#stinky.......

smoke flits from between lips absently, eyes rolling as gaze finds dominic struggling with bags. “ can't you see i'm busy? ” words border on annoyance, feigned as he stares. cigarette tucked loosely betwixt slender fingers, kept there as he pushes off the arm of the couch — coming closer, but certainly not to help. instead, he bends at his waist, open suit jacket falling open further. his free hand trails along the bulge of his bodyguard's bicep, over the curve of his shoulder. amusement clear on his tongue, “ the fuck do you need my help for with arms like those, anyway? ” nearer to a hum, daring to ghost a kiss to the exposed part of dominic's arm. “ . . . hm? were you a good boy today? — did you get what i asked for? ”