“Can you make music?”
“No.” Thanking all the gods of the universe that his parents didn’t give a shit about music lessons.
“I can…” Damian turned to Gabe’s voice, his eyes wide.
Gabe just ignored him with his smile and sat next to Armando, taking in the keys for a split second, hoping he could remember something, spreading his long fingers on the keys. He started playing that well-known melody of Für Elise, and Armando just sat, mesmerized, watching Gabe’s fingers dance on the keys, drawing that magic from that huge box. He finished, a couple of claps around them.
Gabe just stood and grabbed his suitcase. He flashed a grin at Damian, who just stood there, speechless. “Let’s go. I’m starving.”
Armando had darted off, and Damian walked beside Gabe, his voice soft. “You can play? What the fuck… you never said a word.”
“What for? It’s not like there was a piano there.”
“What else are you hiding?” There was a slight amusement at the edge of that dark voice.
Gabe smiled, waiting for the elevator. “If I give them all away, you’ll get bored with me.”
“Oh… And how was your trip?”
“Decent.”
Riding the elevator up to the suite. They put Armando to the bath straight, taking turns showering, whilst one of them watched over him. Ordering dinner. Eating. Damian put Armando to bed and then went to look for Gabe.
“He’s asleep… and we are going to the spare room…”
“Oh… why?” That teasing light in his eyes, so Damian pulled him close by his hips.
“Fucking tease… you know why…” Kissing him, pushing in his mouth whilst his fingers dug into his hips.
Not breaking that kiss even when he pushed him towards that room, locking the door. Panting by the time they reached the bed, their clothes going to the floor. There was a small lamp glowing in the corner, casting a pale orange light in the room, the curtains open on that orange sky. Enough for them to see, even if Damian had seen Gabe’s eyes dart to that light, he turned his head back, pushing him down on the bed. Grabbing the bottle of lube on the nightstand.
Gabe’s eyes narrowed. “You prepared this?”
“Yes.” He pushed him further, wedged between his thighs.
“The lights?”
“It’s fine.” He smoothed Gabe’s hair back. “Any other questions?”
“You want it like this…?”
“Uhum…” His lips curled up, knowing how Gabe felt in that position. Reaching down, coating Gabe and himself, pushing against him. “Open wide…”
Gabe did, rolling his eyes back when Damian pushed in, floating on that dull pain he loved, on Damian’s moan. “Fuck…”
Gabe moved his hips. “Yes. Fuck. Fuck me.” His hand went to his ass, squeezing hard, gliding up to his back, kneading his muscles. He twisted the skin on Damian’s side, making him hiss.
“Little fuck.” Hooking one leg on his arm, Damian sped up, watching Gabe toss his head around, so he grabbed his jaw with his other hand, forcing him back into a kiss, which he eagerly gave back. He bit Gabe’s lips, over and over again, drinking his cries, his moans. Moaning which each thrust, it felt so good, feeling sweat break out on their skin, slick. Gliding on each other, that touch maddening, he kissed him harder, and glided his mouth down his neck to his shoulders, biting hard into that firm flesh. Gabe pushed against him, mewling. Tears sliding down his face from that burst of pleasure, heaving. He panted, his eyes closed, letting Damian fuck him, hard. Grabbing Damian’s hair, he pulled his head down, licking his neck, that salt and sweat invading his mouth with his taste. Gabe moaned, trying to get more of it. A primal urge there, so he bit Damian’s shoulder, feeling his hand tighten in his hair. Heaving on top of him, but he didn’t stop, not even when Gabe’s moans had turned into soft cries and sobs. Joy above the pain. He knew. He pushed himself up a bit, slowing the pace, letting his leg go.
He cupped Gabe’s face, rubbing his tears off, which kept sliding from those eyes shut tight. “Look at me…”
Gabe shook his head, panting.
Damian held his face tighter a bit, his voice soft but firm. “Look at me, Gabriel.”
He opened his eyes to his name, blinking, a bit lost. Locking them with Damian’s, and it was almost too much for Gabe, seeing that love glow in his steel eyes. He didn’t want to see because he didn’t feel he deserved it. Any of it. Trying to hide from the world.
Feeling his soft caresses on his cheeks, his thumbs. “Open your eyes.” Rocking him, gentle.
