“Fine? You’re sure.”
“I made a promise, didn’t I?”
Gabe put his hands on his chest. “It will be good for you. Better than with what I did with my fingers.”
Damian brushed his hair back, grazing his temple. “Don’t stress, ok? And maybe we should wait until you get better a bit? Your wound might hurt when you’re in action.” He kissed Gabe’s ear, feeling him shiver. “It’s hard work, you little fuck… sure you’re ready for it?” Looking into his eyes, smiling.
Gabe, a bit breathless. “Yeah… I know…”
Damian’s lips curled up as his hands went to Gabe’s waist, his thumbs brushing those spots around his hip bones. “Alright… just pick a day when you feel better…”
“Sure…” Parting his lips, floating on his warm caresses.
Damian leant down and kissed him, prying his mouth open with his jaw, his tongue. A deep, warm kiss. His hands grabbed Gabe’s hips and pulled him close. Gliding his hands up his back lightly, he felt him tremble, whine into the kiss. “Mhm… horny little fuck… what do you want?”
“You…”
Pushing his hand into Gabe’s hair, he clenched his fist, watching his eyes glaze over. “You forgot the magic word…”
“Please…” Barely a whisper.
Damian grabbed his hand and pulled him up to their bed, shoving him on it. Gabe landed on his back, panting, but he didn’t have time to think, Damian was already on him, crushing him with his weight as he took his breath away with a kiss. He only stopped when Gabe was writhing under him. A deep breath, looking into Damian’s eyes, his voice sending shivers down his spine.
“I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
“Is that so? Big boss mouth…” He mewled when Damian grabbed his hair, holding tight.
“You fuck.” He reached to the pot of fat they had near the bed and coated Gabe, pushing his fingers in, watching his mouth open. “That’s right… Lift your knees.” Gabe shook his head, a playful light in his eyes, coated by a slight fear. Watching that dark twitch at the edge of his lips. “Tsk…” Clenching his fist tighter. “Lift your legs.” Gabe panted but obeyed, lifting his knees. Damian pushed inside of him, slowly, watching his lips part and his eyes well up. “Nice…” Rocking him gently, eating his moans. He trailed his mouth to Gabe’s neck, one hand in his hair, the other one on his face, feeling Gabe’s legs clutch him as he sped up. Hard, merciless thrusts. Gabe mewled and moaned, panting whilst Damian ate his neck. He pushed himself up, rocking his hips, lost in Gabe’s sight, his head thrown back.
He reached down to stroke him, watching him heave, his ribs rise. “Mhm… are you going to come?”
“Yeah… oh God…”
“Harder?” He thrust harder, changing the angle a bit, watching Gabe’s eyes go wide.
“Fuck!”
He stroked him faster. “So?”
“Ah… God…”
Damian grabbed his hips and held him tight as he pushed his thighs under Gabe’s, holding him whilst he sped up. His cries driving him crazy. Knowing how close he was. “Come on, you little fuck…”
Gabe arched his back as he came, coating his abs, again and again, whining when Damian didn’t stop, fucking him even when he felt like falling apart. He couldn’t talk, small moans and cries bubbling up from his lips, feeling Damian rock his hips. Feeling him pull out, let his hips go. His tongue lap at his abs, his mouth. Feeling his body on him again, crushing him a bit. He opened his eyes when Damian’s hand went around his jaw. His lips close, so he opened his mouth, letting Damian kiss him. He whined when he felt his own warm taste invade his mouth, trying to swallow with that warm hand on his jaw. A stream of it.
His dark voice. “Swallow, you little fuck…” Gabe drank, floating on his caresses, lavish strokes of his tongue. Tears lingering at the edge of his eyelids. A shaky breath against Damian’s lips. Feeling him roll off and pull him into an embrace, cradling him. Soft kisses to his forehead, his hair. “I love you…” Stroking his shoulders, his arms, his chest, up to his face. Wiping some rogue tears off.
Gabe’s hands latched onto his forearms. “Love you too…” His heart beating against his chest, still floating on the aftermath of that burst of pleasure, his taste lining his mouth.
He looked up at Damian’s dark voice. “Such a dirty little fuck…”
His face flamed up, so he pushed it into Damian’s shoulder, hiding a bit. Letting him pet him, stroke his embarrassment away.
Chapter 15
Rainhadstartedpouringdown again after a few weeks, lashing at their hut, but they were safe, even if that mist kept creeping in. The fire burnt in the center, warm. Dark clouds masking the sunset. Lightning flashing in that setting night.
Gabe turned to Damian on their bed and traced his collarbones. “Tonight?”
