Chapter 7 #2
He could see Gwil was torn as he loved clothes but also had strong opinions about being thought of as Hyax’s pet fang in public.
Although he had mentioned going shopping together, Gwil had never suggested he wouldn’t be paying his own way.
He’d been receptive to the idea of using Hyax’s tailor, but that would be behind closed doors and before the etiquette lessons had come up.
“I suppose a quick look wouldn’t hurt—if we’ve got time.”
Hyax turned to Smithe. “I will take my Beloved to do a spot of shopping. I’ll be in touch about the other matter—I’m going to do some additional research before I commit.”
He’d hoped that arriving mid-incident, he’d have been able to get the information he needed but, if anything, he was more confused. He was going to call in a favour and pick Prince Simon’s brains.
“Of course, Your Highness, I’ll let the team on the fourth floor know to expect you.”
The store wasn’t officially open yet, but the staff should be in place and having the floor to themselves, even if it was just for a little while, was the only way Hyax could tolerate shopping in a department store.
He led Gwil towards the escalator. “There’s a couple of pieces from the new Pred-a-tor range I saw that will look amazing on you. They might have them in stock.”
The ones he had in mind were from the casual collection; he already had plans to elevate Gwil’s formal attire, and now he had the perfect opportunity to spoil him in another way.
He turned down the help of a personal shopper.
He didn’t need someone to advise on the best jacket for a certain occasion; he knew Gwil’s body better than anyone else, and what would suit him.
Pred-a-tor was a label a friend of his had started, and Hyax had been a fan from the start. He grabbed a pair of washed-out black jeans and handed them to Gwil. “Your arse will thank me.”
Several other pieces caught his eye and Gwil quickly disappeared under a pile of clothes.
Hyax waved over a member of staff and arranged for a fitting room and to have the items hung up, waiting for them once he was done.
Most of Hyax’s favourite clothes were bespoke, but he had a vast number of designer items, and he worked through the Armani, Fendi, and Gucci ranges with a fine focus.
Much of the new season left him cold, but there was the odd gem he would consider worthwhile for Gwil.
He handed Gwil a shirt, crimson with black buttons. “That’s enough for now,” Gwil said. “I’m not complaining about receiving your eye to what might suit me, but I don’t have the social calendar for this many clothes.”
“Yes, you do. There’ll be plenty of opportunities, in fact, there’s a gallery opening for a friend of mine coming up.”
Gwil didn’t look thrilled at the prospect. “I don’t know much about art.”
“You don’t have to. You show up with me, we swan around chatting, and if Cassie knows what’s good for her, she’ll have laid on decent champagne.”
“Cassie?”
“It’s her show.” He patted Gwil on the arse. “Now toddle off and try on what we’ve selected. I’m looking forward to seeing them on you.”
Gwil rolled his eyes but headed to the changing rooms. Hyax would give him a few minutes, then pop in to see if he needed any help with the buttons. He’d like to do a lot more, but being caught in the act in a fitting room was too trashy for his sensibilities.
There were seats available, and he claimed one to wait for Gwil. He went to fish out his phone before remembering the gold paper Gwil had picked up. It was quiet here, and he might as well make good use of the time.
Hyax shook the gold square into his palm and realised he’d been mistaken and it wasn’t a piece of paper, or a sweet wrapper, unless Cartier had started a new range he wasn’t aware of.
He held it between his thumb and forefinger; it was pure gold, like a thicker version of gold leaf.
The karat wasn’t obvious, but he’d bet it was on the higher side.
On closer inspection, it wasn’t a true square; the edges were rounded, and it was ever-so slightly tapered on one side.
He’d not seen anything like it and took a photo with his phone, with the intent to send it to Daniel Moreton to have him check if anything similar had been found in the store or if it had come off an item they stocked.
He saw a message from his mother’s secretary about assigning Gwil’s etiquette tutor, but before he could open it, the door to the fitting room opened and Gwil popped his head around the frame. “Oh good, you’re here.”
Gwil stepped out wearing the crimson shirt and black jeans. Hyax’s cock throbbed at the sight. “Fuck me.”
“You like?” Gwil twirled on the spot. “You don’t think the shirt’s too tight?”
Hyax slipped the sliver of gold back into his pocket. “Oh no. You look glorious.”
“I do kinda like them.”
Hyax thought Gwil was sexy as fuck, and he loved to see him looking so confident. “You are wearing those to the gallery event. I can’t wait to show you off.”
Gwil chuckled as he disappeared back into the cubicle. “I was thinking,” Gwil called from behind the door, “since you were going to speak to someone about our puzzle, I might want to speak to a friend of mine.”
Gwil’s contacts were of a different breed to Hyax’s but they were able to root out information like no one else was. “Are you talking about the potato?”
“I’ve told you not to call him that. He gets annoyed about being compared to a tuber. He’s far too helpful for him to sod off in a huff because you’re being a twat.”
Hyax knew he was being an arse, and he mainly referred to Copperpipe in the way he did to wind Gwil up. “Sorry, but yes, I’d be interested to find out if he’d heard any rumours going around.”
“If anyone has it’ll be him, or he’ll be able to find out.”
Gwil reappeared with another stunning combination. Black chinos, a blue T-shirt and a box-cut leather jacket. “Not so sure about these.”
“We’re taking the lot and going home, so I can show you how fucking sexy you are.”
The shop staff must have realised he was desperate to leave, as he’d rarely seen so many clothes scanned and packed so quickly.
As far as he knew, they didn’t work on commission in stores like this, so instead he slid a couple of twenty-pound notes to the two speedy assistants and had already opened a portal before they had finished spluttering out their thanks.
They stepped into their bedroom, he pushed Gwil onto the bed and dropped the bags to the floor.
“I will be expecting a fashion show later, but I don’t want to cover them in cum, so get naked, and I’ll show just how much I appreciate those new jeans.”
“I reckon you should also be putting down a pre-payment towards those etiquette lessons.”
“You know I won’t short-change you.”
He rid himself of his own clothes and lay back on the bed, but resisted the urge to banish the clothes Gwil was wearing, as watching him strip was a pleasure he wouldn’t deprive himself of.
Slowly, the teasing bastard pulled his hoodie over his head, and although he’d seen Gwil in the T-shirt beneath a hundred times, it clung to him in the most perfect of ways.
Gwil undid his belt, leaving the buckle dangling, and popped each button of his fly before sliding his jeans down and kicking them away with his shoes and socks.
Hyax growled at the sight. Gwil’s prominent bulge a promise of a good time, and he was a beautifully well put-together man, not a muscle-bound gym jockey but lithe and strong.
Hyax couldn’t wait to get him on his back and fuck him.
“Off with the rest, then come here,” Hyax ordered. Gwil had a submissive edge when it came to sex. They were perfectly suited in that respect, as Hyax liked to be in control, whatever position they made love in.
“You’re so fucking impatient.” But Gwil pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his pale chest. He tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and inched them down, releasing his cock, standing proud from a patch of dark curls.
He’d reached the edge of his patience; he wanted to be inside Gwil. “On the bed. Now. On your hands and knees.”
Gwil took his sweet time to crawl onto the bed, but with Gwil’s arse in the air, Hyax couldn’t hold back any longer. He muttered a cleansing and lubrication spell, making Gwil swear under his breath.
Hyax knelt up behind Gwil and stroked his arse, a glorious sight, and Hyax was more than aware of how lucky he was to call Gwil his.
He slid in a finger, knowing the spell was already doing part of the job of getting Gwil ready for him, but he wouldn’t let his magic have all the fun.
Gwil moaned like a whore as he worked him open.
He wanted to scratch and itch, bang Gwil and maybe later go again, but more gently and not now.
He knew Gwil’s body so well, didn’t need to be told he was ready, and he withdrew his fingers. With another whispered spell, he covered his cock with lube and pressed inside. Gwil’s long appreciative moan echoed his own sentiments.
Hyax lost himself in Gwil, his vampire nature making him slightly cooler than the other lovers he’d had over the years, but he was delicious and tight.
All it took was a few tugs to Gwil’s cock to have him coming and Hyax rode him to chase his sweet release.
His orgasm hit him hard, a sea of stars crashing through him.
He withdrew carefully, pulling Gwil into his arms. “Fuck, I love you.”
Gwil nuzzled closer. “You’re my everything. And if you react that way every time I get new clothes, you need to take me shopping more often.”