
He looked at the time on his bedside watch, it was already 9:10am meaning he was late for a work out and making breakfast. He ran on a treadmill in his room, took a quick shower and was out the door.
Walking down the stairs he heard Dirac was awake and in the kitchen. The pots were loud and something was definitely burning.
He ran for the rescue hoping his kitchen wasn't on fire.
"What the hell are you doing? Cooking the ceiling?" He said rushing in but stopped on his tracks as soon as he spotted a very frustrated Dirac.
"Well it's oficial, I'm terrible in the kitchen." He threw the pan in the sink and sat back on the stool, pulling a very deep breath. "Atleast there are other rooms I perfect in." Flirting, Dirac pulled Dalais into his arms and laid a quick kiss on his mouth.
"Good morning Dewitt." He laughed at Dirac's frustrated, flirty face.
"Good morning, Euless. So, what's for breakfast?"
"We could just have cereal and some smoothies."
"Nah ah, I'm not drinking anymore of that disgusting stuff you made last time for my hangover."
"I'll make you a sweeter one. With strawberries and mangoes and apples and yoghurt?"
"I'm sorry I messed up our breakfast. I was hoping that you'll come down and everything is set before we both head to work. Just like you did for me yesterday."
"Well double dee, I'll make us cereal and make smoothies and you can thank me tonight." Dalais wiggled out of Dirac's embrace and reached for the blender. "So... how about we talk about last night?"
"What about last night?" Dirac inquired, retrieving burned toast on a plate in front of him and taking a bite. It took his seconds before he spit it out, complaining it was too salty.
"Did you forget about what we discussed?"
"We discussed a whole lot of things, dude."
"After we kissed... the chat we had after."
"That you're a virgin?" Dalais finally saw that Dirac was just teasing.
"Your sexual preferences, dumbass."
"Oh that. Which prefences do you know?"
"Top-bottom, threesomes, 4-play, kinks... there's a lot. Some I don't know about."
"Well, I'm definitely a top. And if I bottom for you it would be a rare gift, in rare cases, and even then I demand complete control." Dirac said smugly, stealing mango slices from the blender causing Dalais to slap the back of his hand.
Dalais didn't think he minded, mainly because he had never had sex before and didn't know what he preferred. He also did not think he can carry out a responsibility of topping another man but he can try.

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Ficción GeneralDalais Euless has always been about family, especially after his own was destroyed. All he wants is to belong especially after his best friend and family Elizabeth Dewitt passes away. Dirac Dewitt is a complicated man with a deep dark secret stoppin...