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Thomas doesn’t like clubs. He likes drinking occasionally, but mostly at home where the alcohol is cheaper. He likes dancing occasionally, but also at home where he doesn’t run the risk of injuring anyone. And he also likes listening to music… anywhere but here. Where the music is so loud and the beat so heavy that it stops being music you can actually hear with your ears, you can only feel it thumping in your stomach. 

He only occasionally comes out clubbing because of Victoria. His girlfriend isn’t the biggest fan either, but her coworkers like dragging her out with them every now and then. He really doesn’t mind it. Not when he can see her having a good time out there on the dance floor with her friends. He asks the bartender for another beer and checks his phone. His study group is debating where to meet on Sunday and he tells them that he sadly can’t join them. He made plans to take Victoria out to the beach on Sunday. They both had a lot of work lately with her thrift shop expanding and him being neck deep in exams. So they need some quality time with each other.

He’s in the middle of texting when he hears a deep drunken voice next to him talk loud enough to be heard over the music.

“Look at that blond one, I swear you can see her nipples.” 

“Fuck, what a nasty bitch. I think they’re pierced.” 

“I bet she likes it hard, must be one of those freaks in bed.” Thomas doesn’t even bother looking at the men. He instead scans the room for Victoria and finds her rather easily. Her long blond hair and fair skin makes her stand out, even in a dark lidded club. She’s wearing a rather see-through shirt, and yes you can definitely see her nipples and nipple piercing. She has no issues showing off her body. And he never had any issues with her doing so either, she is entitled to wear whatever she pleases. But he gets some very unpleasant vibes from the assholes next to him. So, he leaves his beer untouched and walks over to her. It’s probably time they head home, anyway. 

“There you are.” Her eyes smile when she sees him and she pulls him close into her little hip swaying dance. “Missed me?” She asks in a sultry voice. He can’t help getting all flustered, she looks so good. Her cheeks are rosy, her eyes are all dark and mysterious and her hair is full of glitter. He leans down and catches her lips and means to make it quick, but then she doesn’t let him pull away. She tugs him closer and bites his lip, pulls at his hair and then Thomas suddenly hears a bottle breaking in the distance. Someone at the bar. 

“Can we please go home?” He asks as he manages to pull away. She frowns and takes his hand.

“Yes of course, let me just tell the girls we’re leaving, then we can go.” He follows her a few steps away and they say their goodbyes to her coworkers, then he follows Victoria’s lead out of the packed club.

“Did something happen?” She asks as they walk outside, she must have clearly seen some distress on his face earlier, but he doesn’t want to bring her mood down or worry her.

“Just some idiots talking shit, it’s nothing. I would just rather be home, cuddling in bed with you.” She smiles at that and cradles his face in both her hands.

“I know better things we can do in bed.” She whispers and he wants to laugh because she obviously has to be a bit tipsy to be flirting so badly. 

He’s ready to lean in to kiss her again when he hears that disgusting voice behind him again. 

“The fuck is this? Since when do faggots kiss girls?” He turns around standing in front of Victoria and sees two men behind them. They probably followed them out of the club and they were definitely a bit older than Thomas, they had to be at least thirty. One of them was overweight but still trying to fit into a pair of jeans that were way too small and the other was rather muscular and making sure to show it off by wearing the tightest shirt that Thomas has ever seen. If the current situation wasn’t so terrifying, Thomas would think that they looked rather hilarious. 

He opens his mouth to say something, although his brain isn’t really providing much dialogue right now. He’s never been in a real argument or fight in his life. He knows he can’t really talk big, he’s way too skinny and has absolutely no fighting instinct in him. Truth is, he’s scared. But in the end they don’t even let him come up with any words and just continue expressing how backwards they are.

“Babe, wouldn’t you rather have a real man tonight? This guy’s obviously a joke.” 

“Fuck off, both of you are disgusting.” Victoria steps out from behind him. But who is she kidding, she’s tiny and has never hurt a living soul in her life. Thomas grabs her arm and tries to lure her back behind him, she could at least run while they beat his ass. 

“You know what’s fucking disgusting? A man dressed like a woman.” The fit guy grabs Thomas by his blouse, pulls him away from her and shoves him back to the ground. The other one grabs Victoria by her wrist and starts pulling her away even as she protests. Thomas is absolutely petrified on the ground. He wants to yell for help, but he can’t seem to get any air in his lungs.

“If you think men dressed like women are disgusting, then you’ll really have an issue with us.” Thomas hears a voice call out and suddenly two other guys appear, they seemed to be coming from across the street. From where Thomas is still flat on the ground trying to gather himself, the two men look gigantic. One of them has very long, flowy, dark hair, is wearing a crop top, high waisted black jeans and a pair of chunky combat boots with heels that make him look even taller than he actually is. He is slender but looks very fit. The second guy had shorter hair, almost a mullet, he was covered in tattoos and dressed in a blouse that was similar to Thomas’, only white instead of burgundy, he also had high waisted shorts on. Very short shorts. Showing off his long legs and muscular thighs, he had on a pair of normal combat boots, but the white socks peeking out of them had lace on top. 

“What in all hell? Is this a fucking gay conference, can’t you people be more decent?”

“I think it would be more decent if you let the lady go. She doesn’t look like she wants your sweaty hands on her.” The guy with the mullet says and although he’s rather calm, there’s a menacing tone in his voice.

“How the fuck would you know what a woman wants— stand still, bitch!” He lifts his hand at Victoria and Thomas’s heart stops for a second as she yelps. He almost can’t look. But in the blink of an eye she’s free and by his side, holding on to him. The guy who was holding her is shoved into the wall behind them by the man with the mullet. Thomas hears another crash and the more fit guy lands on the ground by Thomas’s feet, blood all over his nose and holding onto his stomach. The long haired man looks down at him unimpressed, he has blood smeared on his forehead, but Thomas is quite sure that it isn’t his own. 

“I’d suggest learning to be decent human beings before you go out into the world. Also maybe try to learn some self defense before you start a fight.”, the long haired guy comments, setting off the dude who just got knocked over. He’s just getting up angrily when the bouncer from the club rounds the corner and spots. 

“What the hell is happening here?” He asks as the guy in shorts who is still holding the chubbier guy against the wall, forearm crushing the other guy’s windpipe, smiles and speaks up.

“Nothing really, my boyfriend here just likes it rough.” He says and to Thomas’s astoundment he leans in and forcefully kisses the other man. The bouncer leaves, clearly not interested anymore and when the mullet guy pulls out of the kiss the other man makes a disgusted noise.

“Let go of me, you disgusting bag of—” The asshole gets a fist to his stomach and then is let go to crumble to the ground while wheezing.

“Caro, you need help?” Thomas turns and sees the long haired guy holding the second asshole into a headlock while he trashes around. 

“Well, you can kick him in the balls if you really want—”

“No please!” The guy stops trashing and funnily enough, does everything possible to cover his crotch. “We’re sorry! We’ll leave!” He calls out, the other one doesn’t say anything, he’s still gasping for air on the ground.

“Maybe you should apologize to those lovely people over there for ruining their night?” The mullet guy leans down to the other guy’s eye level, then spits out on the ground by his feet. “Or do you also want a kiss first?” He winks. 

“No! Please, we’re sorry! We’ll never bother anyone ever again!” 

“Somehow, I doubt that.” The long haired guy says but swings the other man’s body away from him, hard enough to land the other guy on his ass again. “Fuck off before we change our minds.” He rushes to get up and almost faceplants the ground, then grabs his friend, still heaving, by the arm and pulls him away.

“Hey there, you guys all right?” The long haired man is right there next to them, offering Thomas his hand. “I’m Ethan, the man-child over there is Damiano.” He tilts his head into the direction of the other man. Thomas finally comes to his senses and goes to take the other man’s hand. He probably doesn’t need help getting up, but he appreciates the gesture. 

“Oh, your palm, you scraped it.” He says and gently grabs Thomas’s wrist, turning his palm up. It was scraped bloody and with pebbles and dirt on it. Thomas examined the other one and it looked the same. 

“I got wet wipes.” Victoria says from where she’s still crouching next to him and pulls out a packet of antibacterial tissues. She takes one of his hands and starts gently cleaning it. It stings, but he tries his best not to make any noise.

“Give me one too, I’ll help with the other.” Ethan says and Victoria quickly hands him one. Thomas can’t help the way his lips part as Ethan gently begins to clean his palm. 

“Shh, it’s alright.” Ethan tells him as he gently cleans out the dirt, then blows cold air on his palm. Thomas didn’t even realize he whimpered and tried pulling his hand back. He can’t help blushing, Ethan looks even more gorgeous up close. His hair is long and lucious and his face is sharp, his eyes are almost black and he has cute little moles sprinkled everywhere. 

“Well, the coast is clear, they aren’t coming back.” The other man, Damiano, calls out and walks back over to them after probably watching the assholes leave. “Oh? Playing nurse?” He also crouches down next to Thomas, who is already overwhelmed with attention. 

“Thank you for helping us out.” Victoria suddenly says as she lets go of Thomas’s hand. 

“Don’t mention it, we live to fight crime.” Damiano tells them with a smile and fucking hell, he’s absolutely gorgeous too. His eyes are soft, but the rest of his face is sculpted in such a way that puts a lot of statues to shame. “Gay crimes and fashion crimes and those two were guilty of both.” He chuckles, then turns his face to Ethan and frowns. “Can I have one of those wipes?” He asks Victoria who, of course, quickly hands him one.

“Did you get hurt?” Ethan asks with a frown, but Damiano just grabs the other man by the back of his head and then wipes the smudge of blood on his forehead. Thomas sees Ethan’s cheeks light up and he can’t help smiling. They both look so cute together. When they all finally get up, Victoria pulls him in for a hug and when she lets go she turns to the other two boys.

“I’m Victoria, this is Thomas.” She tells them and they both grin.

“A pleasure.” Damiano does a cute little bow for her and then winks at Thomas.

“Were you two on your way home? We can walk you there, if you’d like.” Ethan offers.

“Oh no, there’s no need—”

“Please, we’ll sleep better if we know you two got home safe.” Ethan says in the most calming voice that Thomas had ever heard. In fact, calmness just oozes out of the man’s every pore, he almost can’t believe that this is the same person that headbutted another guy hard enough to make him bleed just minutes ago. 

“Alright, it’s n-not that far..” Thomas looks at Victoria to make sure she also agrees and is glad to see her nod. “And thank you… again.” 

They both insist that it was no big deal and then they all start walking in the general direction of his and Victoria’s apartment. They lead the way while the other two walk closely behind them. Damiano is humming a tune that reminds Thomas of some pop song from the early 2000’s. Victoria is gently holding his hand and leaning into him.

“You’re okay, right? I was really scared to see you hit the ground like that.” She says and he lifts her hand and kisses it. His ass hurts a bit from the fall, but thankfully, he didn’t hit his head.

“I’m okay, just a bit shaken. I was really scared that… they’d take you away from me.” He says in a small voice, but he’s sure that the two men behind them can still hear him and he probably sounds pathetic, but—

“Wait, so you guys are actually together?” Damiano asks all of a sudden, then whistles. “Great catch, man!” Thomas turns to them just as Ethan slaps the other man over the back of his head with a loud smack. 

“I am so sorry for him, he has the filter of a six year old.” Ethan tells them while Damiano glares at him. “But I also have to say sorry for assuming you were gay, Thomas. You have a great style that is just not common among straight men.”

“Oh I’m not—” he and Victoria start speaking at the same time. Thomas gets very flustered again.

“Yeah, no worries, he’s not straight. I think it’s safe to assume that no one here is.” She says with a smirk.

“Oh dear lord. The images in my head right now—stop hitting me!” Damiano says as he ducks to avoid another slap. “Can you blame me? They’re both hot as fuck!” 

“You’re, um… also bisexual?” Thomas somehow finds the courage to ask. He’s been around a lot of gay men, mostly at uni, but never actually another bisexual man, so he’s a bit curious. He was always told by a lot of people, especially his parents, that he can't be bisexual because he’s only ever dated women. Well, one woman; Victoria. They watch porn together, though. Gay porn occasionally and it does turn him on to see twinks that look like him get railed into next week by a hot, beefy guy. And he definitely likes getting fucked, so it’s very likely that he's something other than straight.

“Well, I’m pansexual. Ethan over here… he has a special way of describing what he is. Don’t ask. Please, don’t ask.” He chuckles and there clearly is an inside joke there. 

“I’m basically pan also.” He says after he gives Damiano an unamused look. “But we’ve been together for three very glorious years now, I’m not sure I know what I like anymore.” Ethan says with a sigh. 

“I still know what I like.” Damiano says with a grin. “I’d like to know what it’s like to get fucked by such a pretty girl.” 

“Damiano! You can’t just say that!” Ethan angrily whispers, genuinely horrified by what his boyfriend’ words.

But both Thomas and Victoria laugh at them. 

“Don’t worry, it’s fine, he can fantasize about us all he wants.” Victoria says as she finishes chuckling. Thomas can’t help the way his breath hitches. They both look so out of this world and tempting as fuck. He can already imagine her using them against him, next time they fuck. Telling him how desperate he looked at them. How he obviously wanted them.

“Oh Lord, imagine them together, caro.” Damiano starts. “Must be a beautiful picture.” 

“Well, I can’t disagree with you there, they’re both very pretty.” Ethan says, but while looking very lovingly at his boyfriend. Thomas tightens the grip he has on her hand and swallows quite audibly. To think that two such fucking gorgeous men would find him beautiful, sounds almost absurd. 

“We’re here.” Victoria announces and Thomas is almost relieved. Not because he doesn’t like their company, but because he can’t wait to have this night behind them. He wants to cuddle her in bed and maybe cry a little. “Would you guys like to come in for a drink?”

“Sure—”

“We would, but I think you guys need to relax a bit after what happened tonight.” Ethan says and physically pulls his boyfriend back. Thomas can’t help chuckling at how undignified Damiano looks. He finds it resembles something he can also relate to. He’s curious for more. For more of these two humans.

“It’s still early, we can relax later. We owe you guys at least a drink.” He sees the surprised look on Victoria’s face at him insisting.

“Well… one drink. No alcohol, though.” Ethan says and Thomas wonders why, they both look like they already came out of a club. 

They turn on the light and show Damiano and Ethan inside. Victoria heads for the kitchen and Thomas has to urge to follow her but he knows it would be impolite to leave their guests alone. 

“Oh wow, you two have a lot of clothes.” Ethan says while admiring the racks of clothing that clutter their living room. 

“A shit ton! This outdoes even my collection, I’m impressed.” Damiano exclaims as he ventures towards a rack that looks like it has more masculine clothes. It was still Victoria’s, though. 

“Victoria works in a thrift shop. She brings a lot of things home.” Thomas tells them with a chuckle. 

“And… you’re a musician?” Ethan asks. He ventured over to the coffee table where the chaos of Thomas’s old sheets reigns supreme. Victoria had long since given up trying to keep track of them and always managed to throw away the ones he still needed, so she just let him have that space as his own creative clutter. 

“I study music theory.” He says and Ethan immediately beams at him.

“That’s awesome. My parents were musicians when they were younger, I grew up around music.”

“Oh? Do you play anything?” 

“A little bit of everything, I haven’t in a long while, though.” His enthusiasm has died down a bit. 

“Well, it’s official, the only non-alcoholic drink we have in the house is water. I’ve searched everywhere.” She says and puts down a tray of glasses of water on top of Thomas’s music sheets and smiles. “Enjoy!” Thomas can’t help laughing.

“You guys can drink anything you like, it’s just me who doesn’t drink alcohol.” Damiano says in a very relaxed way, as he walks over with one of Victoria’s T-shirt’s in hand. “And Ethan when he feels like supporting me.” He then holds up the shirt. It was the one that had “Miley makes me wet” printed on it. “I was wondering where you found this in the cropped version? I have one just like it but it’s really long and annoying.”

“Oh! I tailored it myself. I do it for a lot of my and Thomas’s clothes.” His eyebrows shoot up in surprise but then he makes a disappointed face, probably realizing that he won’t be able to purchase a cropped version. “I can cut it for you if you like. It’s no big deal.” 

“Would you? Seriously? I’ll pay whatever—”

“Oh no, you’re not paying shit. It’s the least I can do.” She insists but then Ethan speaks up. 

“Please don’t feel obligated to do anything for us. We just saw two assholes bothering you and decided to step in. It wasn’t a heroic act it was basic human decency—”

“Can you please stop preaching, I want a crop top!” Damiano groans and Thomas can’t help but laugh as he drinks his room temperature water. 

“You can drop it by tomorrow, if you like. I’ll finish it by the weekend.” Victoria tells him and Damiano practically beams. Ethan sighs and also takes a gulp of water 

“The girls at the bar will die of envy.” Damiano claps his hands in excitement.

“At the bar?” Thomas asks.

“Yeah, I work at a drag bar right down the street from where we met, we were on our way home too. Ethan insists on coming to it and walking me back home with me when I work the really late shift. Like I can’t handle myself.” He sticks his tongue out at his boyfriend. 

Thomas frowns, because he just said he doesn’t drink alcohol, yet he works in a bar? He almost opens his mouth to ask but Victoria has a hand on a knee and squeezes. 

“What do you do, Ethan?” She asks and he swallows his words. Because yes, now that he thinks about it, it’s probably not the smartest thing to ask a person. 

“I’m a hairdresser. I work in a salon downtown.”

“That’s so cool! Though, honestly I should have known. No mere mortal has such gorgeous hair.” She says and Thomas has to frown again. 

“I have long hair too!” He reminds her, and it’s definitely a continuous decision, not him just being too lazy to do anything with it. 

“Thomas, you haven’t washed your hair in a week, I’m sure it’s actually petrified in that messy thing you call a manbun.”

“I like your color, Thomas. It’s really pretty and it compliments your eyes. A shame you’re not showing more of it.” 

“What he’s trying to say is that he’d love to get his scissors in your hair. What do you say, Victoria? You cut my T-shirt and my boyfriend cuts Thomas’s hair.”

“Deal!” She calls out over both Ethans and Thomas’ heads. 

Thomas pouts and not because he really doesn’t want a haircut, but because the prospect of that intimidatingly gorgeous guy playing with his hair sounds like a situation he would have a hard time not squirming in.

“Come on Ethan, I know you want to.” Damiano insists and his boyfriend’s reserve immediately crumbles. 

“Alright, but only if Thomas also wants it. I have enough toddlers protesting their haircut, I don’t need a full grown man crying in my chair.” 

They all turn to him and Thomas sighs. 

“Just don’t make me boring. Nothing my mom will ever agree to, please.”

“Thomas.” Ethan starts in a serious voice and gestures at Damiano. “Haircuts that make parents cry are obviously my speciality.” 

They laugh and make just a bit more small talk before Ethan announces that it’s time for them to probably go home. 

“Just call and tell whoever’s on the phone that you need to speak to me personally, we’ll schedule something as soon as possible.” He gives Thomas a card. “I could do it at home, but I’d much rather have a mirror in front of you.” 

“And you drop by with the shirt anytime, if no one’s home, our next door neighbor is an old lady with six cats. She’ll gladly take it.” 

“Oh god, please don’t steal that woman’s cats.” Ethan immediately says as Damiano’s eyes widen. “We already have three cats at home, he’s a menace.” Ethan groans. Both Thomas and Victoria can’t help but chuckle.

They seem like such great people. Open and fun, but also caring and mindful of each other. 

“You guys sleep well, ok?” Damiano says in a surprisingly caring tone and leans in to hug both him and Victoria before walking out the door. Thomas can’t help thinking that he smells really nice. 

“Yeah, have a good night.” Ethan says and also leans in for a hug. It feels a bit more stiff but the smile on his face is definitely genuine. “And don’t forget to call.” He tells Thomas again before walking out to take Damiano’s hand.

They both say goodbye. Victoria waves while he just stands there still somewhat in awe of the duo as they make their way down the road.

“Come on, caro. It’s getting cold.” She tells him and urges him back inside. 

Once the door is closed, their living room seems almost empty. He doesn’t mind the quiet, it was just fun to have people over and distract him from what actually happened today.

“I’ll just put the glasses away, you want to go ahead and shower first?” She asks but Thomas immediately shakes his head. “That’s all right, we’ll shower together.” She gets up on her toes to smack him a kiss, then heads for the kitchen with the glasses in hand. Thomas spots something on the couch where Damiano was sitting. It was a ring. A cheap looking jewelry that’ll probably stain your skin green if you wear it for too long. He remembers that Damiano has a few rings on. Maybe he lost it. Thomas tries it on, but it’s a bit too loose on his bony fingers. 

“Huh? Did one of them lose that?” Victoria asks as she hugs him from behind and leans her head on his shoulder. 

“I guess. It’s cute.” He muses and she holds his hand to admire the ring, but then turns his palm around to see the scrapes. It was just a surface level wound. Most cuts have scabbed over already, but it serves to remind him that the situation had been truly scary.

“We were really lucky they came.” He sighs and can’t help feeling a bit defeated, he takes off the ring and places it on top of the pile of papers on their coffee table. “I’m sorry I couldn’t really protect you.” His mouth feels dry as he says it.

“Thomas, you are the bravest and most amazing boy ever and I know you would have done anything you could to protect me. I’m just glad it didn’t have to come to that. I couldn’t stand seeing you get hurt anymore than you could have seen me get hurt.” He turns around and pulls her into a tight hug, glad that none of them actually got hurt. “Let’s go shower and head to bed.” He nods and follows her lead. 

The hot water relaxes him a bit, he avoids his palms because they sting and is very glad that Victoria is helping him out. 

“Oh, baby, I think your ass is also going to bruise.” She says in a sympathetic tone as he gently dabs him dry with a towel.

“It’s ok, it’ll pass.” He says, even though he is not looking forward to sitting down in class on Monday. Once they are both dry she applies some antibacterial cream on his palms and gives both of them a little kiss before telling him he can go ahead and climb into bed while she finishes her routine. He’s reluctant to leave but knows she likes to be alone for all her skincare sorcery. 

He’s so exhausted when he hits the bed. It had truly been an off day. It’s not like he’s never been bullied before. He was always the odd kid everywhere. Highschool would have been shit if not for Victoria. He knows that most of the male “friends” he had in school just hung around with him because she was always by his side. They all wanted her. She has always been absolutely gorgeous. But that was the only thing those guys ever saw, her looks, her pretty hair, her hot body. No one ever saw the way she invested serious time in the most silliest of skills, but then mastered that craft. Or the way she would use her lunch money to buy food for the local strays stray dogs. Or even the fierce way she stood against any homophobic comment, because she loved her moms with all her heart. Thomas thinks he had fallen in love with her when they were still kids. Before he even knew what love was. Not that he actually found out what love was before her. He had no clue. And it’s scary how close you can get to losing something just because someone else thinks you don’t deserve it. 

But he does. He knows he deserves her love, because he respects her like none of those people ever could have. He gives more of himself to her than any of them could. 

He almost misses when she drops in the bed next to him. Her skin looks glowy and so soft. 

“You sure you’re ok?” She asks and softly caresses his face with her fingers and honestly looks like she’d offer him anything to make him happy.

“Can I just hold you?” He asks, because that’s all that he needs right nowin this moment. To feel her body against his. So she turns around and cuddles her body into his. He embraces her and nuzzles in her hair, they spoon and relax into one another. It’s such a late hour and it’s so peaceful as they enjoy the comforting silence, that he almost falls asleep before he hears her speak again.

“Ethan and Damiano are both cuties, aren’t they?” She asks and he can’t help but pull her closer and chuckle against her skin. 

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Ethan wakes up to the sound of his own heavy breathing, he’s laid out on the bed, flat on his stomach. His breath hitches again involuntarily when he feels it. A hot wet tongue licking hard from under his balls and up over his hole. 

“Fuck! Damiano wha—” His boyfriend chuckles and he can feel it on his skin, his morning scruff tickles him, but Ethan can feel his own hard dick rubbing against the sheets and he wonders just how long Damiano has been doing this for.

“Morning, Rapunzel.” He feels Damiano kiss the inside of his thigh and bite the skin there. “I was getting bored, all alone.”

“I see— oh fuck.” Damiano pushes a wet finger inside him and god, they are so fucking thick. “Uhh! I don’t think— don’t have time.” He groans, but that train of thought drives itself into a wall, as Damiano presses down on his perineum with his thumb and thrusts against his prostate from the inside making his hips jerk forward. The little cunt learned how to push his buttons just right. 

“You open up so easily, Ethan. I’m going to fuck you so good, I’m going to open you up and then sink my cock into you and use you until I come in your hole and make a mess of you.” 

“Please.” He breathes out once Damiano adds a finger, it’s a bit of a burn but then his boyfriend spits over his hole, smears it around and pushes it inside of him. He starts moaning loudly, but then shoves his head into the pillow to keep quiet, because the apartment next to theirs is an airbnb and a family with children is renting it. Damiano chuckles at him. 

“Yeah, let’s not scare the little ones, amore.” He says sweetly but then thrusts into him again. Ethan’s muffled groans fill the room. “Hmm, you look so good humping the bed for me.” He says as if it amuses him. “I should wake you up this way more often.” 

It’s not like he ever regrets sex, especially not with Damiano. The fucker can move his hips like nothing Ethan has ever felt before. It’s ridiculous how good he is when he wants to be. 

But… he then has the nerve to remind Ethan, who is practically melting into the sweat and come stained sheets beneath him, that he has his yoga class in 30 minutes and he knows fucking well that the tram leaves in about 10 minutes. 

“Shit! The fuck am I supposed to do now?” He gets up and groans because every muscle has already been used and flexed and arched. His body already feels like liquid. 

“Well as I see it, you either shower, miss the tram and spend a Sunday morning cuddled in bed with me like a regular human, or you put on a pair of thick, hopefully black, pants and go to your stupid yoga class with my come still leaking out of you.” 

Ethan gapes at his still naked boyfriend. He would honestly love to stay home and cuddle, especially after the night they just had. But he already paid for these courses. Missing them would be wasting his own, hard earned money. And if there’s one thing he hates, it’s wasting that. So, he wipes his sweat down with a wet towel as fast as he can, finds his black sweatpants and a tank top, and throws them on, before he turns to Damiano, who is still naked on the bed trying to make himself as appealing as possible as, clearly a last attempt to stop his boyfriend from leaving, but Ethan just leans over him and gives him a kiss.

“You’re horrible, but I love you.”

“You’re horrible, but I love you too.” Damiano responds and Ethan smiles at him, but then notices his lover's scraped knuckles. He frowns and brings that hand to his lips and kisses the raw looking skin. Damiano says nothing, just smiles and rubs his thumb over Ethan’s forehead. It confuses him at first, but then he feels a soreness there and realizes he might have bruised. Sadly he doesn’t have time to talk about last night yet.

“When I get back, I promise.” He says and  Damiano nods understandingly. Ethan then grabs his wallet and gym bag as he runs out the door.

His first thought after he actually makes it on the tram and very uncomfortably sits himself and his wet boxers down, goes to Victoria and Thomas. He hopes that they slept well and that they aren’t too shaken about what had happened. Ethan’s very glad that Damiano noticed the situation from across the street and also that both of them are very skilled in self defense. He’s glad he forced Damiano to take those classes with him, even if his boyfriend might have shown off a bit too much. But who is he kidding, it was hot as fuck.

Damiano always manages to crawl under his skin in the best way possible. He closes his eyes and sighs. For some reason, last night reminded him a lot of the first day he met his boyfriend…

A very nice client of his gave him a free ticket to their drag show. It was a small bar with a little stage and it was close to his apartment, so Ethan decided to go. It was not like he had anything better to do. So, dressed accordingly in his best black leather pants and a fine mesh shirt and did his makeup in a dark purple with a hint of pink, he headed for the bar. 

Ethan saw his client perform, had a great time, met a lot of interesting people and received a lot of nice compliments. It had been a great night. And yet, he still found himself alone at the bar, nursing over an already warm beer. He wasn't bored though,  he caught small glimpses of the cute bartender all night. The man served at the bar and also occasionally brought drinks out in the room when the other waiters were too busy. Unlike most people there, he wasn’t dressed in drag. But he had shoulder length curly hair and a lot of makeup on, fake lashes and black lipstick, he was sporting some purple high-waisted jeans and a black crop top with some band name scribbled on it. And yes, he was fucking gorgeous, his long legs, his toned upper body and his chiseled face probably caught the eyes of many. But it was more than that that caught Ethan’s attention. There was something underneath all the glamour, something wild and intense. 

He easily made conversation with the man, found out his name was Damiano and that he got off in two hours. That he told Ethan with a wink. Ethan didn’t actually mean to start anything, but he was intrigued, so he nodded and smiled and then let Damiano carry on with his job. He lit up a cigarette and drank his warm beer for another two hours. Ethan still made conversation with him every chance he got and tried not to seem too pushy or desperate. But even just admiring him from afar was interesting. He saw the bartender cut off a guy who was probably drinking his heart out, he even took the man’s phone from him and called around until he found someone to come and pick him up. Then, when Damiano finally told Ethan to wait outside, he did so immediately. They went back to the bartender's place and fucked. 

It was Ethan’s first one night stand and he immediately realized it had been a mistake, because he had already caught some kind of feelings for this man. This man you fell dead asleep right after sex and who had a way too clean apartment and who then ghosted Ethan on and off for the next three months. Then one night he suddenly got a drunken phone call at 3am and finally saw that wild thing within him. 

He’s pulled out of this memory by the realization that he has almost reached his destination, so quickly grabs his bag and heads for the doors. 

On his way to the gym, Ethan wonders why his thoughts brought him back to that scene, where he found Damiano on the curb on the road, completely wasted and with bruises on his knees and elbows. It maybe has something to do with how different he looked last night. Empowered and strong, but still wild inside. Ethan still sees it in his eyes. Even after all these years it’s still there. 

“Y-you duh—don’t get it.” Damiano spits out as Ethan struggles up the stairs with him. They’ve gone on a few dates these past months, but Ethan has never seen the other man drink any kind of alcohol. It was always either a virgin cocktail, a soft drink or even tea. He avoided alcohol like someone who clearly had a problem with it. But Ethan never asked. Never pried. Never forced a conversation that wasn’t meant to happen yet. 

But it clearly was meant to happen now. In the worst way possible. 

“I’m sure you can explain it to me tomorrow, when you’re sober.” Ethan tells him as he carefully lays the other man down on the bed. 

“T-there used n-not to be o-one…” He slurs as Ethan walks back in the room with a tall glass of water. 

“One what?” He asks with a frown. 

“A th-tomorrow when I would be s-sober.” He says with almost no emotion in his voice. He accepts the water from Ethan and drinks it so fast he almost chokes on it. Ethan honestly doesn’t know how to respond to that, he wants to let the other man know that he would never judge, but also that he’ll be there for support, if Damiano lets him. “I’ll p-probably… throw up t-that water.” 

“Ok, I’m going to the kitchen again to get you something, I’ll be right back.” He runs down the hallway, grabs a water bucket from the storage closet and a pack of medicine from the kitchen cupboard. It was for car sickness, but he knows it works for drunkenness too. 

“Here, I’ll put this by the bedside and if you want to take one of these now, they might help you later.” 

Damiano is practically doubled over in bed holding onto his stomach and clearly in no position to take anything right now, so Ethan puts the pills away.

“Hey…” He sits down next to him and swipes the sweaty hair out of his face. He looks lost, scared and confused. 

“It was g-going so good.” He hiccups and then quickly grabs for the bucket. “T-then you h-had to come and rh-ruing everything.” He starts puking his guts out and it smells like really strong alcohol mixed with bitter stomach acid and Ethan doesn’t know how he’s responsible for all of this. “At l-least it’s over now.” He says as he wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve. His face is blotchy red.

“I’d rather talk with you about this tomorrow. Because I feel like right now you’re making up scenarios in your head that aren’t really happening.”

“It will happen.” Damiano says and it sounds mean now. Even a bit more sober. “You’ll want to know everything and once you do you’ll be disgusted by me too.” It’s the “too” at the end that really makes Ethan frown. Because this has clearly happened to him before. 

He takes the bucket out of Damiano’s lap and takes it to the bathroom to empty it, rinse it with water, and then he brings it back, just in case. Damiano seems to have gotten out of bed and is struggling to put on his jacket from where Ethan discarded it on the floor. It was clearly inside out.

“Can you please stop?” He tells Damiano in a serious tone. He, interestingly enough, shivers and stops. His shoulders are hunched over like he feels that he’s about to get scolded. “You’re staying the night, we don’t have to sleep together if you don’t want to, but I’m not letting you be alone right now.” Ethan walks over to him and hugs him very gently from behind while also taking the jacket out of his hands. He still smells like cigarettes, alcohol and vomit, but it’s ok.

“You don’t understand—”

“And you don’t get to tell me how I feel.” He keeps his tone soft this time as he guides the other man to bed. “I don’t know what you’ve been through and I don’t dare to assume anything, but I’ve seen you carrying a weight around for a while now and whatever it is, it doesn’t scare me, because I like you, Damiano.” He snaps his head up at Ethan and the look in his eyes is almost amazement. “I wish you would let me like more of you.” He whispers and thinks for a second that Damiano didn’t really hear him, but then after the other settles into bed again, Ethan goes to leave the room. He plans to sleep on the couch and make sure that Damiano doesn’t try to leave and hurt himself somehow.

“Stay.” 

“Ethan honey, it’s way too hot for those long sweatpants.” One of the Yoga moms says as he walks into the room still with 5 minutes to spare. “What happened to those cute little shorts you usually wear?” He tries his hardest not to blush, because they don’t usually get to him. They may try to set him up with their daughters or even with themselves, but he’s gotten used to it by now. 

“All currently in the wash.” He says and tries to hold back a groan when he feels more come leaking out of him as he bends over to spread out his yoga mat. It damps his already wet underwear even more and he sighs because it’s uncomfortable as hell, but also fucking hot. He should have definitely skipped this class. There is absolutely no position that doesn’t remind him how fucked open he is. And by the end of the class he’s drenched in sweat and panting hard enough to probably get all the moms hot and bothered. He bolts out of the studio without even showering or wiping his sweat off.

He’s more than glad to finally get home and throws his shirt off the second he gets through the door. Damiano watches him from their small kitchenette, he appears to be eating a croissant with his morning tea and reading the newspaper, completely unbothered. At least he had the decency to put some clothes on.

“Had fun?” He asks and Ethan can hear the smirk on his face.

“It was wonderful.” He says with as much ease as he can manage, but then steps further into the living room, takes their little glass coffee table, moves it out of the way and then walks out into the middle of the room again and looks at Damiano, who is purposefully ignoring him. “Caro?” He asks and the other finally lifts his head to look at him, then frowns. “I want you to come here and show me how you punch someone.” 

Damiano’s mouth opens, but no sound comes out. He knows what this is and he knows what Ethan wants to do with him, but he seems a bit overwhelmed by the sudden offer. 

“I’m not going to ask again, if you don't move your pretty behind, I’m going to come over there, drag you here by your hair and then kick your ass.” Damiano immediately puts down the newspaper and almost trips over his own two feet walking over to where Ethan is standing shirtless and still completely sweaty. 

“Is this payback for this morning or does it have something to do with last night?” Damiano asks and he sounds rather intimidated, so Ethan relaxes his stance a bit.

“It’s mostly for fun, you did good last night.” He tells him and Damiano nods, but then goes into a fighting stance. He slowly circles Damiano a couple of times, his boyfriend never lets him behind his back, so he turns around with him. Ethan honestly does not expect Damiano to make the first move, but the other lounges at him with a sudden and low aiming punch. A low blow in the literal sense of the way. Ethan reacts just fast enough to dodge it, then puts some space in between them by shoving Damiano away. 

“Huh, didn’t think you’d still have it in you after the fucking I gave you this morning.” Damiano bites and Ethan smirks because he likes this. It’s fake violence and fake hatred and it makes him feel almost dizzy. “What’s the matter? Was yoga too hard on you?” He’s trying to get under Ethan’s skin and it’s adorable. “Or did they kick you out of there for being a disgusting perver—” he distracts Damiano by making it seem like he’s going to punch, but then kicks Damiano right in his left shoulder, sending him flying down onto the heavy carpet. “Fuck!” The other grabs his right elbow. It was probably burned raw. But he looks otherwise ok, so Ethan grabs him by the hair and lifts him up, he avoids another punch attempt from Damiano, then shoves him back down on the floor. He hisses again, but before he can move Ethan steps on his chest. He’s still wearing his yoga sneakers as he presses down hard.

“Fuck!” Damiano groans and quickly grabs his ankle, so Ethan stops.

“Tap out.” Ethan tells him and expects Damiano to maybe act stubborn for a bit, but no, his boyfriend taps the floor three times. Ethan immediately takes his foot off and helps him rise. 

“I’ll never understand how you can move so fast.” Damiano says while rubbing at his elbow again. Ethan takes his hand and leads him to the bathroom where he can look at the wound. 

“You’re too into it and not paying attention.” Ethan tells him even though he probably doesn’t have to. Damiano definitely knows just how hard he is. 

“Aha.” He grunts as Ethan cleans out the harmless scrape, then looks at his knuckles, but those were already scabbed over. “Any chance you’ll let me get off?” 

“Nope.” Ethan tells him but then pulls away and starts undressing, which of course gives Damiano more reasons to grumble under his breath. It’s honestly the only real form of effective punishment that Ethan can ditch out. “I’m going to shower and you’re going to sit there where I can keep an eye on you. Afterwards we can go back to having breakfast.” Damiano sighs, but doesn’t really object to anything, he just grabs a magazine, hoists a leg up on the toilet and starts pretending to read. When Ethan finally gets under the hot spray of water and feels all the filth and grime and dried off come rinse off of his body it’s like heaven. He doesn’t bother with putting on any kind of show, he just focuses on cleaning himself, but he’s still aware that Damiano is watching. He knows just how much he’s aching after having been thrown to the ground like that and stepped on. It’s probably an unhealthy kink, but Ethan made sure to take a shit ton of classes and courses on self defence and combat sports before even thinking of actually doing something like this to his lover. He knows where to hit and where not to, he knows how to make him fall and in a worst case scenario he knows how to react to different injuries. 

By the time he steps out of the shower, steam still rising from his skin he sees Damiano looking bored and no longer hard. 

“You take way too fucking long to wash your hair.” Damiano tells him and almost like a bratty child he bolts out of the bathroom. Ethan dries himself in peace and walks out to his lover still drinking his tea, but there’s also a cup of coffee next to him. So Ethan smiles and sits down. “Well, now that we started this Sunday with a bang and our temporary neighbors might have called the cops on us, shall we talk about last night?” 

“What specifically are we going to talk about? How disgusting those two men were? You getting hard over all the violence? How absolutely wreckable Thomas looks? Victoria’s amazing thighs?”

“We can also add all the pegging fantasies I’ve been having into the mix.” Damiano says as he takes another sip. 

“How can you be so sure they—”

“Ethan, there was a strap-on belt casually hanging on one of their clothes racks.” Ethan spits his coffee back into his own cup and gapes at his boyfriend. “I’m not even kidding, they had the decency not to have a dildo sticking out of it, but I can assure you it looked heavily used.” Ethan has to cover his mouth and chuckle. “We need to befriend them, they’re interesting and fun.” He definitely can’t deny that, they seem like amazing people.

“I agree, but I also think we should let them decide if they want to contact us or not. I don’t want them to feel forced into a friendship out of guilt. Wait until Thomas calls for a hair appointment, then you can take your shirt to Victoria.” Damiano groans in frustration.

“But what if he doesn’t call?”

“Well, then it wasn’t meant to be.” He feels a bit guilty at how defeated Damiano looks. “I’m sure he’ll call.” He encourages and rubs a hand over Damiano’s back.

“We don’t have any fun friends.” He pouts.

“Leo would be sad if he heard you say that.”

“Leo is practically my mom, he doesn’t count.”

They finish breakfast and Damiano starts cleaning up the apartment a bit while Ethan goes through their unopened mail and they both discuss lunch and dinner plans. Ethan absolutely adores lazy days like this.

It’s a late Tuesday when Anna interrupts him while he’s finishing off his last client for the day and gives him the phone. He responds in the usual fashion with his name and a greeting while still playing around with the beautiful black curls he just created. 

“H-hey, this is um… Thomas. We uh—met a few nights ago and um…” Ethan immediately stops applying hairspray and excuses himself from the client to walk out back. 

“Ciao Thomas, it’s nice to hear from you again. I wasn’t sure you would call.” He absolutely loves the stammering tone and the sharp intakes of breath. 

“Sorry, um— I have a lot of papers due this week.”

“It’s perfectly fine, I’m glad you decided to call though. When do you think you have time to stop by?” He opens his calendar before Thomas can change his mind about the whole thing. 

“Ugh, it’s kind of a busy week. The only day when I can promise you anything would be Saturday.” Ethan frowns because Saturday looks booked full already and he promised his parents that he and Damiano would go over for dinner after work.

“Are you still doing anything today?” He asks and closes his calendar. 

“Today? Isn’t it a bit too late?” He can hear traffic noise over the phone, so Thomas clearly wasn’t home yet.

“We’re closing up soon, I just finished my last client, but if you want to drop by, I can stay behind a bit.” He has the key and knows that Angelo wouldn’t mind him staying in late.

“Oh god, I wouldn’t want you to work so late because of me—”

“Thomas, it’s fine, I’ll make us both some coffees and you can have me all to yourself.” He hears Thomas swallow over the phone and has to smirk. “Only if you have time, of course.” 

Thomas agrees and Ethan gives him the address, then goes back to his client with a bright smile on his face. 

He finishes her look, she pays and hugs him goodbye and although he’s not a big fan of hugging strangers, he’s in a good enough mood to hug back. The other stylists begin packing up and leaving, so he tells Angelo, the owner, that he’s staying a bit late today. 

“Oh? Is Damiano regretting the mullet?” He asks humorously. Him and Angelo are the only male stylists and they get along great. Angelo is a great boss, he lets everyone do their own thing and be responsible for their own clients. It’s why Ethan loves working here. 

“No, he’s still rocking it, it’s just a friend of ours.” 

“Is he cute?” He shoves Angelo away. The man is 40, straight and happily married but will never miss a chance to flirt with anything that moves. 

“Please leave!” He begs and goes back to his station.

Everyone has already left and Ethan just finished cleaning up his own station when he hears a knock on the door. He had locked it just in case other people saw the light and thought that it was still open. 

“Hey, welcome, come in.” He opens the door to let Thomas and his two shoulder bags walk in. 

“Sorry it took me so long, the streets are really confusing over here.” He says with a huff and lets his stuff fall to the floor. 

“Yeah, they sadly are. I’m sorry, I should have picked you up.” He gives Thomas a cup of coffee and shows him in, further in the back where he works.

“God no! This already feels like too much just for a haircut.” Thomas says as he follows and looks around. “Wow, this place is huge.”

“Yeah, we’re 12 stylists, usually. Not all of them work everyday, but you get the picture.”

“Are you sure it’s ok for us to just—”

“Perfectly fine, I’ve been working here for 5 years now. I don’t mean to brag but I don’t think this place could survive without me and my loyal clients.” He shows Thomas to the seat and turns the lights on a bit brighter. The other man winches at this.

“So, are you going to show me what I’m working with?” Thomas still had his hair up in an unintentionally messy bun. It looks like it’s been that way since this morning. 

“Uh, yeah.” He struggles to unknot everything and lets his hair down. It’s wavy and sticking out in all directions, about 5cm past his shoulders. It has no form or style, it just looks like it has been growing wild for years. The severely split ends also indicate that he hadn’t seen a hairdresser in quite a while. “Sorry, I know it’s a mess—”

“It’s a gorgeous color.” Ethan says almost mesmerized by the caramel tones. Same hues that can be found in his eyes. It really is a crime not to show this color off. “Come on, let’s wash it. I have a few ideas of what I want to do with you.” He says and walks away, then hears the way Thomas bumps his knee, as he gets up from the chair and follows Ethan to the sink, but he doesn’t comment on it. “Just lay down here and make yourself comfortable.” He gets behind the sink and starts adjusting the temperature, Thomas has his eyes closed and his lips a bit parted and he’s playing with a ring on his finger. Ethan frowns in confusion because he recognizes the ring, it’s Damiano’s. Maybe it’s just a similar one, but that would be too much of a coincidence, because he remembers Damiano wearing that ring the night they met Victoria and Thomas. “How are you guys? How’s Victoria?” 

“She had work today. We’re fine. We’ll probably never go anywhere near that club again, but we’re fine.” 

“Tell me if the water’s too hot?” He starts wetting the brassy coppery hair.

“It’s fine.” Thomas says and licks his lips.

“Does Victoria know you stopped by today?”

“She basically ordered me yesterday to call and see if I can make an appointment for today, but I um… forgot.” Ethan starts leathering up the shampoo and carefully massages the scalp. “Oh.” Thomas almost moans but cuts himself short, then pretends to cough. “Yeah, she’s happy I’m getting my hair done. How’s Damiano, he h-hasn’t stopped by with the shirt yet.” He changes subject and Ethan can't help but smirk.

“He’s working late today, but he’ll stop by soon, don’t worry.” He can clearly see the way Thomas swallows a lump again and then a breathy gasp leaves him as Ethan applies pressure to his scalp.

“Oh! That feels—uhh.” He doesn’t comment anything because the noises Thomas is making are too gorgeous to interrupt.

Once shampooed and conditioned, Ethan puts Thomas’s hair up with a towel and leads him back to the chair. 

“So… um, are you gonna tell me what you’re planning to do?” Thomas quietly asks as Ethan sits himself down on his stool and takes the towel off. 

“Do you want something specific, or is it alright if I surprise you?”

“No, I trust you. I wouldn’t know what to tell you anyway. I haven’t cut my hair in years, not since my mom forced me to.” Ethan hears something in his tone, but doesn’t pry. It would be way too soon to start discussing complicated family relationships.

“Well, let’s just say I’m going to make you look pretty.” He says and clips half of his hair up, then the other half and then stops. Thomas is wearing a low cut white T-shirt and decorating his exposed neckline are some very pretty red marks. They are on the back of his neck, clearly made by someone who had recently taken him from the behind, the bite mark at the center of his nape looks quite aggressive. Ethan has to bite his lip and grin. He finds Thomas’s gaze in the mirror, but the boy seems completely clueless of what he’s wearing on his neck. “Victoria’s going to love it.” He says and watches Thomas’s cheeks light up.

He slowly starts cutting the length, layering very carefully and measuring everything precisely. Thomas seems to relax a bit when he realizes that Ethan isn’t cutting it above his shoulders. He figured that the other man would still like to have it long and who is he to deny long hair. 

“You’re really good at this… um, cutting hair I mean.” Thomas says shyly, clearly trying to make some kind of conversation to distract himself from Ethan’s lingering touches. 

“Well, I’ve been doing it for a while now. It’s my passion and I’m sure you’re the same with music.” Honestly, he isn’t even all that concentrated right now, his eyes keep wandering down to that almost glowing bite mark. “So… Victoria knew you might be coming in today, right?” Thomas frowns a bit.

“Yeah, of course. Why?” Because she obviously sent Thomas to him like this on purpose. 

“Oh I just don’t want her to worry about where you are.” Thomas fidgets in his chair and it’s adorable.

“I t-texted her after we spoke. S-she knows.”

“Good boy.” He can’t help it. Thomas just makes it way too easy. 

Another silence falls, yet this time Thomas doesn’t dare to speak again. Ethan can see him nervously playing with the ring again under the cape.

“I’m going to cut you a fringe, is that ok with you?” Ethan asks because he knows it can be annoying for people who’ve never had one. 

“It’s— won’t I look too much like Victoria?” Ethan has to laugh because he would have loved to do that too. Make them look so much alike that people will think that they’re a cute little lesbian couple. 

“It won’t be the same. What I’m going for with you is more of a wolf cut.”

“No idea what that is, but it sounds fun.” Thomas grins at him and Ethan thinks his smile is just beautiful.

“It’ll be a very low maintenance haircut for your hair type. You can get out of bed and not even bother with combing it.”

“Sounds too good to be true.” Thomas says looking up at him from between the loose hair hanging over his face.

“I promise.” He cuts the front and tries to ignore Thomas’s little whimper as he sees a huge chuck of his hair falling down. Ethan knows it’ll be worth it. “Close your eyes, please.” He says as he meticulously works the fringe to get it to look more natural. It’s best if he doesn’t see yet and he won’t get hair stuck in his eyes. 

“Did you braid your hair yourself?” Thomas asks as Ethan gets very close to his face. It’s interesting, the other man is usually shy and quiet, but the second he becomes nervous he feels the need to speak.

“No, Damiano did it for me.” He knows that Thomas can probably feel his breath on his face. “He likes braiding it.”

“Oh, that’s… cute.” 

Ethan chuckles and pulls away. He takes a fine brush and uses it to meticulously clean the hairs off of Thomas’s face. “This is the best I can do for now, you can wash your face when I’m done, but it’s safe to open your eyes.” Thomas does so, very slowly. He blinks a couple of times and Ethan smiles at him. His eyes are very pretty up close.

“What do you think?” He moves out of the way and let’s Thomas admire his still wet hair.

“Woah.” Thomas’s mouth gapes. Even wet, it still looks so much like him. Casual, but messy and with a fine feminine touch. It’ll look so good blow dried and styled, but Ethan can also see it looking absolutely amazing when he’s sweaty and fucked out.

“You like it?” Ethan asks as he gets the blow-dryer out and plugs it in. Thomas gets closer to the mirror and runs his hand through the wavy fringe. 

“It’s very pretty but… isn’t it going to stick out everywhere when it dries?” 

Ethan smirks and turns on the blow-dryer. “That’s the point.” 

At first he just blows off all the cut off hair from the cape and out of his hair, then takes the cape off and with the same brush he used for his face he cleans the nape of Thomas’s neck, where all the wet loose hair got stuck. He makes sure to lightly run the brush over the bite mark and gets a response immediately. Thomas’ whole body shivers. 

“Uhh— is there something…” He cuts himself off when he lowers his head and his gaze lands in his lap and he probably notices the ring. “Oh! I forgot!” He quickly takes it off and offers it to Ethan. “Damiano lost this on our couch. Victoria said I should wear it so I don’t forget about it, but I nearly did anyway.” His cheeks are dusted pink as he looks up at Ethan again. 

“It’s ok, you can keep it, it looks good on you.” He restarts the blow-dryer and grabs for a brush. 

“A-are you sure?” Thomas asks loudly over the noise. 

“He has more rings that he can keep track of.” Thomas just nods and looks back down on it. It’s on his thumb, because his fingers are long and slender and no match for how much thicker Damiano’s fingers are. 

He finishes drying his hair rather quickly and he noticed with each passing second that Thomas’ eyes kept growing.

“Fuck! It’s amazing!” He exclaims when Ethan finally turns off the blow-dryer again. “How did you—” Ethan pushes him back down on the chair as he tries to rise and tutts at him.

“Not done yet, pretty boy.” Thomas practically squeaks and Ethan is not sure if it’s because he was shoved back down or because of the pet name, but he smirks regardless. He then grabs a product that he spreads over his hands before applying it in Thomas's pretty wavy caramel locks. 

“T-that smells good.” 

“It’s coconut wax.” Ethan tells him with a smile and he moves the hair around until he’s finally happy with it. “You look gorgeous, Thomas.” He can’t help himself, but Thomas seems to like the compliment. He leans closer into the mirror and shakes his head a bit. “Do you think Victoria will like it?”

“Oh! She’ll love it!” Thomas looks genuinely happy, so Ethan is pleased. There’s a lot that a good haircut can do for a person. He’s often seen his clients walk out of the salon with a renewed confidence and that always makes his day. 

“Do you want me to take a picture for her?” Ethan offers, but he can’t deny that he does have a hidden agenda with this. 

“Oh um, yeah sure. I’m just not that photogenic.” 

“That’s nonsense, just let me turn the chair around.” He spins Thomas around until his back is facing the mirror. “Would you mind if I take the picture with my phone? I’d love to show you off to Damiano too.” He’s really keeping his fingers crossed that this isn’t too much for Thomas, but the younger boy just seems mesmerized. 

“Sure.” He whispers and lets Ethan rearrange him in the chair. 

“Like that, now look up at me. Wait, one more thing.” He takes all the hair from Thomas’s back and spreads it over his shoulders, leaving the back of the neck exposed and visible in the mirror behind him. “Yeah, that’s better. Damiano will love this.” 

Chapter Text

Damiano is out on a smoke break when he feels his phone vibrate in his back pocket. He’s brimming with excitement because of an earlier text from Ethan saying that Thomas had called and they improvised an appointment tonight due to their schedules. Damiano can’t say that he isn’t a little bit envious of Ethan, because he gets to spend some private time with Thomas. But he’s also curious to know how it went. He’s pretty sure that they’ll all click as friends. At least friends. 

For some time now he has been craving some new people in his life to share their memories with. Their current friends are ok, but they just don’t have the same mindset. Same interests…

Not to mention that both Victoria and Thomas are insanely hot to look at, which is always a bonus. 

He pulls the phone out of his pocket and grins when he sees that Ethan sent him a picture. He opens it immediately and can’t help the probably stupid grin that he feels stretch on his face. The haircut is gorgeous, but Damiano expected as much. Thomas is looking up at Ethan. Those pretty bangs are framing his puppy eyes beautifully, his mouth is slightly parted and his hands are both placed neatly in his lap. He notices a glint from a ring on his thumb, and although he can’t be sure he still smirks. He admires the picture for a few good minutes. His cigarette is almost burned out when he notices it. The reflection in the back. It’s so subtle that you could definitely miss it entirely, but right there, low on his nape bloomed a red mark. He zooms in as much as he can and there are definitely teeth imprints on there. Fuck. 

“There you are!” The back exit door slams open and Vivienne walks out with all her boas fluttering in the wind. “Can’t you jerk off in the bathroom like a normal person!” His boss complains while trying not to slip on the gravely pavement with her stilettos.

“I’m taking a smoke break!” He leans back against the wall showing her his already burned out cigarette while he shoves his phone back in his pocket. 

“You do realize you work in a bar and can smoke at any given time, right?” 

“Well, I enjoyed the peace and quiet… while it lasted.” His boss pretends to laugh and then rearranges her bra.

“Look, I’ll get to the point and then you can go back to staring at naked pictures of your hot ass boyfriend.” Damiano doesn’t even bother trying to deny anything. “You know that Carlo broke his ankle yesterday…” he nods, because he had already visited him and brought flowers. “Well… he had a show as Charmer on every night this week and I was able to get someone to replace her every single night except for Saturday, so I was wondering if—”

“You know damn well that I don’t do shows.” He groans, he should have seen this coming.

“Why the fuck not?” Vivienne argues. “You are one of the hottest bitches in there, yet you don’t do shows and you don’t drink alcohol yet you work the bar. You are testing my patience Damiano!” He knows it all just playful banter and he’d normally never take it seriously.

“I can’t.” He mutters quietly and goes to bypass his boss and walk back inside, but she carefully grabs Damiano’s arm.

“Damiano, are you ok?” Great, now he’s a cause for actual concern.

“I just don’t like exposing myself like that.” 

“Exposing— kid, I’ve seen you willingly wear booty shorts so filthy that they made my thong look conservative.” Damiano sighs, he knows Vivienne must be very desperate to push him like this. 

“I just… I hate feeling like I’m selling my body again.” A few quiet seconds follow and Damiano absolutely hates it, because he knows she’s connecting the dots. 

“Oh honey, those motherfuckers in there can barely afford watered down Whiskey, they can’t even dream of affording your body. But that isn’t what you’d be selling, anyway. You know the girls on stage only sell a fantasy, never themselves.” She explains and Damiano can’t help giving her a small smile. “I’m not forcing you to, but I don’t really have anyone else, so please just think it over.”

He sighs again, but nods and walks back inside.

“So fucking shy and awkward.” Ethan practically daydreams again as he brushes his teeth. Damiano is shaving next to him and can’t help but chuckle.

“You know I wouldn’t have minded, if you would have fucked him right there on that chair.” Ethen shoves his arm when he puts the razor down. 

“You know damn well we can’t fuck them, they’re together!” Damiano rolls his eyes. “Not everyone has the same stance on relationships and sex as we do.”

“Well…yes, but they should and they definitely have some kind of kinky game going on, or Thomas wouldn't have walked into your salon looking like a shark victim.” He leans over and playfully kisses Ethan’s neck, smearing the remains of his shaving foam and earning himself an annoyed groan. “Besides, it’s fun to screw around and still love each other like we do.” He finishes and finally leans down to wash his face. 

“None of us have screwed around in months. It would be more fun, if sex with you didn’t raise my standards so fucking much.”

Damiano chuckles and licks his lips. 

“Yeah well, try finding someone who’s dick can compare to yours.” He says and reaches for his boyfriend’s boxers to give his soft cock a nice hard squeeze. Ethan gasps with a mouthful of toothpaste, it runs down his chin and Damiano can’t help laughing. “You’re too easy, amore.” 

“Yah! Stop!” Ethan spits the toothpaste and pulls away. “Keep this up and I might just leave you tied up until I come home from work tomorrow.” Damiano just sticks his tongue out. 

“I’ll have the cats bite me free.” 

“The cats will just sit on your stupid face until you suffocate to death and then they’ll eat you.” Ethan tells him as finishes flossing, then he turns to his boyfriend and runs the back of two fingers over his cheek. 

“Smooth enough for you to fuck?” Damiano asks and sees Ethan's big eyes darken with each passing second. You could lose yourself in those dark orbs if you’re not careful. 

“Yes.” His thumb passes Damiano’s lips and then forces itself inside. “I can definitely fuck your face now.” Damiano would love to say something mean about how sensitive Ethan’s dick is, that rubbing it on his stubble would immediately cause his boyfriend a harsh beard burn, but Damiano knows better than to make too many snarky comments about Ethan’s cock.

He pulls away and Damiano doesn’t need to be ordered to go to the bedroom. He quickly takes his sweatpants and underwear off and kneels naked on the bed, his back facing Ethan and his hands neatly clasped behind himself. He hears Ethan rummage around in their dresser and he’s definitely taking his time, so Damiano relaxes his shoulders a bit and lets his head hang low. All until Ethan appears behind him and runs a hand through his hair, pulling slightly at his short locks. 

“Are you nervous?” Ethan asks and he’s not, not for the sex at least. He loves it when Ethan uses him like this and they do it often enough for him to know how to handle every situation. Whether he isn’t getting enough air for too long, whether he feels dizzy, or when he’s gag reflex feels like it’s going to give. He’s learned to read the signs of his body. So no, he’s not nervous about tonight, but he’s excited about tomorrow. “Look at me?” Ethan asks softly and Damiano realizes that he didn’t actually answer. He turns and Ethan leans in, looking into his eyes, probably examining his pupils. “Count down from fifty while I tie your arms.” He orders and Damiano is glad for it. It’ll definitely help his brain calm down and focus on the task at hand. He knows Ethan would never do this to him if he’s unfocused or already in his headspace. It’s simply too dangerous and stupid. 

He’s reached thirty when Ethan has finished tying his wrists together. The cord is a bit rough. He knows that Ethan boiled and stretched and even oiled the pretty blue rope that he likes using on him, but it still feels jaggy against the sensitive skin of his wrists. He hears Ethan take a few steps back to let him finish counting and when Damiano reaches zero he hums.

“Better?”

“Yeah, I was just excited.” Ethan nods understandingly and steps closer to give him a nice long filthy kiss. There is nothing he loves more on this earth than tasting Ethan’s tongue in his mouth. 

“Where do you want to kneel? Carpet or floor?” It’s one of two evils honestly, but he knows that the floors will bruise harder so he goes to the middle of the room where there is no carpet and kneels down there. He tests the ropes at his wrists and notes that they have enough give to make some movement possible, but he could never undo them on his own. 

“Pretty.” Ethan comments and walks closer with a collar in his hand. “You’re only missing this.” It’s not one of their fancy collars that looks good in photos or videos, it’s simple, but practical and absolutely perfect for this. Ethan fixes it around his neck and makes sure that there is enough room for him to stick a finger inside the collar. “Swallow.” He orders Damiano, as one of his fingers tightens the leather around his neck, immediately cutting off the blood flow. Damiano swallows dryly and Ethan hums in satisfaction. “Yeah, that’ll definitely feel good around my dick.” 

Ethan leaves him for a few seconds to take off his clothes, then, after giving him a show, his boyfriend returns to him and starts stroking his cock right next to Damiano’s face. He’s close enough for Damiano to smell him and maybe even get a taste if he sticks his tongue out far enough, but he doesn’t dare. He just breathes steadily and tries to return Ethan’s hard gaze. It’s almost deadly when he gets like this. 

It’s only been a few minutes of doing nothing, but his knees are already sore and Damiano is really looking forward to seeing how they’ll look tomorrow. He gasps as he’s pulled out of his daydreaming by Ethan slapping his hard cock against his cheek. He jerks back on instinct and Ethan chuckles low and nasty. 

“Open.” His boyfriend demanded and Damiano complied immediately. He relaxes his jaw as much as he can, because he knows what is coming.

This wasn’t a blowjob. This wasn’t even him pleasing his boyfriend. This was Ethan selfishly taking something. So, when his boyfriend thrusts into his mouth it’s hard, fast and brutal. It’s almost instantly that he begins to drool down his chin.

Damiano can’t help opening his eyes and looking up at his boyfriend. Ethan’s eyes are closed and he’s frowning in concentration as he uses the grip on Damiano’s hair to fuck him down on his dick. The pace was brutal, Damiano can practically feel the back of his throat begin to bruise and it’s almost overwhelming because of how long his boyfriend’s cock is and how deep it’s reaching. He heaves as Ethan pulls back and lowers his head. So much spit runs down past his lips and pools down on the floor. His boyfriend yanks him by the hair and pulls his head back up, then rubs his cock over his face. It’s so fucking heavy and hard and it pulls the most pathetic noises from him when Ethan slaps him again with it. Seconds later his mouth is full again and his eyes roll back in his head as his boyfriend starts thrusting. It’s a punishing rhythm and it’s not even the worst of it. 

The worst comes a few very long minutes later when he feels Ethan’s finger slip in his collar. He waits a few seconds until Damiano has relaxed enough for Ethan to pull him completely down his cock and holds him there, then twists the collar tight enough to cut the blood flow. A buzzing immediately starts in Damiano’s brain, it hollows him and deprives him of all his thoughts. Ethan counts out loud to ten, then releases Damiano and pulls back completely. Without Ethan to support his weight Damiano falls down to the floor heaving. He’s not just desperate for air, but his brain is dizzy from the lack of blood flow. He gasps as he’s pulled back up by his hair. Ethan doesn’t say anything, he rarely talks when he gets like this, but Damiano knows that he has to open his mouth back up. So he slackens his jaw and looks up at his lover. It’s an invitation that Ethan quickly accepts and he goes back to fucking Damiano’s mouth down on his cock. Things are good for a few minutes. Damiano is doing his best to control both his breathing and his gag reflex and Ethan has given him the luxury of his shin between Damiano’s legs, just so he can rub off a bit. 

It’s all good.

Until it isn’t. 

It’s probably the silence. It’s been years now since Damiano has had a panic attack, especially one caused by old memories. He tries to push it down at first. But he can’t see Ethan, because his eyes are brimming with tears and he can’t hear him, because Ethan isn’t saying anything. The panic increases.

It’s no use. He can’t stop it anymore. He turns his head to the right. Half a second later Ethan pulls off of him. 

“Red.” He gasps as soon as his mouth is freed and Ethan is immediately down on the floor with him, not touching, just talking to him. Words that remind him of where he is and who he’s with. Calming words that bring his back from that edge. 

He closes his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He whispers.

“You know you’re not allowed to apologize for safewording, I’m proud that you did it. I know it’s not easy for you.” Ethan says with a small smile as he grabs the trauma shears and quickly cuts the knots on his wrists. He then helps Damiano get up and climb into bed, keeping his hands on him at all times. Damiano is honestly a bit disappointed, but he knows that Ethan is right and that he did the right thing for both of them. A few years ago he would have been too stubborn to use his safeword and would have fallen down that black pit and had a full blown panic attack and then his boyfriend would spend the next two days just taking care of him and making sure he comes back to himself and doesn’t do anything stupid. He remembers Ethan calling in sick from work and crying when he thought Damiano was asleep. Not using his safeword in a time like this had been selfish. He’s learned that now. It’s not just about him, it’s about protecting Ethan too. 

“You still got what you wanted, though.” Ethan tells him in a reassuring voice as he wraps Damiano up in his arms and kisses his neck. He’s also rubbing gently at Damiano’s wrist and he knows that Ethan won’t leave his side until he’s absolutely sure that Damiano is stable. “You’ll be a mess tomorrow.” He grins because he knows, he can feel it everywhere. He loves it. 

Victoria has just finished ironing and neatly folding a big basket of clothes. She’s happy and proud of herself for actually getting the job done and not just binging her favorite series for 2 hours while eating all the pastries that they bought for later today. She knows that Thomas doesn’t really understand why she insists on ironing their clothes. But that boy is hopeless. He let’s her dress him up and make him pretty, but if it were up to him he’d be nothing more than a wrinkly mess. She looks at her phone and sees that she still has an hour to kill before the approximate time at which Ethan told Thomas that Damiano might stop by. She’s happy that those two seemed to have hit it off. In more ways than one…

Victoria knew she did a good job with Thomas when she got the picture of his new haircut. In all honesty she didn’t even notice the change at first. Her eyes went straight to the little red spot on the back of Thomas’s neck. She sighs because she’s really hoping this will go as planned. It’s a bit of a risky move but there is something that she’s been wanting to do for a while now. Not for herself, but for her boyfriend. 

Thomas is amazing. She doesn’t think she’ll ever find someone to love her as absolute as he does, not in this life at least. But Thomas is also bisexual. And while she has often been with other girls in the past, he had yet to experiment anything with any person other than her. That means he’s never been with another boy. And she knows he wants it, he would never tell her this, but she has often seen it in his eyes. That longing, that ache. She fucks him, and she knows she’s fucking good at it, probably better than a lot of the men in the porn that they watch. But she also knows it’s just not the same. So, she swore that if she ever saw the opportunity to let Thomas have sex with a decent guy, she would do it. She knows she won’t lose him, it’ll never change his feelings for her, because he’s too far gone. He’s hers and she’s his. 

Then Ethan and Damiano entered the picture. Both nice and respectful, hot as fuck and seemingly very open. Victoria wonders just how open, but she’s hopeful.

Maybe she should feel bad for dangling Thomas in front of them like a piece of meat. But if she can have him fucked, not by one, but maybe two insanely beautiful men, then her mission in life is complete. 

She takes it as a good sign that Ethan has very subtly acknowledged the marks she left on Thomas especially for him to see, and that for the whole of yesterday he’s been humoring poor, clueless Thomas with memes. So, she plans on having some kind of conversation with Damiano today. See if she can get the ball rolling in the right direction. Damiano is the less intimidating one of the two, she might have a good shot of getting her way with him. 

She cleans up a bit to make the time pass quicker. Has a bit of a mental breakdown over the mess that Thomas insists on leaving on their coffee table. It’s full of papers, pens and everything else that one might find in a kindergarten setting. She knows that he’ll be upset if she throws anything away, so she just tries to sort the papers into piles and just make it look a bit more like a coffee table. She’s throwing away the empty cans of energy drinks that he insists on drinking, when she hears the doorbell ring. 

“Fucking hell!” She tries to quickly fix her hair in the mirror, because of course queers can never be on time, she takes a deep breath. 

“Hey!” Victoria opens the door with a smile on her face. 

“Ciao bellissima!” They share a kiss on both cheeks and she has to appreciate how smooth his skin feels and how amazing he smells. “These are for you.” He says as he pulls back and offers a bouquet of white Lilies. 

“Oh! They’re pretty, you didn’t have to.”

“Well no, but they reminded me of you and I couldn’t help myself.” Ok, Damiano may be less intimidating, but he’s definitely the flirty one. 

“Hmm, those kinda compliments will get you everywhere.” She takes the flowers from him and immediately frowns when she notices his hands. His wrists are red and raw. She immediately recognizes the marks. It’s ropeburn. “Oh, someone had fun last night.” She gins up at him, then can’t help but bite her lip as she notices a mark around his neck as well. “A lot of fun, apparently.” He smirks and she shows him inside. 

“Yeah, sorry about this. Ethan was in a… mood last night.” He chuckles and holy fuck his knees are bruised to hell and back. “You should have seen the way the old man from the flower shop looked at me.”

“I bet the whole world looked at you on your way here.” She says while putting the flowers in a vase.

“I live to entertain.” 

Victoria is curious if this is just a coincidence, or if it’s Ethan’s payback, but she has a feeling that whatever it is, Damiano also has a hidden agenda of his own that doesn’t just include cropping a shirt.

“Do you want a coffee? I have some pastries, Thomas always gets too many because the lady at the shop across the street insists that he is too skinny.” Damiano sits himself and all his shameless sex marks on the couch. 

“Umm, do you maybe have tea?” She frowns.

“Tea? As in leaves and all that? Nope, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. I can handle coffee. But you shouldn’t bother with all of this just for me, you’re already doing me a favor.” 

“Well last time you guys were here I only had water, I need to make up for that.” She tells him as she brings everything out on a tray and carefully places it on the little space she managed to make on the coffee table. He has apparently gotten up again to admire her clothes again.

“Thomas isn’t here?” He asks while walking over and sitting down next to her.

“No, he has classes until late in the afternoon and a study group after that.” Victoria really can’t help ogling him. He is wearing a white T-shirt tucked into a pair of high waisted black shorts and his belt has a little daisy on it. The red marks on his body turn this innocent outfit into something else entirely. 

“Too bad, I would have loved to see that haircut in person.” 

“It looks really good on him.” She takes a sip from her coffee and can’t help a light snort as Damiano’s face scrunches after his sip. No alcohol and apparently not much of a coffee drinker either. She would say he is a saint, if he didn’t look like a high class whore. She’ll need to remember to buy some kind of tea, maybe she can win him over with that. “I need to chase other girls away now.”

“Other boys too, I bet.” He winks at her and tries the pastries, which are apparently way better than the coffee. 

“He’s clueless when it comes to boys, so I don’t worry much.” She hopes he bites. 

“Clueless? I thought he said he was bisexual.” He rubs his wrist a bit and it confuses her for a second, because he sounds nervous. 

“He is, but I was his first and we’ve been together ever since. He only discovered that he might also like boys in the last few years. But he’s never had the chance to experiment, the poor thing.” 

“Oh.” Victoria can practically see as so many thoughts run through Damiano's head, all of them very minutely changing his facial expression until he’s left with a smirk. “Yes, I see, the poor thing.” He mimics her tone but adds playfulness to it. Then it’s like something broke between them. The air isn’t as heavy anymore.

“Should we see how much of your shirt needs adjusting?” She asks, returning his smirk. 

He takes the shirt out of the paper bag that he came in with and throws it to her. 

“Oh no, I need you to wear it, so that we can decide on the length.” She says and tosses it back to him. 

“There are easier ways to get me to undress.” He jokes, but then takes his shirt off. And for all that is holy, Victoria cannot look away. Maybe she can blame it on the fact that she got used to Thomas’ lean body and pale skin and now the sight of this man and all his toned muscles and tattoos is doing bad things to her. Thankfully he pulls the other shirt on and it drowns him in fabric.

“Crap, that’s not only too long, it’s way too big on you. What size did you get?”

“Honestly a way too big one, but it was the only one I could find. They went out of stock fast.” She purses her lips and hums, then goes to get her needles. 

“Ok, I’ll need to take it in a lot and I need to make sure the design stays centered, so please spread your arms a bit and stay as still as possible.” She arranges the shirt on him a bit more to her liking and quickly notices the way he looms over her and the smirk on his face. “Stay still! Unless you want a second nipple piercing.”

“Well, the first one was done under probably even less ideal situations so…” he deflates and she groans while pinning needles into the fabric.

“Christ, not you too. Thomas got his because he lost a stupid bet he made while drunk and—”

“Wait, Thomas has a nipple piercing?” She can’t help but smirk.

“He got it done in a very sketchy place while I was away.” She can’t help but frown at the memory. “But I made sure he thinks twice before he does something that stupid again.” 

“Oh, I got mine done at a friend’s house. Do I get the same treatment?” She breathes in sharply, horrified at his confession. Then she grabs his neckline and pulls a bit harder at material, making him hiss.

“Oh no, I don’t think a hard spanking would be enough punishment for someone like you.” She hears him swallow, so she lowers her voice to a whisper. “I would have found some more creative ways to deal with your recklessness.” He squirms a bit but she ignores and once it’s quiet again she can focus back on the shirt. She goes around him to check the back and inspects the fabric there as well before pinning it down. 

“H—how did you and Thomas meet?” He asks, still slightly intimidated. 

“On the playground.” She chuckles and he looks back at her a bit confused. “We met at school when we were seven.”

“Oh, for a second there I thought Thomas had a mommy kink. I mean— no shame if he has, just…”

“Nah, he has mommy issues, but no mommy kinks. His parents were against us being friends because they are very Christian and conservative and well… I have two moms.”

“Respect. And I get messy family relationships. I don’t— my parents are no longer in the picture.” A grim little silence falls and Victoria tries to find something to say, but the tone in Damiano’s voice shakes her a bit. “So, you two fought for your relationship?” She has to swallow to catch her breath.

“We stayed friends despite their protests. They really weren’t the most loving people, me and my moms often took Thomas in when he could no longer stand them. Them being against us only brought us closer together and honestly, if they hadn’t tried to separate us so hard we might have never started dating.” 

“Oh, that sounds like an interesting story.” 

She nods and continues to rearrange the fabric and pin it, figuring it couldn’t harm to open up more to him and make him understand them better. “I’m a year older than him, so I finished school first and started working. I got my own apartment and was waiting for Thomas to finish highschool and start university, so he could move in with me. But when his parents caught wind of this, they dreaded that we might become a couple. I was actually dating someone else at the time, but I guess they didn’t really care. So they told Thomas that they would only support him financially for his chosen field, if he studied his first semester abroad.” She likes the way Damiano seems to be completely invested in their story, he’s hardly even breathing. “He loves music and even though it hurt to see him go, I wanted him to follow his passion. I don’t know what changed, but when he came back from Austria he finally told me he loved me and we’ve been together ever since. Despite his parents.”

“You waited so long to start dating?” Damiano says, somehow amazed.

“Yeah… I knew I loved Thomas since before we even started highschool, but I didn’t want to tie him down to me. He was so… impressionable.” She sighs, remembering the shy young boy that used to hang on her every word. “I didn’t want him to think he had no other option but me. In the end, he came to me all on his own.” She’s finally content with the marks on the shirt so she looks up at him and sees a very fond look in his eyes. “I need to carefully take the shirt off of you, can you lift your arms and bend over a bit?” The smile quickly morphs into a lewd smirk.

“Yes ma’am, I’m very good at following orders.” He gloats and obeys her.

“Hmm, I’m not so sure about that.” She whispers as she undresses him again and carefully lays the shirt out. “You look like you like breaking a few rules every now and then.” 

“Maybe I just like being put back in my place.” He’s there, half naked and staring her down, daring her to reply to that. Not something Thomas would ever do, but she’s dealt with brats before.

“Yes, I think I might have an idea of where your place is.” She says and looks down at his knees. He swallows, opens his mouth and licks his lips. His eyes are practically on fire and she sees this as the perfect opportunity for putting her plans into motion. 

“I’m going to be part of a drag show on Saturday. You and Thomas should come.” He spits out nervously before she can even open her mouth. 

Thomas comes home later than she expected him to, but she’s not upset. He did call to tell her that it’ll take longer than he initially thought for them to actually finish this project that they had going on. Then he continued texting random emojis every now and then, just so that she wouldn’t worry. Twenty minutes ago she got a text saying that he was leaving and will be home soon. So she got out of bed and marched to the kitchen to heat up some water. When the door finally unlocks and he walks in, printed shirt, black ripped jeans and pink tinted sunglasses.

“I’m home.” He calls out unaware that she’s in the kitchen. He seems a bit wobbly, probably had a few beers to drown down his frustration. 

He loves going to uni, he chose it out of passion and it’s what motivated him these past few years now. But she also knows it wears him out sometimes. There are things he gets stuck on and doesn’t understand. Projects and deadlines that mess with his mental health. But he has great peers and the group he’s currently with really helps him get through it all. And sometimes a few beers are required. 

“I can see that.” She chuckles as he nearly jumps out of his own skin.

“Shit!” He drops his bag by the couch and walks over to her. Stumbles over to her. She hugs and kisses him. “I was sure you’d be in bed.” He says breathlessly as she pulls away.

“I was, but I wanted to do something nice for you, so I’m making you a cup of tea.” She shows him the boiling water and the pack of teabags. 

“Tea? We have tea?” He asks, confused.

“Yes, now we do. Figured we could cut down on all the caffeine a bit.” Thomas snorts. 

“W-what?” He frowns, and oh boy. She should have known that Thomas was an addict by now.

“Just try it, you might like it.” 

They take two cups to the bedroom and Thomas starts undressing between sips, he actually seems to enjoy it more than she does.

“Did you finish everything?”

“Basically, I’ll need to look over everythin again tomorrow, but I think it should be ok.” She smiles and pulls his face into another kiss that leaves him a bit breathless. 

“I— should shower.” He stutters and pulls away. “But a-after we c-can—”

“I might be too tired after.” She says with a sigh and pulls away to climb on the bed. “Tell you what; I'm going to start with one of my toys, if you can finish your shower before I finish myself, I might let you have at it.” She tells him with a smirk as she reaches for the nightstand where she had already charged her favorite vibrator. He rushes to the bathroom fast enough that she worries for a second that he might slip in there and crack his head open. But she doesn’t hear any ruckus other than the shower running, so she makes herself comfortable and slips her underwear down her legs and then completely off, then pulls the oversized shirt a bit higher and wets two of her fingers before reaching down to slowly stroke her slit. She’s been aching for this for hours now. Ever since Damiano left, but she knew it’ll be best to wait. More fun when she’s not completely alone, but fuck is she wet. Just remembering the state that Damiano was in makes her thighs shake. She can clearly see him down on his knees, hands bound, a collar on his neck and a cock down his throat. She’s willing to bet everything she has that that’s exactly what happened. Not just because of the clues on his body. But also his raspy voice and the difficult way in which he swallowed anything. He had been used within an inch of his life and then presented himself so lovely for her. 

She moans low enough to be heard all the way to the bathroom as she starts rubbing the cold silicone toy against herself. She doesn’t push it yet, just rubs herself off on it, as she would with Thomas cock when it’s lying flat on his stomach and she’s riding him. She likes teasing him that way. Likes showing him how hot and wet she is and how good it feels, but not actually giving him what he wants. Another loud breath leaves her lungs as she turns on the vibrations. She pushes her hips up against the toy, she’s so swollen and aching to have something inside her. 

Victoria only initially wanted for Thomas to experience something new, but now she’s very curious and intrigued as well. Maybe even a bit worried. Because even if she hasn’t outright discussed anything with either of them, both men definitely seem interested in them… in both of them. It’s not something she planned for or even considered for herself. She had a lot of experiences in her life, both with men and women and in enough scenarios to learn a lot about herself. She always thought that all of that had ended with Thomas as her boyfriend. And she was glad to spend the rest of her life only being intimate with him. Now this. And she hasn’t even clued him in on anything. He might not even be interested—

“Woah!” she hears from the doorway and looks up to see Thomas, hair still wet and towel around his hips. The toy is now vibrating inside of her, she’s pushing it in and out in a languid movement while the thumb of her other hand rubs her aching clit. She smiles at him, but says nothing for a few seconds, letting him enjoy the sounds of the vibrator and the wet noises that accompanied them. 

“T-that was quick.” She grins at him. “Are you sure you’re absolutely clean?” Thomas’s weight shifts from one foot to the other, as he doesn’t really know what he’s allowed to do yet. 

“M’clean.” He says quietly, clearly still a bit tipsy. But it’s not really an issue for them. They trust each other completely. 

She moans again and shoves the toy all the way inside herself. “Take the towel off and kneel by the bed.” She tells him and it’s probably not what he wants to hear, she knows he wants her heat, but he complies regardless. He falls down with a thump and she continues fucking herself with the toy for a few more minutes, until between her own whimpers she can actually hear his harsh breathing. “Aww, baby got turned on just by my sounds?” She pulls the toy out of herself with a sigh, turns it off and starts getting up. “Would you like to taste me?” She asks because she knows he’ll fall for it. His wet locks of hair shake as he nods.

“Please.” He begs beautifully, but he’s begging because he thinks she’ll let him eat her out. He loves sticking his head between her thighs and losing himself there. But she has other plans, so she gets off of the bed and walks in front of him with the wet toy still in her hand. His big eyes look from her to the toy and back and his hazy mind seems to be putting it together. 

“Lean your head back and open your mouth.” He swallows first, his bulging Adam’s apple bobbing with the movement, then he leans his head back and opens his mouth. “Wider than that. I know this is just a toy, but if you’re taking an actual cock in your mouth, you don’t want your teeth anywhere near it.” He looks confused but opens his jaw wider. “You’d be a good cock sucker, wouldn’t you caro? You’d show any boy just how much I taught you.” She rubs the tip of her toy against his lips, smearing her wetness on them. He closes his eyes, lips instinctively open wider to let Victoria push her wet toy inside of him. She can’t help but grin at how easily it goes and how his throat visibly bulges with it. “Such a good little princess. You can’t do much, but you’d let them fuck your throat and use you.” His eyes flutter open at the mention of a “them” and he looks a bit confused. She starts slowly pulling the toy back out, ignoring the little choking noises that escape him. “Do you want to know what got me this wet?” She makes sure he can see her reach between her wet thighs and start circling her clit again. “Damiano came over here today looking very… used.” She sees his eyes widening and then pulls the toy out completely, let’s him cough up his spit and gather himself again, while she goes back to the bed and carefully places the vibrator on the nightstand, to deal with later. She settles back on her pillow and spreads her legs as he also finally climbs onto bed. He’s hard and looks so needy as he sits himself in front of her. 

“Y-you also sent me t-there with hickies—”

“Bite marks, amore. I didn’t realize you noticed.” She tells him fondly and grabs his wrist pulling him over her, his mouth immediately latches onto her left breast and he licks over her nipple, panting into her skin. 

“S-saw them in the p-picture.” He bites down gently and sucks, his hands find the inside of her thighs and he moans as he feels how wet they are. “E-Ethan knew—”

“He knew you probably got fucked the night before, yes.” She pulls him into a kiss and grabs his hips and pulls him towards her heat. She rubs herself against his length and watches his whole body jerk.

“W-why—”

“It’s something I’d rather we discuss when you’re completely sober.” She let’s go of his hips, then grabs his side with one hand, while the other latches itself into his gorgeous hair. Ever since the haircut she has been obsessed with it. It used to just be a thing that Thomas kept out of the way with a bun for convenience's sake. Now it’s something beautiful that she can run her hand through and pull and guide his head where she wants him. To her mouth. “Come on princess, fuck me.” She orders as she pulls back and he immediately complies. He guides his cock to her entrance and his breath shudders as he sinks himself inside of her. She smirks and pulls him down onto her. He’s usually very pliant, but even more so when he’s had a few beers. “Forgot how to use those pretty hips?” She teases and tightens her muscles around him, while her nails scratch down his back and whimpers beautifully against her mouth.

“Ph-please.” 

She chuckles. “Please what? You’re the one doing the fucking, caro. All you have to do is move your hips, is that too much for you?” She teases and grabs his ass, squeezing one cheek in her hand before guiding him. “Hmm, just like that, good girl.” She teases and his arms fail him, but she pulls him down onto her and holds him tight, let’s him piston his hips, grind into her with as much movement as he can manage. “Oh, you like that don’t you?.” He nuzzles between her breasts and picks up speed, thrusting into her as hard as he can and moaning desperately against her skin. “You like it when I call you my girl.” She pulls his still wet bangs out of his eyes and smiles down at him. “Ethan made you so pretty. I might just put some cute make up on you for Saturday night, I’m sure they’ll love it.” Thomas struggles to lift himself up again so he can thrust harder, he’s obviously close, but struggling to find his strength.

“Wh—what’s Saturday—”

“A surprise, caro.” She says and with a forceful shove against his chest she pushes him off of her. He falls down with a disappointed whine, but she quickly climbs on top of him and pins him down to the bed. “Now, let me show you how it’s done.” 

“Ok, I’m in.” He announces dramatically as he bursts into the dressing room where all the guys are getting ready for the night. 

“You're in what?” Gabriele asks from where he’s getting his lashes glued on. 

“Your mom!” He groans when he realizes Enzo is way in the back and can’t actually hear him. 

“She wishes.” He hears the unimpressed reply in passing as he stomps over to his boss. The man looks so different when he’s not in his persona. Almost unrecognizable. If you’d ask Damiano what the man’s occupation was, he’d say maybe a desk job in some dusty office. It’s wonderful what a wig and heels can do.

“I’m on for Saturday!” He announces again and Enzo turns to him with a big smile on his still unshaven face. 

“I knew you’d come around!” He says and quickly walks over to a rack of clothing to check through it. “You can pick anything from here, they all should be your size. For the dance routine I’ll ask Francesca when she’s free and I’ll bartend while you practice. The hair and makeup is already booked unless your gorgeous boyfriend decides to contribute. And the waxing appointment is set for Friday at 2pm, any bumps should fade by Saturday night.” Damiano frowns.

“Wait, waxing? Can’t I just shave like I usually do?”  

“You want to shave your ass and deal with the razor burns and ingrown hairs? Good luck.” He laughs and Damiano groans.

“But I have plans on Friday!” He’s not going to miss picking up that shirt for anything in the world. 

“Well, have Ethan wax you then. Didn’t he learn that in beauty school? And if not it’s really not that hard.” He puts his wig on and raises his voice a few octaves. “Nasty boy like you might just even enjoy it.”  

Chapter Text

Age 7-8

“What’s wrong with you?” The dark haired boy asks him in a very annoyed voice. “Have you never played football?” He laughs and it makes Thomas’s cheeks light up.

He has played before.

With his nanny, but she always let him have the ball and shoot it in the net. These other boys keep taking the ball away from him.

“Are you crying? Guys look! He’s crying like a baby!”

A teacher consoles him and takes him back to class. She’s nice, but she gets called by another teacher and leaves him there alone.

Thomas hates this. He hates school, the other kids are so mean and they don’t like him. He doesn’t know why they don’t like him, he was never mean to them.

But he’s used to this, he’s used to being alone, so he takes his lunch box out and starts rummaging through it.

“Hey!” A voice calls out to him. “Why are you here alone?” A blond girl asks from the doorway, she’s not from his class, but he has seen her across the hall, where the older kids were.

“I— I don’t know.” He wants her to go away. He doesn't want her to make fun of him too.

“What do you mean you don’t— woah! Are those KitKats?” She walks over to his desk and looks in his lunchbox. His nanny packed him two KitKats.

“D-do you want one?” He usually doesn’t eat them.

“Sure! My moms never let me have KitKats at school!” She sits down next to him, rips open a pack and starts quickly eating.

“Moms?” Thomas asks, confused.

“Yeah, they say if I have chocolate at school I won’t eat anything else, but that’s not true! I always eat all my food!” Thomas doesn’t understand why she has more than one mom, but he doesn’t want to ask and upset her. He doesn’t even know what to do or say. Girls don’t usually talk to him.

He looks at her, her long messy blond hair, her red shirt and purple pants with a whole lot of grass stains on them. She looks funny.

“My name’s Victoria.” She offers and Thomas dares to look up at her. She has chocolate in the corners of her mouth and a whole lot of colorful clips in her hair.

“I’m T-Thomas.”

Age 8-9

Victoria is very excited, she can’t wait to show Thomas her drawing. He always likes them. They make him smile.

“What’s wrong, egghead? Can’t reach it?” She hears a boy call out as she enters Thomas’s classroom.

“Give it back! It’s mine!” They’re throwing his pen case back and forth and Thomas is between them trying to catch it.

“Why? Do you keep your love notes in here?”

“Ew, you’re so gross, Thomas.”

“Yeah! You’re always with that girl—”

“Give him the pen case back!” She yells at the boys. There are two of them, but they don’t scare her.

“You’re not allowed to be in our class! I’m telling the teacher!” One of the boys says and clutches onto the case harder.

“I am too! Now give him that back or I will call the teacher and tell her you’re being mean!”

“I don’t care—.”

“Michele, just give him the pen case back.” The other boy interrupts, then whispers. “I heard she bit a boy once.”

“Whatever! You’re both weird.” He throws the pen case on the ground, all the pens and pencils fly out, then they both run out of the room. She quickly picks all of them up and puts them back in carefully.

“Don’t listen to them, Thomas, you’re not weird— hey! Don’t cry.” She says softly and pulls Thomas into a hug.

“S-sorry.”

“It’s ok! Those boys stink.” He chuckles at that and then sniffles. “Look, I drew you a picture! It’s my dog, Chili.” Thomas takes the drawing and smiles.

Age 10-11

“Oh gross! They’re kissing!” Thomas groans and turns away from the screen, cheeks lighting up red. He wanted to watch cartoons but Victoria wanted to show him this movie, it was a bit boring honestly. He would rather they go play outside, but it was cold and raining.

“Don’t be such a kid, it’s just kissing, my moms do it all the time, it’s what you do when you're older.” Thomas makes a face at her and she sticks his tongue out at him.

“Bet it feels gross.”

“Does not!”

“How would you know?” He asks with his arms crossed and she’s silent for a few seconds, he thinks he won, but then she smiles at him.

“We can both find out, if you want to.”

“W-what do you mean?” She groans in exaggerated frustration.

“I mean we can kiss and see how it is, dummy.” Thomas doesn’t understand why his face feels so hot all of a sudden.

“I d-don’t know how to kiss.” He looks away from her, and swallows as she giggles.

“Come on, Thomas. It’s not that hard.” She grabs him by the shoulders and he loses his breath for a second. “Just close your eyes and make a kissy face.” She tells him and he doesn’t really have much of a choice here. Victoria always manages to get her way with him.

So he closes his eyes and purses his lips. He hears a small giggle and almost wants to tell her off for laughing at him, but then feels something warm and soft against his lips. He opens his eyes and sees her long lashes fluttering slightly against her cheeks. His heart starts racing again. She’s so close that he can smell her pretty hair. Her lips are pressed hard against his and it makes him feel funny.

She then pulls back and opens her eyes. There’s a red blush on her cheeks and even across the bridge of her nose.

His lips tingle and by the way she traces her fingers over hers, they probably tingle too.

“I’m sorry if that was bad.” Thomas finally says because she doesn’t look as happy as she was before. But then she looks back at him and smiles.

“Don’t be silly. That was great, a bit weird, but I think that’s normal for first kisses.” They go back to the movie and don’t speak about it for the rest of the day.

When he gets home his parents are miraculously both there. They usually only come home very late, so he eats dinner with his nanny most nights.

But tonight they are all sitting together.

“Is the food not good, Thomas? We ordered from the best restaurant around.” His mom says, probably because he hadn’t eaten much. Simone and Gianna took him and Victoria out for pizza and it was great, he was already full.

“No, it’s fine, I just ate with Vic and her moms—”

“Thomas! I already told you I don’t like it when you associate with those people!” Thomas gulps and looks down at his plate. It’s the same time every time he mentions Victoria and her family. Thomas doesn’t understand, they’re so nice and he likes them a lot. But he has learned that it doesn’t matter what his mom says. She’s never really around to stop him from seeing them and he doesn’t even have a nanny to watch over him anymore. His father’s chauffeur will take him anywhere as long as Thomas doesn’t give him a hard time.

So… there’s no point in starting an argument. He just lets her talk about how he needs to find better friends and take up a sport and eat better. He eventually excuses himself, goes to his room, climbs into bed and touches his lips again. It dawns on him that he just had his first kiss and it was with the prettiest girl in the world.

Age 15/16

“Can one of your moms p-please pick me up? I c-can’t be here anymore.” He told Victoria over the phone about 15 minutes ago, packed an overnight bag and waited outside in front of the gate. It was so fucking cold out, it felt like the wind was cutting his skin open and yet he stood there, feeling more numb than he ever had in his entire life.

“I’m s-sorry to be such a bother, especially today—”

“Honey, you are never a bother. You are part of our family and we will always be glad to have you.” Simone tells him. He spends the whole car ride crying in the passenger seat. Her hand occasionally finds his shoulder and gives it a little squeeze. He appreciates her not asking him anything. She just takes him home. His real home.

“I just asked them to stay. To stay home this Christmas. I wanted us to be together for once.” He tells Victoria as she pulls him even closer, they were in her bed, under the covers, holding each other like they did since they were kids. After he arrived she immediately hugged him and pulled him inside, then they all had a nice family Christmas dinner. A family that he was somehow a part of. “They promised they would, but then they just told me that something came up. I was so mad and disappointed and I yelled at them. Then my dad got mad. He called me selfish. He said that I should be grateful for how much they work. He said I had everything I wanted… I never felt so alone.”

“You’re not alone, Thomas. We’ll always be here for you.”

Age 18/19

“Oh Thomas, where did you find this pretty suit? It’s adorable.” Simone gushes over him as she helps him with his tie.

“My dad insisted I get a suit tailored, so he took me to his old and boring tailor. This was the most colorful fabric he had in the whole store. I wanted one with flowers on it, but he said that those were for women.” He says with a pout.

“That’s the most idiotic—” Gianna called out appalled as she walks into the living room.

“But those flowers that Vic braided into your hair look so good with this suit.” Simone interrupts her rant with a look.

“He looks gorgeous!” Victoria casually says as she also enters the room and Thomas feels his heart skip a beat. She’s the gorgeous one. She's wearing a light purple dress. It’s very simple, but hugs her body just perfectly and shows off her curves. She stitched the same flowers that she braided in Thomas’s hair into the straps of her dress. It was the same dress she wore last year to her own graduation, where he also accompanied her, but back then he sported a boring black suit. This year he wanted to match her.

“Come on you two, picture time.” It feels like dejavu almost. But last year he was a lot more nervous than now. He was afraid to feel out of place, but the whole night passed like a breeze because she was always there, by his side.

The night started off great, they danced, they ate, they made fun of the assholes that we’re talking shit behind their backs. Thomas’ classmates were utter bags of dicks that could not contain their envy when they saw them. Victoria knows what they say about him and the names they call him, but she also knows that he has long since stopped caring. He’s learned and grown into himself and is not afraid of who he is. A soft boy with an interesting music taste, a pair of adorable puppy eyes, long pretty hair and decent morals. She can’t wait for him to join her in her apartment because they haven’t seen each other much these past few months. Both busy with exams and work and living on the opposite parts of the capital didn’t help either. She hasn’t yet found anyone that can replace him in her heart and she misses him daily. She just wants him close. It doesn’t matter how.

Everything was going great until out of nowhere Thomas’s parents showed up. Victoria would rather completely forget about the scene they wanted to make, but didn’t really get to, because Thomas didn’t even give them the time of day. He ignored their comments about his hair and the flowers and the makeup. He ignored his mom saying that what if the other kids got “the wrong idea” and thought he was “a homosexual”.

“So what, mom? Why would I care what they think? I’m never seeing these people again.” He grabs Victoria’s hand in a firm grip. “And even if I were gay, I’d also be proud to show it off.” They leave for the dance floor and dance until their legs hurt and his parents are no longer there. At the end of the night she drags him out of there and takes him down the street to a bar. She orders them drinks, but switches Thomas’s beer with her tequila and lets him get drunk. So drunk in fact, that she has to practically carry him to her moms’ place. Victoria lives way too far away, but her parents' house is always a safe haven for Thomas, even now that she left, he still visits sometimes and sleeps in her room. He stashed some of his clothes here, shirts that they both shared and pajamas that they don’t even remember who actually owns them. She tries to keep it down as she struggles with him up the stairs and into her old room. Her moms never had an issue with them sleeping in the same bed, not even when they were kids. They trusted Thomas so much. They loved Thomas so much.

“Come on, you drunk disaster. If you sleep in this suit, it will wrinkle.” She somehow manages to get him down to his boxers. But doesn’t think she has it in her to put anything else on him. So she just covers him up and lies down next to him, where it’s already warm and cozy. “I miss you so much.” She whispers and he mutters something in return, but he’s so gone. She hopes that maybe… just maybe, when they’ll move in together he’ll finally ask her for more. Because she wants more. So much more. “I love you.” She whispers against his forehead.

His parents are really something else. Making him choose between the people he loves and his passion. Victoria can clearly see their desperate attempt to pull them apart. They are probably thinking that if they don't see each other for a few months their connection will fade. Maybe Thomas will find someone else…

A fire burns within her because they will prove them wrong.

“I don’t want to go.” God it hurts so much to hear him be so miserable. Honestly, a semester abroad is probably an amazing thing for him and his career. Especially in Austria. But she knows that he doesn’t want to be alone, and doesn't want to leave her anymore than she wants to leave him. But she has to put on a brave face. She has to support him.

“Caro, don’t be silly, it’s just a few months.” She caresses his cheek. They both slept over at her moms’ house last night. He came here with all his bags, because Simone is driving him to the airport today and Victoria would never miss the opportunity to spend the last night with him here, where they spent most of their childhood. She cancelled the plans she had with the idiot she was dating. Had been dating, because honestly, the way he spoke about Thomas yesterday was not alright and she’s not having that.

“But I’ll miss you.” He’s really not making it easy on her. Especially because she fucking knows that if she asked him to drop everything, get a lame ass job and move in with her, he'd do it in a heartbeat. It scares her to have that much influence over him.

“I’ll miss you too, caro. I really will. But I will be here when you come back and you’ll move in with me and we'll be okay. I swear to you we will.”

“Y-you’ll wait for me?” He looks up at her and she’s confused for a few seconds because she doesn’t understand in what way he means that. Despite having been with a few people every now and then Victoria has always waited for Thomas. She’s waiting for him to take that step in her direction, to understand what he wants and take it. She’ll always wait for him.

Maybe he’s aware.

“Always.” She promises and then Simone knocks on their door.

“I hope you two are out of bed and ready to leave, or else Thomas will miss his flight.”

Age 19/20

It feels like dejavu being in the airport parking lot with her mom again, but this time her mom isn’t desperately trying to console and calm her down. Not yet at least.

“You seem nervous.” Simone tells and she looks up from where she’s picking at her nail polish. Of course her moms have a sixth sense when it comes to her and Thomas. It’s often annoying.

“I might just be going crazy, but he has been acting differently these last few weeks. We still called and texted every day, but he always seemed to space out a bit. Then last night he said he needed to tell me something once he arrived. So I’m a bit… concerned.” She doesn’t know what went wrong, but she wants to hold him in her arms and fix it however she can.

“Honey, it’s Thomas. He loves you, he was probably just stressed with finals and everything, maybe even excited to come back home.”

“Yeah, but when I told him that I made room in the closet for him, he said nothing for a few seconds, then asked me if it was okay with my girlfriend that we move in together. I had already told him that we broke up a month ago. Maybe he changed his mind and wants to live alone.”

Her mom bursts into a ridiculous laughter and has to wipe her tears when she finally calms down.

“What on earth is there to laugh about?”

“You two are both a pair of dense little children.” She chuckles to herself.

“What are you—”

“There he is!” Her mother points in the general direction of the entrance and she drops the whole conversation in favor of sprinting towards the blonde boy with the way too large Nirvana shirt and the way too many bags under his arms. He’s so busy trying to keep his balance while holding everything, he doesn’t even see her until she’s crashing into him.

“Vic! Oh god!” Everything hits the ground. The only thing she helps him catch is the guitar case.

“Sorry!” She says, pulls him into her chest and buries her face in his shirt. She inhales the combination of the faint smell of cigarettes and his unique scent that she’s been missing so badly. All the clothes that he had at her moms’ place stopped smelling like him after a while. She felt like an addict getting her fix.

“Vic, listen…” he’s saying something, but she doesn’t want to hear it yet. She just wants to exist a little bit longer in his arms, undisturbed. “…please.” He sounds scared.

“It’s okay.” She whispers into his shirt. “I promise it’s okay. We can do whatever you want. If you don’t want to move in with me, we’ll find you a place close by, I won’t bother you, I promise—”

“Vic!” He calls out and finally gets her attention. She pulls her face out of his shirt and he takes her cheeks into both his hands, forcing her to look up at him. There are tears running down his face and a furious blush on his cheeks. “Just… close your eyes and make a kissy face.”

There is nothing in this world that she loves more than waking up in his arms, in the warmth of their bed. It’s been a week since he returned and Thomas finally moved in with her like they’ve always dreamed about. It’s also been a week since they’ve had sex for the first time. It had honestly been the most vanilla sex that Victoria has ever had in her entire life, including her own first time. But Thomas had been a virgin and it was honestly heart warming how careful he was with her and how much he struggled to make it good for her. It didn’t matter what he did… It was Thomas and he was soft and pretty and in love. It turned her on just to see the shy but needy way he looked at her naked body. It was incredible to see her little hickies on his skin, because he finally belonged to her. And it made her heart swell every night when he whispered how much he loved her.

They really didn’t do much, two nights they had missionary sex and one time she straddled his hips and fucked herself on him. He came so quickly that time, made little desperate whining noises the whole time and looked up at her with tears running down his cheeks. He felt bad for not pleasing her, but she took his hand and led it to where she was hot and aching and taught him how to move them and where to touch and she had no problems coming undone just like that. God, how he looked at her afterwards, as if she was holy.

The next day, they got their test results back and of course Thomas was negative because she believed him when he said that he never had anything with anyone, but she has had sex with multiple people and wanted to make sure that it was all right for them to have unprotected sex.

That night she laid Thomas down, flat on the bed again, he might have thought she was going to ride him again by the excited attitude he had, but no. She took his beautiful hard cock in her hand and jerked it a few times until it was already beading precome at the tip, then she leaned in and licked it off, his whole body shuddered on the bed and he whimpered out a curse word. His hands quickly found her hair, but he was so gentle as she worked him in her mouth. She couldn’t help smirking at the subconscious way that he spread his legs for her, lifted his hips up. He was probably too lost to realize how much of himself he was exposing. But god, he looked good. So fucking good.

When he finally came, she pulled up and showed him the contents of her mouth, the way his eyes widened and his Adam’s apple bobbed made her smirk. She insisted that he didn’t have to reciprocate the favor. But he told her in a very small voice that he wanted to taste her too. She couldn’t deny him that and was almost shocked at how good he was at it. A little slobbering puppy, but his eagerness really worked wonders, she couldn’t resist grabbing his hair and thrusting against his lips until she moaned his name loudly into the room and pulled him even closer to make sure he could feel her spasms.

His pupils were blown out when he rose back up to her and she could not resist pulling his wet lips into a kiss.

“W-wait… is it ok? To k-kiss you after I—”

“Of course, my little puppy. I don’t mind.” She licks a stripe of drool mixed with her juices from his chin and back up into his mouth. She smirks when she pulls away because he looks as if he just got high. “I taste good, don’t I?” He frantically nods and it makes her giggle.

That was last night, and when she woke up today it was still to the memory of those wet lips and glassy eyes and when she reached down into her panties she was so fucking wet. Just thinking about all the things she’ll show him and teach him and all the potential he has to be something for her that she never truly had. And she’d take such good care of him.

She takes the covers off and slips her underwear down her legs until she can remove them entirely. Then turns to him, his eyes are closed and eyelashes are fluttering lightly, he’s completely bundled up in the cover and looks absolutely adorable. She smiles and slips two fingers inside herself to collect some of the slickness there and bring it up to her clit, where she can rub it in and circle it like Thomas did with his tongue last night. Just the image of him so lost between her thighs makes her spine arch off the bed. She loves him like that, completely taken over by desire. She thrusts three fingers back in herself and the wet noises are a bit too loud, so she turns to him again to make sure she didn’t wake him.

It’s odd. Because his eyes are closed, but firmly so.

She smirks, the little devil is pretending to be asleep. Oh, what a joy he is. She thrusts her fingers in herself again and cries out a little breathy moan. He swallows.

Well… if her little boy wants a show, she’ll give him one. She pulls her hand away, licks her fingers clean, making sure he can hear her sucking on them, then gets out of bed and goes to her dresser. She had hoped Thomas would be nosy enough to have stumbled upon her sex toy collection this past week. But Thomas has always respected her personal space and while she adores that, it’s high time she made him a bit curious. She takes a random toy out, and a condom for it, then walks back to the bed, making sure to leave the drawer open. She lays back down and doesn’t even bother being quiet or gentle as she fucks herself to an amazing orgasm on just the thoughts of how much there is to come in their relationship. How much she wants to show him and do to him. Her thighs are still shaking as she pulls it out of herself and takes the condom off. She places the toy on the nightstand, to clean later. Then, when her legs stop shaking, she gets up to discard the condom and leaves the room. She goes to the kitchen still only wearing a shirt and smiling to herself. Turns on the coffee machine just to create some noise and the illusion that she’s making breakfast, then after a couple of seconds she casually walks back to the bedroom.

Victoria smirks and leans into the doorway frame. As expected, he’s fully awake and rummaging through her sex toy drawer, his hardon tenting in his boxers and holding a strap on in his hand. Her red one. She bought it a few weeks ago but never actually used it. She can’t deny that she bought it because red is Thomas’s favorite color. “Do you know what that is?”

He jumps, drops the harness and looks absolutely guilty.

“God! I’m sorry!” He gasps, bending over to pick it back up. She’s right in front of him when he rises.

“Don’t apologize, caro. I don’t mind.” She smirks at him. “Did you enjoy my little show?”

“Y-you knew?” She takes the strap from his hands and gently caresses his fingers.

“Of course baby, we’ve been sleeping together since we were young. I can tell when you’re faking it and I don’t mind you watching me masturbate. It really turns me on.” He swallows and nods then looks back down at the strap. She doesn’t push, she can see him trying to find his words.

“I— I know what it is, you use it to f-fuck girls, right?” God, he sounds so breathless and she can practically see his cock stirring in his boxers.

“Yes, good boy.” She makes sure to praise him. “But not only girls, I can use it on boys too.” She expects him to be a bit more shocked, but he just licks his lips and looks at her with a deep blush on his cheeks.

“I k-know… I‘ve seen p-porn.” Oh fuck, she knew he was perfect, she always knew.

“Oh baby, you got curious?” She asks in a breathy tone and closes the distance between them and pulls him in by his waist, tilting her head up to ask for a kiss. He feels so soft and malleable in her arms.

“Y-yeah I—oh fuck.” He gasps when her hands slide down lower to his ass and makes him thrust his hard cock against her lower stomach. “I, uhh… tried.” He swallows and fuck, just when she thought she couldn’t get any wetter.

“Tell me.” She groans against his collar bone, because this is so intimate and hot.

“I tried f-fingering myself.” She gets goosebumps all over. The fucking image of Thomas in his bed, riding his own fingers and whimpering… it’s almost too much.

“Did you like it?” She wants to bite, to grip, to own him and never let him leave the fucking bed.

“Felt weird at first, b-but then I f-found my—” he gasps as Victoria can’t help herself anymore, she falls down to her knees and pulls his boxers down. Victoria grins when she sees his dick bob, already wet at the tip.

“You found what?” She grins up at him and licks a strip up his hot length, he shudders and runs a hand through his own hair. He looks so shy and nervous, it’s perfect.

“M-my, ohh, p-prostate.” He cries when she takes him into her hot mouth, then sucks a bit and bobs her head, but when she sees his knees buckle, she pulls off and gets back up to get feet.

“I love you so much, Thomas.” She tells him and in return he leans in and suddenly kisses her. It surprises her that he doesn’t mind tasting himself, most guys are so irky about this. But of course Thomas isn’t most guys. He’s such a good boy. “Don’t mind tasting yourself, baby?” She asks with a smirk and by the way his eyes widen he probably hadn’t even realized it.

“It’s… not as good as you, b-but I don’t mind.”

“Good boy.” She kisses his forehead and can’t help but giggle when she sees him grab his cock. It’s still wet with her spit. “What do you want to do, puppy? Do you want to try anything from here.” She tilts her head towards the drawer.

“I—um…”

“You don’t have to, we have all the time in the world to—”

“Your fingers…” he says in a small voice.

“My fingers?” She asks with a grin on her lips. They are going to have so much fun together.

“Y-yes.” Of course, she'd give him anything.

“Of course, hop on the bed.” She tells him, then puts the strap back in the drawer, even though she has a feeling she’ll be using it sooner than she thought, then picks up the lube. When Victoria turns back to him he’s laying down on the bed, pretty puppy eyes fixed on her. “Are you nervous, baby?”

He shakes his head. “I w-want this.” It’s everything she needs to hear before climbing over him and starting kissing him deeply. Sucking on his tongue and biting his lips until she’s sure that they’ll bruise.

“I’m going to make you feel so good on my fingers.” She whispers wetly in his ear and then gently bites the lobe of it. She giggles when his hips lift off the bed. “And maybe later…” she reaches a hand low on his thigh, then caresses upwards. It encourages him to part his legs as her hand climbs higher and higher between them until she finds the crease to his ass, she softly runs her fingers beneath his balls, down his taint and between his cheeks until she feels his hot little entrance and he covers his face with one hand and shutters a breath. “If you’re a good boy and shower…” she builds up the suspense as she gently rubs against his entrance. “I’ll use my mouth on you too.” Maybe it doesn’t click for him at first, because there’s no reaction, but then he thrusts his hips forward and grabs for his cock again. Such a desperate little thing. “Would you like that?” It’s such a useless question at this point.

“Yes—fuck, anything. You can do anything to me.”

She swallows because she can’t help the way something savage within her stirs.

“Oh baby, I don’t think that’s an offer you want to make just yet.”

Age 20/21

His heart plunges so hard when he sees her face morph into a shocked expression.

“Thomas.” Her voice sounds stern, but also a bit broken. Like he betrayed her somehow. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“It’s—” he panics, they never fought, they never disagreed. Even when he upset her she usually kept her calm.

“That place is disgusting, Thomas.” Her cheeks light up red with anger. “They have the worst reviews and people sued them for contracting STDs!”

“It was—” He tries with tears in his eyes because she’s upset, she’s so upset and angry.

“It was stupid, Thomas! I can’t believe you would do something so reckless.”

“I’m sorry!” He hiccups and tries to go in to hug her.

“No! Thomas this is serious! Was the needle they used new? Did they wear gloves?” She holds him apart by his forearms.

“I don’t remember, I was nervous—”

“God Thomas! How could you do this?” She walks away from him and he just doesn’t know what to do, he didn’t think she’d be so upset. “First of all, a body modification like this is not something you just do because of a bet! You have to want it, it’s your body and I would never deny you anything, but I would also like to know when you do something like this and help you find a decent place.”

“I’m sorry.” He tries again and it’s hard not to just try to hug her again. She looks so upset. “I didn’t want to upset you.”

“Thomas! For the love of god!” She snaps at him and Thomas flinches. “Fuck! I’m sorry.” She takes two steps away from him and breathes. Thomas wants to sit down. He wants to be on the floor because his legs feel useless right now, like they might crumble under his weight. “I didn’t mean to yell, but this is not about me. You don’t understand how serious this is.”

“I’m sorry! Just punish me, you can do anything! I don’t care, just please—”

“Thomas, listen.” She says and it’s quieter. She walks back to him and he’s hopeful he’ll get a kiss when she takes his cheeks in her hands, but she doesn’t kiss him. “We need to call the clinic tomorrow and see if you can get you an appointment as soon as possible.” He at first doesn’t understand what she means.

“Fuck…” he breaths out as it suddenly dawns on him. “I’m—” maybe she sees him go pale as he comes to the realization and maybe she feels bad for him because she goes in for a hug, but he immediately pulls away. “Don’t!” He walks a few steps back hugging his own arms, but then groaning in pain as he brushes against the piercing. “I-I don’t w-want to m-make you s-sick—”

“Thomas caro, look at me and breathe.” He slowly walks closer until she’s within reaching distance. She touches one of his arms and he struggles to resist pulling away. If he truly had contracted something from that terrible place, he doesn’t fucking care about himself. But he can’t hurt her. He won’t. He’d rather spend the rest of his life alone. “Please calm down, I’m sure you didn’t get infected with anything, they must have cleaned up their game after the lawsuits or else they would have closed down for good. I probably overreacted a bit, I was just shocked that you would do something like this.”

“S-sorry.” He tries again, looking down at her feet. He’d rather be there.

He never should have taken the damn bet, but he was so fucking sure of himself, then he lost and needed to get something pierced. It didn’t matter what, but it couldn’t be the ears, he had few other options because he didn’t want anything on his face. So the nipple was the next best thing. In his head Victoria would be surprised and turned on and amazed at how brave he was, even though he whimpered the whole time that the lady was explaining things and preparing everything. And when the needle actually went through, it was a hot blinding pain that he never experienced before. It made him feel lightheaded and dizzy and for the next few hours he felt a bit off. A brief floating sensation took over him. It was weird. But not once during all of this did he stop to consider the risks. How could he have been so reckless?

“I’ll go to the clinic with you tomorrow. They’ll run the tests so that we can be sure.” She runs one of her hands through his long hair, pulling it back behind his ear. “Please stop crying, it hurts my heart to see you like this. It’ll be ok, no matter what. I promise.”

So many bad scenarios are running through his head. Terrifying ones. What if it won’t be ok? What if it is bad? What if he’ll never be able to kiss her again? What if—

“Breathe.”

Waiting in the clinic for the test results was one of the worst experiences of his life. Including all the shit that his parents put him through. His ass sat there in that hard plastic seat with her holding his hand tightly as they waited for the doctor to come in and read him the results. He has never in his life cried so much as he did in the past two days. He’s thankful for how patient and calm Victoria has been with him ever since his breakdown.

Overall his piercing healed rather well, it was no longer as red and the soreness went down as well. He wanted to take it out that night. Somehow thinking that might erase what he did. But she didn’t let him, Victoria said that it would be painful to take it out while it’s still healing and insisted he let it in for at least two weeks. He constantly cleaned it and bandaged it, so that it wouldn’t rub too much on his shirt. It really didn’t look infected. But that definitely didn’t mean he was in the clear.

“Thomas, I mean it. Whatever happens, I’m here for you. I’ll always be.”

He looks at hers with tears in his eyes and wants to say something, but then the door opens.

“Signor Raggi?” A woman sticks her head in the room, she appears to be a nurse.

Thomas' stomach plunges. “Y-yes.”

“The doctor has an emergency to attend to, he told me to let you know that your test results are back and that you are cleared of any infections or diseases. Your blood work looks fine for your age, but he recommends drinking more water. If you want the paperwork, it’s at the main desk. Thank you.” She leaves just as quickly as she budded in and what follows is an astound silence.

“Oh god!” Victoria finally says and then gives him a relieved chuckle, then immediately leans over, grabs his face and kisses him hard.

“Fuck.” He gasps when she pulls back and runs a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, let’s get out of here.” She’s already getting up, still holding his hand.

“Are you going to punish me now?” He asks after his shower. She was waiting for him in the living room watching her tv show. He’s been meaning to ask this all day, because he knew it was coming, but she hasn’t told him when or how yet.

“Caro…” she says fondly when she turns his way and then opens her arms to him, he quickly climbs on the couch and into her embrace. She gently caresses his back and arms and then kisses his forehead. “What you went through these past few days was already a hard punishment—”

“N-no Vic, I n-need it.” He sighs and buried his face between her breasts. He hopes that she understands, and doesn’t make him beg any further or explain why he needs this.

“Oh puppy, you need it? You need a reminder so you won’t ever do anything so reckless again?” He nods into her and sighs. “Are you sure? Because I’m willing to hope you learned your lesson already, but if you really need a punishment, I can’t go easy on you. It needs to match the severity of the problem.” He lets out a shivering breath and pulls away from her so that he can meet her gaze.

“I think a good punishment will help me not only remember but also to come to terms with everything and maybe even forgive myself afterwards.” He says with as much stability in his voice as he can manage. Victoria gives him a small smile and caresses his cheek. “I know I won’t like it, b-but that’s the point, r-right?” Her smile turns into a smirk and she nods.

“Do you want to do it tonight or wait—”

“Tonight, please!” He begs and then can’t help going crimson. “I’m not eager, I just… want to get it over with.” He tries explaining and she nods.

“Very well.” Victoria says, grabs the remote and turns off the tv. The sudden darkness in the room makes Thomas’s poor heart race. “Go to the bedroom, undress and wait for me, standing.” She says and he nods and gets up.

She undresses down to her underwear and picks out one of the t-shirts that she usually sleeps in, then makes sure that the door is locked and all lights are turned off before going to the bathroom and grabbing her wooden hairbrush. She has actually used it before in the past to spank her partner. But it was just a few girls, never Thomas. She had punished him a few times this year, since they’ve started dating. He once failed to turn in his papers because he had been too lazy. So she grounded him for two weeks. He had been embarrassed, but took his punishment with absolutely no protest. Once he forgot that they were supposed to meet for dinner in town and left her waiting alone in the restaurant. It hadn’t been a huge crime, but she felt really embarrassed having to eat alone at a table set for two. So when she came home she told him that he wasn’t allowed to come for three days. It had been a rather difficult punishment for her little minx, but he hasn’t missed a single date since. And once he really fucked up, he drove home after he had a few beers. She immediately smelled it on his breath and furiously grabbed her scooter keys from him. He wanted to assure her that he wasn’t drunk but she didn’t care. She couldn’t bare the idea of losing him, or having him injured over something so stupid as drinking and driving. She was so pissed that she took him over her knee that following morning, when she was absolutely sure that he could fully absorb the punishment and understand why it was happening . But she only used her hand on him and stopped as soon as his skin started turning a pretty shade of red. It wasn’t really that much. But he was so sensitive, that by the end of it he was bawling his eyes out and begging for forgiveness.

“Oh god, please don’t.” He immediately says as he sees her walk into the room with the brush. It impresses her a bit that he figured it out so fast. But she’s not caving in to that desperate tone. “Please just use your hand like last time.”

“Apparently last time didn’t help—”

“Y-you c-can’t.”

“Arguing with me will only make it worse, wouldn’t you rather get this over with. You know I’d never seriously injure you. But I need you to remember this for the rest of your life, Thomas.” She tells him as she sits on the bed and leaves her lap open.

He nods, already looking like he might start crying any second, but still walks over to her and leans over her lap. She lets him adjust while she gently caresses his thighs. Truth is, his body is so lean and soft that it’s hard to punish him in any physical way. And they’re still so new to each other. She’s still figuring out his limits and his needs. But she thinks this’ll be a good thing for him. A way to forgive himself once it’s over and done with.

“I’m going to start with my hand, then the brush. I trust you to use your safeword responsibility. That means both when you feel like I’ve breached any limit and also not when you just want to get the punishment over.” She reminds him and he nods, but she wants a verbal response, so she waits until he comes to the realization on his own.

“Yes, I promise.”

“Good boy.” She says and immediately lands the first swat. He gasps and shakes in her arms, but she doesn’t give him any time to soak in the shock before continuing.

“God! V-Vic—please!” The sounds of her hand slapping each one of his ass cheeks is so loud in the room. It’s only outmatched by his little cries that have started sometime after the twentieth swat. His ass is almost as pink as it was the first time they did this, so she stops and only gently caresses it for a few seconds. Until Thomas’s cries die down to little sniffles. Then she grabs the brush and first lets his hot skin feel the smooth surface of it in small little circles.

“Don’t, god—” she doesn’t let him finish and just smacks his left ass cheeks as hard as she would with her hand. “AAH—fuck!” She sees him grab the pillow from the bed and bring it in his arm to stuff his head in it. She doesn’t like causing him pain, but she knows that it’ll help him and she trusts him to use his safeword. She gives him breaks between every swat to make sure he can catch his breath enough to use it if he has to. They get to eight, he already reached back to try and protect his poor ass a few swats ago, but she grabbed his wrist and is holding it at his back. “I’m s-so s-sorry.” He hiccups again and surprisingly enough, pulls his head up from the pillow and turns his face back to her, he looks like a mess. His nose and his eyes are red, there’s tears and snot everywhere and he bit his lower lip so much that it looks swollen. But there’s something even more interesting. That glassy blow out look in his eyes. The way he’s just looking at her with parted lips.

“I know you are.” She reassures him with a smile. She hits him again, a bit softer than before and while his body still jerks and he still gasps, he seems like he’s losing himself in the feeling, moaning as his fingers dig into the pillow. “Oh baby.” She whispers and drops the brush then gently caresses his bruised arse with her fingers. There’s really no real damage, it’s just a bit blotchy red from the brush and it might last for a day or two. But he’ll be ok. What she’s amazed with is something else. “Did you sub drop, my pretty little boy?” She asks him and he’s looking at her, but it doesn’t really seem like he’s acknowledging her words, so she leans down and gives him a kiss. He barely reacts to that either. He just lets her do whatever she wants with his mouth.

She carefully pulls him further on the bed and encourages him to lay on his side, then lays down in front of him and cups his cheek.

“I didn’t think you could fall like this, baby.”

“M’sorry.” He says, but it’s still airy and lost.

“No baby, it’s ok, it’s a beautiful thing.” It is, or at least it can be if the sub has a Dom that would never take advantage of them in such a situation.

“M’hard”

“I know, caro.” She smiles and runs a hand down his chest. Carefully avoiding his still sore pierced nipple. “But we can’t do anything right now, not until we’ve had a conversation about this state you’re in. Do you understand?” She asks him in a careful voice, because this is such a sensitive mental state.

“Mmm, feel funny.” He giggles and then moans as he leans back on his ass. She has to swallow down all the need to just grab him and take him and mark him.

“God Thomas. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.”

He licks his lips and giggles again. “You ate my KitKats.”