Demesne 4
Conversation about the house would definitely be a sensitive subject. As would all the filler discourse about family, jobs, weather. Cosmo hadn’t come for that stuff anyways.
He took a mouthful of the brandy, trying to get the drink out of the way quickly so they could get on with it. He hadn’t come in two days. His self-control had limits!
“So…” He rallied. “What’s the plan, sir?” Cosmo emphasized ‘sir’ with what he hoped was an obvious redirect to the goal of this meetup. If that wasn’t enough, he hooked a thumb to one of his belt loops and pulled down, exposing the smooth surface of his abdomen, the hint of his underwear.
Roddie smiled at the display, a condescending smile that instantly made Cosmo feel small. “Tired of musty old house already?” He teased. The man set the glass down on the liquor table.
“Mhmm.” Cosmo said needily. He edged closer to the bigger man, rubbing his free hand against his own crotch in anticipation.
“And here I thought that big houses were the territories of those who serve.”
The phrasing made Cosmo groan, his skin turning to gooseflesh. “Uh huh.” Was all he could muster.
“Uh huh what?”
“Uh huh, sir.” Cosmo whispered and looked down. His eyes catching the gleam of a ring on Roddie’s finger.
“Then let’s get you properly attired to serve. Strip down.” Roddie mandated. To help emphasize, he removed Cosmo’s ballcap and tossed it aside. Beneath it the boy’s straight, white-blonde hair shone in the afternoon light.
Cosmo whimpered excitedly, at a loss for words.