Their eyes meeting, his dark voice. “You like it rough, huh?” Gripping tighter, watching Gabe’s eyes roll back. “Answer me.”
“Yes… yeah… oh God…” Rocking harder in that iron grip.
“Fuck… ah…” He let his hips go and grabbed his hair, pulling his head down into a rough kiss as Gabe picked up the pace, so he fucked him back, listening to his mewls, his cries.
“Ah… I’m going to come…”
Holding his hair tight, he lifted Gabe’s face. “Look at me.” He shook his head, and Damian grabbed his hair tighter, holding his head up. “Look at me, Gabriel.” Watching as his eyes melted at his name, but he looked at him, his lips parted, sweat pearling down that beautiful face. Damian softened his grip, spreading his fingers into a caress. Rocking his hips harder. “Come on, then…”
Gabe moaned, riding that wave of building pleasure, that tension at the base of his spine. Lost in Damian’s eyes as he clenched around him, coating his abs again and again. Collapsing on his chest, sobbing. Feeling him rock him gently, hold him against this drenched body.
Gabe pushed at his chest. “And you?”
“I’m fine.”
“But…”
He stroked his hand down his back. “I’m fine, ok? Don’t worry.”
“I’ll get you off…”, he pulled off Damian and wanted to slide down his body, but he caught him and pulled him into an embrace.
“Where are you going?”
“To suck you off. You haven’t…”
“Sshh…” He kissed him softly. “Just relax.”
“But…”
“What’s this obsession? It was great, right? Just calm down.”
“It has to be good for both of us.”
“That’s what your exes taught you? Suck them off if you came before them?”
Gabe’s face flamed up. “No. I mean… yes… sort of…”
Damian grinned. “I bet they kept going after too.”
“That’s just right… that they got what they needed…”
“And what did you need?” He stroked a rogue tear off. “Hey… I get off just as much seeing you lose your fucking mind as from coming, ok? Maybe even more.”
Gabe sighed. “I still feel guilty…”
“I bet. Get used to it because I’m not playing the quid pro quo game.” He sat up, looking down at Gabe. “And I’m sure as fuck not going to ask you to finish me off. Unless you’re desperate for it, which you shouldn’t be.”
Gabe sat up, a bit lost, as nobody had ever talked to him like this. This blunt and without his face flinching. “I’ll try…”
“Nice. Let’s start the day. Some roots for breakfast, and we’re good to go.”
“We should build the pigpen.”
Damian rolled his eyes. “Fine. Bamboo will do, and some wood. I have never built a pen in my fucking life.”
“Me neither. But it’s like a fence, right?”
“I’ve never built a fence either.”
