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"I don't know why they have to come here." Feyd drains his coffee mug, trying to wake up.
"Uncle just died, fuckface," ("good riddance") "they want to meet their estranged cousins or some shit. Maybe they feel guilty, I don't know. Now go take a shower. You look like hell and smell like whatever whore you fucked last night."
Feyd punches his brother on the arm on his way past.
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Feyd lounges on his couch in the VIP room, arms across the back, legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankle. The bass from the club downstairs is muted but it pushes it's way inside when the door opens, letting in a hot young twink who looks barely legal for the club. He scans the lounge, eyes drifting over the different groups until he gets to Feyd, giving him a long appraising look.
Feyd invites him over with a tilt of his head and a slow smile spreads across the twinks face as he walks over with a confident look in his eyes. He slides onto the couch next to Feyd and leans in close to be heard over the music.
"I'm Paul."
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Feyd showers and his hand lingers on the bite mark below his nipple before traveling down to the one just above his v-line. He starts to harden at the memory of last night, wishing he'd gotten a phone number. He leans against the shower wall with one arm and takes himself in hand.
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Paul is funny, is the thing. He's smart and interesting, and he challenges Feyd on his bullshit pick-up lines so he keeps using them just to hear him laugh.
They're pressed together from thigh to shoulder and Feyd has an arm draped around him. Their faces are inches apart, ostensibly so they can hear each other over the music but Paul keeps looking at his lips while Feyd is tracing his fingertips along Paul's arm. It's as easy as breathing for them to drift together and kiss.
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"I'm just saying," Feyd wanders into the living room, continuing their conversation from hours ago. "Why did you have to invite them to stay here?"
"Because she was his daughter? I don't know. It seemed like the thing to do. She sounded nice."
Feyd scoffs and drops to the couch, kicking his brother in the thigh. "If they're boring I'm going to the city to stay at my apartment and leave you here alone with them."
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Paul pushes Feyd against the door as soon as it clicks shut. He bites the hinge of Feyd's jaw, then the tendon on his neck.
Feyd whimpers, "No visible marks!"
Paul hums and soothes the bite with his tongue then pulls the neck of Feyd's shirt aside to go lower.
Feyd tugs Paul's shirt. "Off, now." He would be embarrassed at how breathless he sounds but then the shirt is over Paul's head and on the floor, his own right behind it.
He grabs Paul by the thighs and picks him up ("So hot," Paul gasps), licking into his mouth in an absolutely filthy kiss while he carries him to the bedroom. He lowers Paul to the bed and kisses his way down his chest and stomach until he gets to his pants.
Feyd presses his head against Paul's stomach and growls, "Less clothes," before pulling back and working on his own pants while Paul kicks off his shoes and reaches for his belt.
Feyd wants to savor this, he does, but he's been wanting to taste Paul since he first laid eyes on him and his goal is in sight.
Finally naked, he watches Paul kick off his pants and slide up the bed. His dick is hard and flushed and Feyd's never seen anything prettier.
"You coming?" Paul looks like he wants to devour Feyd and he likes the way it makes him feel.
He crawls up the bed, licking and nibbling all the skin in his path as he covers Paul with his body. He's moving in for a kiss when he suddenly finds himself on his back then Paul is straddling his hips, lightly grinding against him. Feyd moans and grabs his hips looking for a little friction but he's denied.
"Patience, baby.."
Paul kisses him, biting his bottom lip before pulling away. Feyd whines and chases after him but Paul lays a hand against his throat, gentle but firm.
"Patience."
He kisses down Feyd's chest and flicks his nipple with his tongue. "No visible marks, right?"
"Yeah," he sighs.
Then Paul bites…
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The doorbell rings and Rabban goes to answer, Feyd slowly trailing behind him. He hears the door open then a woman's voice, "Hello, it's so nice to finally meet you. I'm Jessica and this is my husband, Leto. You must be Glossu?"
"Rabban, please. It's nice to meet you both as well."
Feyd steps up next to his brother, putting on his most charming PR smile and Jessica smiles back.
"And that makes you Feyd." She curls a hand around his arm and squeezes. "I regret we never knew about each other until now."
Feyd is saved from an awkward response when there's a muffled curse from behind them and the man, Leto, steps aside and gestures. "And this is our son bringing up the rear. Paul, these are your cousins."
Feyd freezes because there, struggling with an arm full of luggage, is his hookup from last night.
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The sun is turning the sky pink and they're tangled together, sticky and sated. Paul's head is on his chest and Feyd's running his fingers through his hair.
Paul stirs when an alert goes off in his phone. "Oh hey," he looks out the window, just noticing the encroaching dawn. "I have to go."
Feyd is surprised to find that he's genuinely disappointed. He tightens his arm around Paul and teases, "Or I could lock you up in my tower and keep you all to myself."
Paul laughs and kisses his chest, collar bone, neck, then finally his lips. "I might let you if it was any other day but I have to get a shower before I meet my parents for breakfast."
"We could shower here before you go?" He gives him a playful smile and brushes his nose against Paul's.
"I'm on to your tricks, sir. A shower will only turn into more of a mess and me being late, I'm sure."
Feyd heaves a put-upon sigh and reluctantly releases Paul. They find their clothes scattered on the floor and trade kisses and gentle touches as they get dressed.
Feyd tucks a stray curl behind Paul's ear. "Will you be in town much longer?"
"For a few days, but I'll be stuck with family. If I could get away I would but we'll be outside the city somewhere."
Feyd walks him out, their shoulders touching and fingers laced together on the elevator down. He waits with Paul until his Uber arrives and they part with a kiss.
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Feyd is fairly certain introductions were made with Paul but he doesn't hear any of it. His Paul is here, standing in front of him again looking beautiful.
Mischief sparks in his eyes and Paul reaches out his hand. "I'm happy to finally meet you, cousin."
Feyd takes it, brushing his thumb across Paul's knuckles. "Is that right?" He can't seem to look away from Paul, mind flashing through the events of last night.
"Feyd!" He jumps, pulled from his apparent trance by his brothers call. "Help Paul take their bags up to the guest rooms."
He hears Jessica say something about touring at a college this morning as they continue into the house, but his attention is back on Paul almost immediately.
"You told me your name was Baron."
"It's a nickname I use at the club. My real name is rather recognizable and I like anonymity."
Paul looks over Feyd's shoulder but everyone's voices have faded into dull murmurs. He steps closer, swallows nervously and whispers, "So... cousin." He laces their fingers together and squeezes.
Feyd eases them closer. "I still want to lock you away in my tower."
They both move together in sync, lips almost touching when a laugh from the other room startles them apart.
Feyd clears his throat, a flush spreading across his cheeks. "So.. I guess I'll show you to your room." He grabs a pair of bags off the floor and starts upstairs. "It's right next door to mine in case you get scared during the night."