“I’ll never let you out of my sight,” he mumbles near my ear.
I shiver again and pull myself closer to him. Until our chests are nearly pressed together. His body is harder, stronger, but still soft somehow. I can feel the bandages on his wounds against my bruises, and every touch kind of hurts. I don’t care.
“That’s going to make work difficult.” I tilt my head up and brush my lips against his chin.
Damian looks down at me and brings his face closer, and closer, until he presses his lips to mind and I practically melt into him. I kiss him back slowly; parting my lips so that he can ease his tongue into my mouth, inviting him in. He does. His tongue slips between my lips and mingles with my own. Dancing around my tongue as we kiss in the silence of our own private space.
Right now, it doesn’t matter what happened just hours before. It doesn’t matter that I was just flying higher than a kite while sleeping. All that matters is that I can feel his hot solid body against my own, and his kiss tastes like what I’ve needed my entire life.
I run my hand up his back and feel the scars, brushing my fingers along each and every one and trying to memorize them. I want to remember every inch of his body.
“Mmm,” I hum into the kiss as our bodies draw in closer. My hips push against his, and I can feel my cock swell in my boxers. His own hard-on presses against mine, and heat rushes up my back into my head making me feel dizzy for a second or two.
There are no questions, no doubts in my mind that I’m supposed to be here with Damian. It’s almost silly, the way I feel about him in this moment. Far too attached to him to be healthy, I imagine. But when has that ever mattered in my life?
Damian’s hand slides down to my hips and slips into my boxers, grabbing at my ass with one of his large hands. Arousal floods me as we kiss and I feel overwhelmed by how badly I want him. Need him.
I pull back from the kiss, panting for breath.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask him. “You’re injured and?—”
Damian cuts me off. “I need you, Alessio,” he croons. “I need…to feel you. Feel that you’re real. You’re here.”
I understand what he means in an instant, and I say nothing else. I capture his mouth a half second later. My tongue swirls around his and I taste our saliva melding together into something purely orgasmic. The only sound in the room is our soft moaning and grunting as I start to grind my hips against his.
Damian responds by rocking his hips against me harder, but not faster. Our hard lengths rub each other through the fabric of our boxers and my breathing fastens.
“God, I want you,” I moan into his mouth, the words barely understandable.
Damian suddenly rolls me onto my back and uses one of his hands to nudge my thighs apart. He doesn’t have to work hard. My thigh’s part themselves to his will like I’m made of nothing but feathers.
He settles down between my thighs and I wrap my arms around his neck. The weight of his body, heavy against my own, sandwiching me between the bed, is so fucking good.
“Ahh, fuck.” I groan and roll my hips up against his as he grinds down against me. Just as I’m starting to get in a good rhythm, however, Damian stops. He pushes his boxers down and reveals his girthy member.
Before I can unravel my arms from his neck, he reaches down and pulls mine off as well. I lift my hips to help him and bend my knees so he can pull them off my legs. When he settles down between my hips again, we’re completely naked.
His bare length rubs against mine and I gasp as I feel the precum already dripping from his tip.
“Someone’s excited,” I tease him.
A low growl comes from Damian’s chest up his throat and vibrations against my chest. I shiver and lean up to find his lips again.
He wastes no time kissing me back, firm but slow and passionate. Every turn of our heads is only in an effort to draw the kiss even deeper.
I push my finger tips into the flesh of his upper back, and he groans into the kiss, the sound making my hips buck more needily against his.
Everything is already so wet and hot, I can hardly take it. Still, I force myself to take a few more minutes to enjoy what’s happening.
Cock against cock. Chest against chest. Lips against lips.
I grind my length against his over and over, and listen to the way he practically sings above me. His arms rest beside my head, and I can feel the heat of his biceps on my cheeks and ears.
“You wanna fuck me?” I ask him breathlessly after breaking the kiss.
He gasps softly for air and kisses my lips once, then twice, before finally speaking.
“Don’t act like you’re not desperate for it, baby,” he drawls out like a purr. He brings one of his hands up and sucks on his fingers.
