Shivering at his dark voice. “You little tease.” Letting Damian push him on the bed, face down, pull his pants down. “Don’t move.” Feeling him sit next to him, rub his cheeks with his hand. “Mhm… you like being spanked?”
Goosebumps rose on Gabe’s naked skin. “Uh… I guess… I liked what you did.”
“Ok… I have no clue, but let’s play. Use your word if it’s too much.”
“Ok…” Panting, holding the sheets tight. He yelped when Damian’s hand landed on his ass, that stinging feeling almost surreal. He closed his eyes at the pain.
“More?” A bit concerned at that red mark on Gabe’s skin, and at how his hand hurt.Fuck.
“Yes… Ah!” A small scream. He bit the sheet, a tiny tear sliding down his cheek. But it was so good, that pain morphing into warmth, something new. “More.”
Damian sighed and whacked his ass, hard. Hearing Gabe’s muffled scream. He rubbed at that red skin, somehow sensing this was right. Maybe also to calm the pain on his skin.What the fuck is this?He tilted Gabe’s face to him. “All ok? I think we should stop.”
“Oh… I was getting into it.” Grinning, but there was something floating on his face which made Damian lie down next to him and pull him close.
“I love you.” Holding him tight with one arm, his other hand lazily massaging that red-hot skin.
“I love you too. Do me a favor? Fuck my burning ass.”
Damian’s eyebrows shot up. “Magic word?”
“Please.”
“Sure? You’re not too sore?”
Gabe grinned his concern away, teasing a bit. “You don’t hit that hard, big boss guy.”
Damian sat up. “Oh… really? We’ll see about that.”
“You’re all mouth. Don’t just run your big boss mouth. Do something.”
Damian pushed him into the mattress as he rolled on top of him. He didn’t undress and just pushed his pants down, leaning down to Gabe. “This is how you want it, mhm?”
Gabe nodded, searching his mouth, but Damian just grabbed the lube from under their pillows, coating him. “No… insolent little fucks don’t get to have their insolent little mouth kissed.” He pushed inside of him, sliding against that burning skin. He grabbed Gabe’s wrists and pinned them against the mattress. “Not too loud, remember?” Thrusting, holding him tight. Watching Gabe struggle to remain silent, his ass burning his skin. He closed his eyes, for a moment, that illusion, that they were back there, in their hut. Where nothing mattered but them. But that freedom which he was missing more than anything. Focusing back on Gabe, that lamp glowing on the table close to a nightmare.
He made sure Gabe came, trembling, and pulled out, taking him in his arms, caressing that soaked skin.
Gabe’s soft voice. “You were gone.”
“Yeah…” Admitting it, vaguely ashamed, his throat clutched. “Sorry.”
Gabe pushed up on his elbow. “Where?”
Damian smoothed his palm on his cheek. “It doesn’t matter. My head is full.”
But Gabe knew. They both knew, but chose not to say anything. Gabe flicked off the light and went back on Damian, laying his head on that softly heaving chest. Not wanting to see those silent tears which mirrored his own.
Chapter 23
Nextday,Damianwasback to the suite before Gabe and Cassie, throwing his watch on the table and stripping straight away to his boxers. He walked to that treadmill which had been delivered in the morning, set up, and he just pushed the buttons, impatient. Running straight away, his eyes on the sky as he picked up the pace.Bliss.
Much later, Cassie came back, a valet pushing a cart in, laden with bags and boxes. She was holding Armando’s hand, who was wearing new clothes and holding a shiny new car in his hand. He went straight to the rug to play, not even looking at Damian sitting on the sofa.
He raised his eyebrows at that huge cart. “All this?”
She handed the card back to him. “It’s not like you will feel it.”
His lips twisted, watching that little, silent boy play. Clueless at what he should be doing, so he put his laptop on his knees and got lost in looking at real estate website and ads. Looking at houses. Ignoring the price. He looked up when something bumped against him, those dark eyes watching.
