“I believe that it would be no issue for a repeat performance if youe visit us,” Xavier sipped wine from his ss, frowning. “What I do not understand,” he emphasized the ‘I’, “is why you are so keen on acquiring him.”


    “I always speak my mind,” Lucas answered. “We’re not so different, you and I. We both take what we like when we like. Of course, in this case, I could never insist more than it is socially epted. If this is your final word, I will respect it,” he added sternly while cutting the steak on his te with measured gestures.


    Cory was observing in silence. Lord Xavier was graceful to the tip of his fingers, even as he ate, while it looked like Lucas was paying too much attention to his table manners. If he didn’t know better, he would have suspected the guest to have struggled to climb the socialdder to reach his current position, as opposed to Xavier who looked blue-blooded and born to rule.


    “I do not usually tell you ‘no’, you know it,” Xavier’s voice grew softer.


    “Only on not so little things,” Lucasmented, looking somewhat disappointed.


    “You see, I have taken quite a liking at Cory, and I would hate to part with him so soon. Plus, it is highly unusual for you to show so much interest in another human being.”


    There were signs in his master’s voice, Cory wished he could read. Could there be a chip in the man’s armor? Was he nurturing more intimate feelings towards his friend? Were not they responded in kind? He was so deep in thought, that he forgot he was supposed to bring dessert. His master looked at him, his half ironic, half indulgent smile back on his lips. Lucas coughed discreetly, to draw his attention.


    He murmured an apology and rushed to the kitchen to bring the two servings of mocha pots de creme, he had especially and carefully struggled with, while the masters were recovering from the sensual session from earlier. He had used the heart shape he’d found among the utensils. Somehow, his master’s choice had rung to him as romantic, so he’d wanted to please him with a properyout, as well.


    As he ced the dessert in front of the two masters, Lucas chuckled softly.


    “You are always trying to seduce me with food, Xavier.”


    “This is not food, my friend, this is pure delight,” Xaviermented, digging a small scoop of chocte pudding and tasting it, half closing his eyes. “He is great as a cook, too,” he added and stared at Lucas with a meaningful look.


    “That is to be expected,” the br waved his hand like such aspects were trivial. “They are trained to serve.” However, as he tasted his dessert, his green eyes grew a bit wider. “Well, I guess this is something…” he mused, and using his teaspoon to get another mouthful of pudding, he held it towards Cory. “Come here, Cory, have a bite, too. I suppose you deserve it. Doesn’t he, Xavier?” he challenged his friend.


    Cory felt like a deer caught in the headlights. He looked at his master, feeling uncertain. Wasn’t it a breach of protocol to ept something from another master? So far, Xavier had been in charge, even in much more intimate matters, but right now, he felt as if Lucas was crossing an invisible line.This material belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    “Go ahead, Cory, let Lucas feed you,” Xavier ordered shortly, his appetite for his own dessert suddenly gone.


    Cory tried to take the teaspoon from Lucas’s hand, but the man stopped him. “Not like this, Cory. You will have to take it with your mouth.”


    The servant could feel his cheeks aze. He half closed his eyes, afraid he was going to embarrass himself. He gently took the teaspoon in his mouth and used his tongue to clean everything. He tried to straighten up right away as if he could felt his master’s eyes watching him.


    Lucas grabbed him all of a sudden and ced the servant on hisp.


    “It is delicious, isn’t it, Cory?” the man ced the utensil on the table so he could caress the servant’s thigh.


    “Yes, Sir,” he said sheepishly.


    “Do you know how it tastes better?”


    He shook his head slowly, trying hard not to look at Lord Lucas, overly conscious of the hand that had slowly caressed him, now resting on his waist.


    “From a pair of beautiful lips.”


    He watched, not even daring to breathe, how Lucas unceremoniously dipped his fingers in the dessert. He stood there as his lips were gently painted with chocte, and moaned softly when Lucas’s lips closed over his.


    When he opened his eyes again, and Lucas gently put him down so he could stand, as well, he noticed his master was no longer in the room.


    “I didn’t peg you for the jealous type,” Lucasmented while preparing to walk out the door.


    Behind the door to the giant hallway, Cory listened. He knew he was not supposed to be there, as his master had clearly ordered him to his quarters while he was going to see his friend to the door.


    “Jealous?” Xavier was obviously trying to keep his cool.


    “You are so easily provoked.”


    “You are probably doing a fine job at provoking me.”


    “A simple kiss? Really, Xavier?”


    Cory could not stop thinking Lucas was cruel.


    “It was not a simple kiss, Lucas, and you know it,” Xavier said usingly.


    “You always invite me to partake, and I usually decline. I thought you would be happy seeing me so enthralled with your little pet.”


    “I thought so, too,” Xavier’s voice dropped a few notes.


    There were kissing sounds, and Cory could only picture the two beautiful men in their tight embrace.