Damien
Smut
My eyes flutter open, I only see Caleb on the sofa with me, which was odd because I could have sworn I went to sleep with both of them next to me. It seems to be the next morning. Damn, we slept all yesterday?
“Caleb?” I tap the man that lays on my lap comfortably. He stirs around before looking up at me.
“Hm?”
“Where’s Milo?”
“Probably upstairs.” He responds with a large stretch on top of my groin. He needed to get up. He lets out a groaning noise before getting comfortable on my lap once again.
“Caleb, you need to get up.”
“Something happened?” He asked, shifting so he could get a better view of me, I hitched in a breath, trying my best to keep my cool. But watching him look up at me with those carmel eyes, that was hinted of confusion and curiosity while he shifted only made it worse. Before I knew it I watched his brows shoot up, and I immediately knew why. My face quickly flushed red from embarrassment.
He sat up off me, his eyes alternating from my face to my lap.
“I- I didn’t know you- I didn’t mean to-” He scrambled for words, flusteredly stuttering on every word like the dork he was.
“Do you- Do you… want… help?” He anxiously trailed off, his gaze off somewhere with the most reddest face known to man.
My lips subconsciously pulled into a smirk, and immediately got my position on top of him. The back of his head resting on the arm of the sofa, his legs curled to his chest being the only thing between us.
His shocked expression makes a throaty chuckle escape me. “How are you surprised, you offered. Now-” I use one hand to separate his legs, allowing me to move closer to his body. My hard-on pushing against his stomach, causes his face to somehow grow redder.
I grabbed his hand and guided it down to my stiffness, which noticeably stretched my pants. “That’s what you did to me.” I squeeze his hand around my clothed cock, “This is how you make me feel.”
“Y-You’re just saying that because you’re horny.” His gaze moves with slight sadness in his tone. My face leans down to his, and I kiss him, feasting on his lips that had a chocolate taste to them.
I pull away, our lips gazing against one another as I look into his warm eyes. “No, you make me like this. Everyone I’ve ever been with has never made me feel the way you do. Don’t forget that.” I kiss him again. “Don’t you hah~ ever- forget that Caleb mhm~” His hand traveled between my pants and began to message and stroke my cock.
“I want you to remember how I make you feel then.” He whispered in my ear, earning a twitch in my boxers.
I press my lips against his again, not being able to get enough of him and his taste. My hips jerks into his hand that plays my dick. Feeling him play with me mixes groans and moans with our kiss.
I pull back, quickly pressuring kisses on his neck. Rolling my hips around. My kisses began to become more aggressive.
“D-Damien don’t. You’re gonna leave hickeys.” He muttered, and I rolled my eyes, kissing him more gently. His skin was warm, I don’t know how, but it was. My cold lips presses against his warmth with bliss.
“Mhmm, Damien~” He softly breaths as his hands leave my pants just before I could release. This asshole.
He’s so lucky I love him
His arms wrap around my neck, tilting his neck up for me to gain more room. His legs were spread out, one on either side of me. Subconsciously I began to thrust against him.
“Sh-Shit, hmm~ Someone’s impatient.” He grinned, and I thrust onto him more aggressively.
“Don’t test me Caleb, I will flip you over.” I grumbled with another thrust, which made him bounce. The friction almost made me release into my pants.
Soon I began to grind against his cock, to completely shut him up, which did. His arms around my neck tensed with a tighter hold, his legs wrapped around me as I grinded him into the sofa.
“I-I need it Damien.” He begged, which only made me more desperate for him.
“You need what? Say it.” I grind harder, he tossed his head back with delight.
“Mm~ y-you. I need your cock~” He whimpered in my ear and I immediately pulled back, unbuckling and unzipping my pants. My cock springs out, dripping with pre-come from him giving me a handjob and grinding against him.
I pull his pants down to his knees and take no time pushing myself into him. I release the moment I push inside.
“Fuck you’re- mm~” I attempted a sentence as I push deeper into him, folding him in half like a fold chair.
“O-oh god- hah~” His head tosses back with delight.
“You’re taking me so well.” I fully push into him, I watch his toes curled as a moan erupts from his wonderful throat.
I pull back and thrust into him again, he immediately comes all over my lower stomach. I felt him throbbing around my cock, and I wanted to release into him again.
“Oh Damien~” I watched his hands begin to travel to his cock, but I grabbed his hand and pulled them above his head before sinking myself deeper into him, folding him in half even more.
“What are you doing?”
“I-I need to-“
I thrust into him again, stopping him from speaking. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself around me.” I began to roll my hips around in him, I wanted to rip his pants off and fully spread his flexible legs out, “I’m the only thing that’s gonna make you come.”
“D-Damien I-“
I thrust into him again, and he simply gave up on his sentence, “Good boy, now I want you to enjoy yourself.” I soon began to pick up the pace, hitting inside him so deep he was going to feel it the rest of this week.
The sound of my skin hitting his wet inside from my come echoed throughout the living room, mixing with his whoreish moans.
“Oh fuck- Damien~ ahh~“
“Look at that-” I moaned mirthfully as I watched my cock hit him so deep it reached his stomach.
I felt him come all over my lower stomach again, but this time it was like a river of come squirting out. After a few more thrusts I came inside him and felt the knot in my stomach. Soon I slowed down until I came to a total stop.
Our breaths mixed with one another, exhausted and tired. He looked more exhausted than I felt, head tiredly resting on the sofa, hands lazily above his head where I left them. I couldn’t help but kiss him again, a passionate chaste kiss.
After seconds we pulled away, but I landed another kiss on the corner of his lip before carefully pulling out and tucking it into my boxers.
I pulled my shirt off and immediately cleaned up whatever I could before tossing it to the floor. I kiss his forehead.
“How do you feel? Soar? Aching?” I carefully ask as I place a hand on his cheeks, depicting his face to see if anything was wrong.
“Sore, and tired.” He mumbles beneath me.
“Let me get you in a warm bath.” I stood up, pulling him into my arms.
I loved him
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