Come on in and taste the love Dom has worked hard pursuing his dreams of delighting the masses with his tasty treats. Indeed his cream has been eagerly eaten all about the town. Now he has almost everything he ever dreamed of-a successful business, loving friends and a beautiful beau. There's just one more thing he needs to make his life complete...to finally marry the man of his dreams. There's so much to do before the big day but luckily, they encounter more than a few friendly helping hands along the way. Follow the adventures of Dom and his merry band of lusty lads as they help him overcome pesky obstacles and prepare for the most important day of his life. Everyone deserves a good old-fashioned happy ending, after all. Dominique's brow creased in concentration as he squeezed the last drops of thick, white cream out of his sac and onto the top. It looked good enough to eat but he resisted the urge, which was a good thing, seeing as he'd been working on these cupcakes all afternoon. He wanted to make sure everything was absolutely flawless and that included having impeccably frosted blue velvet cupcakes - the perfect shade of Tardis blue to appeal to Ben's geeky side. He'd been planning this night for months now. To say he was nervous was an understatement, but he hadn't gone wrong following his heart so far and hoped tonight would be no different. Being the proud owner of a successful patisserie cafe was not something you'd expect on first glance at this handsome, thirty-one year old Greek god of a man, with his jet-black hair and striking green eyes. Preferring to remain neatly clipped elsewhere, his only concession to his more hirsute heritage was a rather hairy chest. Truth be told, he was more of a Greek/French hybrid; the French spelling of his name, down to the influence of his mother, was a rather telling clue. That being said, he much preferred being called Dom, given that hearing his full name tended to remind him of being in trouble as a little boy. He didn't begrudge his French legacy in the slightest, and even appreciated being forced to learn the language as a child - it had proved more than useful when picking up lovers and whispering sweet nothings with his foreign tongue while slowly grinding into their willing asses. Admittedly, he never had much trouble attracting the attention of men and women alike, despite not being interested a great deal by the latter. Ben had been his best friend since childhood and was now his trusted partner in business and life. His pale skin contrasted wonderfully against Dom's darker hue, and with a silky-smooth, ripped body that belied his geeky accountant exterior, it was hardly surprising that Dom found him irresistible. Then there was his beautifully proportioned bubble butt, which begged to be grabbed, licked and generally ravished. Ben was happily versatile but much preferred to bottom if Dom's eight inches of juicy, uncut meat was on offer. Ben had been a constant companion going through all their firsts together; school, puberty, and mutual masturbation... working their way up from playing with toys to each other. Their feelings had always been there in the background simmering away, but the timing had never been right. That aside, they often spent a late night together going over the finances, followed by vigorous de-stressing sessions that left them both truly exhausted, but sated. Eventually they'd realized they both wanted to be more than friends, as their encounters had taken on a definite romantic tone... a look across the counter, a lingering gaze in the office. Dom loved every inch of Ben, from his curly brown hair to his big, thick feet and everything in between. It wasn't long after that realization that they'd taken the big step of moving in together; seeing as they already spent so much time together it wasn't too big an adjustment. Dom remembered clearly the moment, about three months earlier, when he'd known he wanted to marry t"