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*January 2025/Vee's POV*
It was late in the evening as I sat cross-legged on the bed, my laptop balanced on my thighs, watching Damien’s charity stream. Pinky was stretched out on the floor next to me, her tiny jaws working overtime to obliterate her squeaky bunny toy.
It was the first time either of us had taken a moment to breathe since coming back from his mom’s place. The past week had been…well, 'traumatic' didn’t even begin to cover it. But we were finding our way through, one small step at a time.
Right now, though, I only felt joy. Damien and his community had smashed the initial donation goal, the number on-screen climbed higher and higher in no time. My heart swelled at the sight of his flushed cheeks and wide grin, his excitement practically radiating through the screen.
I smiled, remembering the moment earlier in the stream when I’d sent my donation.
“Whoa, okay, hold on!” Damien had said suddenly, cutting off his own commentary. He squinted at the chat, then at the donation feed. “A hundred and sixty-nine dollars from…Vee.”
As soon as he said the number, he grinned and- of course- flashed the hang ten gesture- thumb and pinky extended, fingers curled, hand bobbing lightly. “Nice.” He said with a dorky grin.
Then, still smirking, he leaned closer to read the message. “I love you. And man, do I love L.A. P.S. You’re on laundry duty this week.” His ears turned pink before the words even finished leaving his mouth.
And the chat absolutely exploded.
[“Vee supremacy!”
“OMG THE LAUNDRY SHADE!”
“HE’S BLUSHING, WE WON!”
“am i invading your lil moment omg”
“UMMMM 👀👀👀👀👀”
“OOP 👀 Laundry duty? Sounds like someone's in troubleeee 🤭”
“GAHHAGSHJSEHHSJKH”
“Queen Vee reigns supreme 🙌”
“Mother Veee ✨️”]
Damien groaned, burying his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with laughter. “Chat, please.” He muttered, his voice muffled.
Naturally, that only made the chaos worse. His cheeks were practically glowing by the time he recovered, saying something about how he was never going to live this down.
What he didn’t know, though, was that I was also one of the anonymous $500 donations earlier in the stream.
Watching his stunned reaction back then, his hand flying to his chest as he stammered out his thanks and knowing I was helping out my gorgeous city, had been its own reward.
He didn’t need to know it was me.
Later after he wrapped everything up, he came upstairs and walked through the door, his exhaustion written all over his face, but there was something else- pride, a soft glow in his eyes that made my heart swell. The kind of tiredness that came from working so damn hard, but in the best possible way.
"I’m so unbelievably proud of you." I said, my voice low, almost reverent, as I moved my laptop out of the way, watching him closely. My heart still pounded with the rush of emotions from watching him on the stream.
"Thank you, sweetheart." Damien said, rubbing the back of his neck and stretching out his recovering thumb, his smile shy but sincere. He always tried to downplay his success, but I could see the way his eyes shined at what he and his community accomplished tonight. He had worked hard for it, and it showed.
"You were amazing," I added, a smile creeping across my face as I watched him settle in. "You literally hit that $3K goal in 20 minutes, and then...7K? Damien. You really crushed it." I reached for my phone, showing him the on-going tally on the screen. "This is insane."
He chuckled, his eyes warm as he stepped in further, "I didn’t expect it to go like that, honestly. The ‘coop's’ support was unreal." He let out a tired but contented sigh.
"Yeah," I agreed softly, nodding. "And then watching you come up here and scramble to put on that iconic ‘Astarion’ shirt in the middle of stream, looking all sexy in that lace-up v-neck...I couldn’t stop laughing at the ‘coop's’ reactions, but seriously, you look incredible.”
Damien grinned, rubbing his face with both hands. "This was kind of ridiculous, huh?"
I nodded again, still smiling, feeling a rush of affection for him. "Oh, ridiculous in the best way. And one hell of an incentive for donations." I shook my head dreamily as he scoffed.
A small smile tugged at his lips. "I’m glad you think so.”
I set my phone down, letting the weight of the moment settle in. We had all been through so much, and seeing him so happy- so fulfilled tonight- was everything I could have wanted.
I mean I have lost count of the panic attacks I've had to suppress these days and I'm still not ok. And he knew that.
But at this very moment, I missed him. I missed having some peace and bliss and being able to not be on autopilot basically.
There was a longing in me, a need that had been simmering for days but I had obviously ignored- especially since I was way too worried and scared to just walk up to my boyfriend and tell him ‘Hey, I need you to hold me and feel me because that's the only thing that's gonna ground me right now’.
I threw my head back for a moment, taking a deep breath. He hadn’t noticed yet, his attention was now in fixing his hair- which he had exaggeratedly poofed up- in the mirror.
I got up slowly, the soft rustle of my blankets making the silence between us feel heavy, then walked towards him, my gaze locked on his as soon as he turned to look at me.
"And you know..." I started, my voice more teasing now, but with a tenderness that I couldn’t hide. The words felt a little lighter than they had before, as I moved closer to him.
His brow slightly furrowed. "Yeah?"
I could feel my pulse quicken as I stepped closer, my fingers brushing the front of his shirt as I stood in front of him. "I think you deserve a reward for all that hard work."
"Really?" He asked, his voice smugly catching with surprise. He stood up straighter, eyes softening just a little.
"Mmhm," I said, my voice a little quieter now, yet with a hint of playfulness. "You’ve earned it."
Damien let out a small laugh, but there was a flicker of something more in his gaze now. "I’m not sure I can take a reward tonight, though. You know I’ve got all those voiceover appointments tomorrow-"
"Don't pretend like it's not gonna take you ages to get sleepy," I cut in, stepping a little closer, my fingers brushing one of the laces at the front of his shirt. My touch lingered as I slowly, almost absent-mindedly, twisted the fabric around my finger, pulling it just a bit tighter, making him lean closer to me.
"Let me tire you out, okay? Besides...you know this shirt is my kryptonite."
"Vee..." His voice dropped, sounding low and hesitant, but I could tell it wasn’t entirely resistance. He was trying to fight it, but I could see the way his smile softened.
I took another step closer, the heat between us building as I let my fingers trail over the fabric again, letting the tension in the air grow.
"We haven’t touched each other in over a week," I murmured, my voice quiet, vulnerable. "And I totally get it, I mean-" My words faltered for just a second, the suffocating feeling of everything everyone in the city had been through- the panic, the distress, the anxiety- hitting me all over again.
"We were all too stressed and sad and scared to be even remotely horny- and I still feel that way-” I gave a dry laugh, “but...now I’m actually starting to feel a little bit of hope. Truly. And I need you."
I pulled back slightly, but the space between us felt heavy, like the words had stripped me bare. The vulnerability settled in like a cloak, and for the first time, I felt exposed in a way I hadn't in days.
Damien’s eyes softened, his gaze catching mine. He reached out, his hand cupping my cheek gently, his thumb brushing over the delicate skin there. "So, what are you gonna do about it?"
His eyes bore into mine and my throat tightened, his hand slipping to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. The warmth of his body was all-encompassing now, and I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palms as I pressed my hands to his chest. His breath was uneven, but so was mine.
He murmured, his voice full of tenderness. “I’m here. Just...let me hold you. Let me be there for you like I always want to be.”
I shook my head gently, my lips just inches from his. “I’m not asking for you to *just* hold me,” I whispered, voice trembling slightly. “I need to feel close to you. I need to feel like we’re gonna be okay. Like everything is gonna be normal again and we can just…breathe together.”
His lips parted, a soft breath escaping him as he pulled me even closer, his forehead resting against mine. I could feel his heartbeat, quick and steady. He was starting to surrender to the moment, to let go of everything that had been weighing him down, and I could feel that hope I had spoken of, blossoming between us.
“Ok. You’ve got me.” Damien said, his voice low and serious now, almost reverent. “Always.”
I let out a shaky breath, my hands sliding down his chest and wrapping around his waist, pulling him toward me in a way that felt both desperate and gentle.
His mouth crashed against mine, urgent and rough, hands gripping my hair as if he couldn’t hold back anymore.
The moment our lips met, it was frantic- wild, desperate, like we couldn’t get close enough, like our bodies had been starved for each other for too long.
My heart pounded in my chest, and I responded with equal ferocity, kissing him back with everything I had. My tongue and his dancing in perfect harmony.
My hands moved over his chest, pulling and pawing at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin beneath my fingertips.
His hands were everywhere, on my waist, my back, then sliding down to cup my ass, pulling me even closer to him, making me feel how much he wanted this- how much we both needed it.
He pulled away just long enough to gasp for air, but before we could even fully catch our breaths, I kissed him again, harder this time.
My heart raced, and without another word, I grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the bed. The kiss didn’t stop; it was messy and wet, both of us eager as I led him backward. Our bodies tangled as we waddled toward the bed, knees knocking together, lips never leaving each other’s.
I pushed him back once his knees hit the bed and I straddled him, my body pressing down onto his as I sat on his lap, clinging to him with a desperation I couldn’t hide. His hands slid over my body, gripping my ass again- hard enough to leave marks I'm sure- and I moved against him, my breath hitching as I felt his hardness press into me.
But before I could get a moment to steady myself, Damien pulled away with a sly smile, and then- without warning- he flipped us over. My body hit the bed with a startled laugh as he landed above me, grinning down at me with that mischievous glint in his eyes.
I let out a surprised laugh, my chest rising and falling rapidly with the sudden jolt. "What the hell?" I gasped, my heart still racing.
Damien’s grin widened as he laughed with me, a playful gleam in his eye. “What? You didn’t think I was gonna let you have all the fun, did you?”
“You’re impossible.” I laughed, my breath still uneven as I tried to catch my bearings.
But as soon as I finished my sentence, his lips were on mine again, like he couldn’t get enough. And to be fair, neither could I.
My hands roamed to his back, tugging him closer, feeling the heat of his body against mine. We were clinging to each other now, both of us so caught up in the moment that nothing else mattered.
“God, I need you,” He whispered against my lips, his voice full of raw hunger as his hands slid down my body again, pulling me even closer, as if trying to fuse our bodies together.
I gasped, my body responding to the urgency in his touch, my hands finding their way to the back of his neck, tugging him closer. “Then take me."
Damien’s lips trailed down my neck, his hands wandering possessively over my body. Every inch of his touch was making the dull ache between my legs grow more and more. “You're so fucking sexy.” He murmured.
I swallowed hard, my body thrumming with anticipation, but before I could answer, I heard the unmistakable sound of Pinky’s little paws padding across the floor. I glanced down, and sure enough, my dog had decided to perch her front paws on the bed and curiously look at us with her big eyes- her bunny still firmly in her mouth.
Damien stilled, catching sight of her, and then burst out laughing. “Well, this is...awkward.”
I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief. "Pinky, no. Not now. Come on, baby, you need to leave. Shoo!" I waved my hand, trying to get her to leave the room, but Pinky just tilted her head, oblivious to the situation.
“You know, she’s not even fazed.” Damien said, still laughing.
“Clearly.” I muttered, then addressed my dog again, more seriously this time, “Pinky, go to your bed! We are not playing right now!”
Finally, after a few more confused barks and a wag of her tail, Pinky trotted out of the room, leaving us to continue. I let out a relieved sigh, but the moment had shifted- though not in a bad way. He caught my gaze again, that same mischievous look in his eyes.
He took a small step back, but not enough to break the intensity between us. “Well, now that we have some privacy again...” He tugged at the bottom of my hoodie, his fingers tracing the edge.
I sat up and pulled it up and over my head revealing my thin sports bra while the coolness of my sword necklace hit my chest.
Damien then moved his hands to the hem of his own shirt to follow suit with me but I reached up to touch his chest, halting his movements. “Wait a second.” I interjected, my voice soft but commanding.
He froze, brow furrowing slightly. “What’s wrong?”
I smiled seductively, a flicker of mischief in my eyes. “Don’t take that shirt off.”
He blinked, looking at me with surprise. “What?”
I leaned in close, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, “Keep it on. You look too good in it.”
His breath hitched, and the mischievous grin returned to his lips. “You’re killing me here,” He said, voice dripping with the same hunger I felt. “But if you want me to keep it on, who am I to argue?”
My smile involuntarily got wider. Damien’s grin softened, a dark gleam in his eyes. “You’ve really, got a thing for this shirt, don’t you?”
“Oh, I thought that was established, yes.” I nodded, biting my lip as my gaze flicked to the loose laces at the front of his v-neck.
Leaning back slightly, I slid my hands down to the waistband of his sweatpants. “This, however- this can go.”
His grip on my hips tightened as I worked at his waistband, my fingers dancing over the outline of his rigid length, his breaths coming heavier. I glanced up to see his eyes fixed on me, his jaw tight like he was bracing himself.
I smirked, dragging the edge of the fabric down just enough to tease him. “You gonna let me play with my cock? Hmm?”
Damien froze, his pupils dilating as his breath hitched. Then, a crooked grin spread across his face, one brow arching in that infuriatingly smug way of his. “Yours?” He echoed, his tone amused but thick with heat.
I shrugged, my smirk never faltering. “Unless you want to argue about it?”
His grin faltered, just for a moment, as his throat bobbed with a hard swallow. I knew I had him.
“Not arguing,” He finally said, his voice rougher now. “Just…processing how hot it is when you say that.”
I leaned in closer, brushing my lips against his ear as I whispered, “Good. Then sit back and let me play, hmm?”
Damien groaned, his head tipping back as his hands fell to his sides, releasing me. He didn’t protest this time when I pushed him back onto the bed, his body sinking into the mattress. I climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs again.
I kissed him, slow and deep, my hands sliding down to his waistband. As I pulled the garment down, my eyes caught something that made me pause.
I raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk tugging at my lips as I met his gaze. "No underwear? Really?" I teased, my voice dripping with mock disapproval.
His cheeks flushed instantly, and he rolled his eyes. "I was in a rush, okay?"
I snorted, not even bothering to hide my amusement, and finally pulled his sweatpants down over his hips, letting them drop to the floor. My hands slid up his thighs, and I leaned in closer, pressing a soft kiss to his lips as I wrapped my fingers around him.
“Baby…” He gasped, his head tipping back against the mattress, his hands gripping my thighs.
I smirked against his mouth, my breath warm against his skin. "Taking a page out of my book, huh?" I teased, enjoying the heat that flared in his eyes.
Damien let out a shaky laugh against my mouth. “Shut up…” He muttered, his voice low and rough.
I grinned, leaning back slightly, my gaze never leaving him. "Hmm…I thought you liked me mouthy?" I whispered teasingly, tightening my grip, making him moan in response.
I smirked, brushing my thumb over the head of his length, feeling the heat of him, the tightness of his body, and I leaned closer, pressing my lips against his ear. “I love how hard I make you. Turns me on so fucking much.”
He started to cover my neck and chest with open mouthed kisses before he all but ripped my bra off and tossed it on the floor, his mouth immediately attaching to my hardened nipples.
I moaned as the warmth of his mouth enveloped my chest. The flicking of his tongue, reminiscent of the magic he could work with his lips, only made me wetter.
“Fuck, I love these perfect tits.” He groaned, cupping them firmly in his hands as I sped up my strokes, applying a little pressure to the underside of his cock the way I knew he liked.
I grasped his hair and pulled him to face me, “I want your tongue.”
Damien’s breath hitched, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he murmured, “Yeah?”
I nodded, my breaths uneven as I whispered back, “Yeah.”
His hand slid up to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing over my chin before he said, “Open.”
I obeyed, parting my lips slightly, and before I could brace myself, he leaned in, capturing my tongue with his lips. He sucked on it slowly, teasingly, drawing a helpless whimper from me as the heat of him made my entire body shiver.
My fingers dug into his shoulders, the sensation of his lips and tongue completely undoing me. He groaned softly against me, the sound vibrating through my body, and before I could fully process it, his hands gripped my hips firmly.
Effortlessly, Damien pushed us further up the bed, his strength evident as he adjusted our positions. My knees brushed against the mattress, my body molding to his, and when my back finally hit the pillows, he moved my hand off him and hovered above me, pushing my back flush against the bed, his gaze intense and focused.
“Stay still…” He murmured, his hands sliding to my waistband. With a single, fluid motion, he gripped both my pants and underwear, pulling them down and off in one decisive move.
The cool air against my bare skin sent a shiver through me, but it was nothing compared to the heat in his eyes as he took me in. “Fucking gorgeous. My gorgeous girl.” He muttered, his voice thick while his hands slid up my thighs as he settled between them.
His eyes darkened, zeroing in on the slickness now making my pussy lips glisten and making a mess of my inner thighs. His thumb brushed against it, spreading the evidence of my arousal as his lips curved into a smug, heated smile.
“Dripping for me already?” He asked, his voice rough and teasing as he let his fingers trail closer.
Slowly, his thumbs moved to either side of my center, spreading me gently. He scissored them along the outside of my folds, the pressure light but deliberate, teasing me in a way that left me squirming beneath him.
I moaned, my hips tilting instinctively, silently begging him to go deeper. His lips brushed back up over the curve of my breast, opening wide and sucking hard. I cried out as the heat of his mouth and the scrape of his teeth sent jolts of pleasure to my core.
“Baby, oh fuck…” I felt the words tumble out of me before I could stop them. He slowly pulled his lips off my tit, the cool air of the room hitting his saliva that covered my peak, making it pebble even more.
He peppered kisses up to my lips while one of his fingers circled my entrance, gathering out the wetness he had coaxed out of me.
“You still want this mouth baby?” He rasped out against my jaw.
“Want it so bad. I want it so fucking bad…” I moved to nuzzle his face with mine.
His voice was soft, teasing, as he murmured against my skin. "I love it when you beg."
I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips as I tilted my head back. "You better. You're the only one I'd ever beg for." I teased, my tone dry.
We both chuckled with our faces millimeters apart, the sound warm and intimate, before our lips met in a kiss- this time it was gentle, his stubble grazing my skin delicately.
The kiss broke for just a moment, and I felt his teeth graze my skin, sending shivers through me.
He kissed his way down my neck, his lips soft, then biting and nipping at the sensitive skin, each touch sending a fluttering heat through me. I gasped, the warmth of his touch and the pressure of his bites making my heart race.
He trailed his lips down my body, each kiss sending a wave of shivers through me. When he reached the inside of my thigh, I felt the soft delicious scrape of his stubble against my skin, teasing and rough at the same time. He pressed his lips to my skin, his teeth gently sinking into the soft flesh of my thigh, just enough to make me gasp.
“Harder,” I breathed, my voice thick with need. “I- I want you to mark me.”
He lifted his gaze to meet mine, a dark flicker of amusement in his eyes, before his grip tightened, and he gave in to my request. The bite came deeper this time, the sting sharp and sweet, sending a rush of heat through me.
He abruptly moved my legs further apart and hooked his hand under my thighs to hold my his as he- finally- attached his lips to my needy cunt, “Fuck! Yes…”
He groaned at the first taste of me, wrapping his lips over my swollen clit and flicking the tip of his tongue furiously.
“Shit…holy shit yes- that's it, that's fucking it baby- oh-” I babbled, one of my hands tangling in his midnight black hair as I propped myself on my elbow with the other, clutching the sheets underneath me.
He said something against me but the only words I could make out were “fucking…good…” as the sinfully erotic sounds of him lapping up my juices filled the air.
He groaned as I grinded my hips, fucking myself with his face. I barely noticed when he moved one of his hands from my hips but my breath caught as his fingers hovered just over my weeping hole, teasing the edges. “Want me to fill you up? Stretch you out for me, huh?” He asked, his lips covered in me.
I couldn’t find my voice, but I nodded, mouthing ‘Yes’, barely able to hold back. He smirked, and then- slowly, almost painfully so- one of his fingers slid inside me.
My back arched, the sensation of him stretching me both blissful and torturous. His eyes never left mine, watching every tiny shift in my expression as he slid deeper, his movements deliberate, each inch of him filling me with more heat.
“You feel so good around me...” He whispered, his finger curling inside me, making me moan softly.
I whimpered, pushing myself against him, urging him to keep going. “Another, Damien…now…” I needed it, wanted it, feeling that familiar tension building in my core as he worked his fingers inside me.
He lowered his lips back to me and his fingers pressed deeper, hitting that spot over and over, making me gasp louder as his tongue followed the rhythm of his hand, never giving me a moment to catch my breath.
“Fuck- oh my god. You're right on my clit. You're right there. You're- oh…fuck!” I threw my head back against the pillows and pressed my hands further into his hair, reaching for his free hand and lacing our fingers together as the ache in my cunt made my eyes roll.
My jaw tightened and I could only grunt as I felt him essentially make out with my pussy. I saw him spitting over my entrance and felt the warm fluid glide over me as his fingers pumped and curled furiously, as he rolled my nub between his lips.
That alone was my undoing. I nearly screamed as I toppled over the edge, “I'm cumming! Fuck, Damien! Ah…ah-” My hips snapped wildly as he kept up his rhythm, not letting up on me.
It was too much. The overstimulation was driving me insane, my body ached for release, but I couldn’t escape the sensations crashing over me, keeping me teetering on the edge as he keep up his actions. I wanted to scream, I wanted to beg for him to stop, but I also knew I didn’t.
I needed it.
And then it hit again. The relentless pressure of his fingers, the flicks of his tongue- everything came at me in rapid succession, and I could barely take it. I felt the wave of orgasm break again, even though my body had barely recovered from the last.
My muscles trembled violently, my breath coming in shallow gasps and sharp whines, but he still didn’t stop. He didn’t give me a chance to breathe. It was too much. His mouth was still on me, sucking, licking, never letting me rest.
“Damien…please…” I whispered, a weak plea. I wasn’t sure if I was begging for him to stop or begging for more, but either way, I was white-knuckling the sheets.
He chuckled darkly against me, the vibration of his laugh adding to the pressure, making me tremble even harder. “One more baby. Give me one more.” He said through his teeth as his fingers caressed my walls perfectly as his face dove back down into the apex of my thighs.
I couldn't speak, couldn’t do anything but nod weakly as he pushed me closer to the edge again.
"Let go for me…" He urged, his voice dripping with amusement as he continued, building me up once more. The world around me faded as I felt everything explode in another, uncontrollable rush, my body clenching violently around his fingers and tongue as I came for the third time.
I was breathless, my body shaking, and he still didn’t stop, his quiet laughter still teasing, making me fall apart completely.
As the aftershocks slowly began to subside, his touch softened. He pulled back slightly and moved up to hold me, his fingers stroking gently over the sensitive skin of my sides as I gasped for breath. "Shh, it's okay, baby." He murmured, his voice soothing. "You did so good, you’re okay now."
I whined softly into his chest, still reeling from the intensity, but he kept his hands on me, his touch tender now as he guided me back down. “Breathe, sweetheart. Let it all settle…I got you.”
Once I was able to breathe again, I opened my eyes, my voice coming out a bit raspy. “Okay, uh, wow…so, I’m gonna need a nap after that, or, you know, a snack...or both.”
Damien’s lips twitched into a smile as he moved my hair from my forehead. "You sure you're ok, though?" He asked, teasing.
I nodded slowly, still breathless, a small, crooked grin tugging at my lips. “Oh, no yeah, I’m incredible. I might need a few minutes to remember how to move, though.”
He laughed while I wiped my cum off of his chin and beard with my hand and kissed him lightly, tasting myself and moaning gently at the bittersweet taste. I moved to undo the laced-up v-neck of his shirt and moved my hand inside to feel his racing heart.
He chuckled softly, his hands continuing their gentle caresses as he leaned over me, his voice warm with amusement. "Take your time. You deserve it.”
I shifted, sliding over him and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close. I let my breath calm against his skin, resting my head on his chest as I reveled in the feeling of his warmth, my pulse slowing with every beat of his heart.
For a while, we just held each other in silence, breathing together. I let myself relax, letting the sensations of his touch ground me. But it wasn’t long before the desire inside me flared again and I felt his cock twitch against my leg. I raised my head, meeting his gaze with a mischievous glint in my eyes.
And then, without warning, I moved, pushing him gently onto his back, my hands sliding down to his chest. “My turn.” I said, my voice low and determined.
He knows exactly what that means.
So he smirked, clearly enjoying my confidence. With that, I slid lower, positioning myself between his legs, ready to give him everything he’d given me.
I paused, my gaze lingering on the soft curve of his stomach, and lifted my eyes to his, a teasing smirk tugging at my lips. “I know what I said about this shirt, but I need to touch these.”
His breath caught, watching me intently as I slid his shirt up just enough to reveal his slightly rounded abs and the love-handles that I adored. I leaned down, moved his neckline aside and pressed my lips to his nipple, teasing the hardened peak with my tongue before sucking lightly.
As I did, his hands cupped the back of my head, fingers gently cradling it while his other hand slid down to squeeze my ass firmly, pulling me closer as his body shuddered from the sensation. His grip tightened slightly, urging me to keep going, his lips parted in quiet groans.
I rubbed my tits over his torso and licked over his prickly Adam's apple, quickly finding that spot on his neck that had him groaning and planting a firm smack on my ass cheek.
I slithered down his body, my eyes firmly on his. I kneeled between his parted legs and took his thick firm dick in my hands. I raised eyebrows, silently asking him if I could keep going to which he just responded with an eager nod, his gaze falling to my grasp on him.
With that, I flipped my hair back and let a bead of saliva fall from my mouth coating his tip as I spread it around with my strokes.
I lowered my face and kitten licked the head, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum hit my tastebuds. He groaned pressing his lips together as I swiped my tongue from his base to his tip and puckered my lips around it.
“Eyes on me.” I commanded hotly, as his hazel eyes faltered and fluttered shut. He immediately opened them and zeroed in on the sight before him, his pupils blown wide with lust.
“Atta boy…” I whispered as I finally took him in my mouth. I sucked and flicked my tongue on him, hollowing my cheeks.
My tongue swirled over the tip as I felt my mouth stretching to accommodate him. My hand wrapped around the base, working in tandem with my lips
Spit began to drip down my chin, slick and messy, as I moved with deliberate slowness. I shifted, arching my back slightly, tilting my hips to give him a view of the curve of my body. His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling as his hands gripped the sheets.
“God, Vee…” He groaned, his voice rough and strained.
I didn’t respond, my focus on the steady rhythm I created. I inhaled deeply through my nose, letting him slip deeper into my mouth until I felt him hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered slightly, but I kept going, breathing carefully through my nose as I held him there, my throat fluttering around him.
His hand found its way to my hair, fingers tangling gently. He didn’t push me or force me down- he just held me there, his body clenching as he murmured, “Fuck…you’re doung so good babygirl…so fucking good to me…”
I hummed softly in response, the vibration making him curse under his breath. His length twitched in my mouth, and I pulled back just enough to swirl my tongue around the tip, teasing him before taking him in again.
Each movement became sloppier, wetter, as my spit dripped down onto his shaft. I let it coat him, my hand sliding easily as I worked him in tandem with my lips. I arched my back further, my chest pressing forward, and I could feel his gaze roaming over me, drinking in every movement.
“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep going…” He moaned, his voice thick with restraint.
I pulled back just enough to catch my breath, stroking him slowly with my hand as I wiped my mouth with the back of the other. “Not yet.” I teased, my lips curling into a mischievous grin.
His hips bucked slightly, and I tightened my grip on him, keeping him steady. “Vee…” He warned, his tone desperate yet commanding.
But I wasn’t done. Fuck no.
Leaning back down, I pressed my tongue flat against the delicate skin of his balls, gently sucking them in my mouth- enough to get him to tighten his grip on my hair- before taking him between my lips again.
I moved faster this time, my nose brushing against his skin with every downward motion. My breaths came in soft, controlled puffs through my nose, grounding me as I took him deep.
His thighs trembled, his hands twitching against the sheets before one shot back to my hair, his grip tightening slightly. “Fuck…baby…” His words were choked, his control slipping with every flick of my tongue and every stroke of my hand.
I felt him start to tense beneath me, his body trembling as he edged closer. His groans grew louder, more guttural, and just as I knew he was about to tip over, I pulled back completely, leaving him slick and throbbing.
Damien’s head snapped up, his hazel eyes wild as he let out a frustrated growl. “Vee-”
“Not yet.” I interrupted with a smirk, wiping the spit from my chin as I crawled back up his body. I straddled his exposed hips, pressing my soaked core against him, teasing him further.
I leaned over and kissed him, letting the faint taste of him seep into his mouth. He groaned into me, his grip on my hips tightening as I rolled them slowly, dragging myself against him, teasing us both.
Damien's hands slid up my sides, tracing the curve of my body before tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as our lips and teeth clashed as we all but devoured each other.
His tongue swept over mine and moved to suck on my chin and jaw, his breaths hot and uneven, matching the rhythm of my hips as I ground down against his length.
“Fuck, Vee-” He said against my shoulder, his voice thick with desperation.
I didn’t answer, couldn’t. I was lost in the heat of him, the way his hands roamed my body like he couldn’t get enough, the way his lips moved over and against mine with equal parts hunger and reverence.
Breaking the kiss for just a moment, I sat up, my chest heaving as I looked down at him. His hazel eyes burned into mine, his pupils blown wide as he watched me reach between us. My fingers wrapped around him, guiding his slick, throbbing length to where I was dripping for him.
I bit my lip, stifling a gasp as I teased his tip against my entrance, the anticipation making my head spin. His hips twitched beneath me, his hands gripping my thighs as he groaned.
“Baby…” He growled, his voice strained and pleading.
“Shh...” I whispered, leaning down to kiss him again, this time slower, deeper, my tongue sliding against his as I lined him up with me. Our breaths mingled, hot and heavy, as I hovered over him, my body trembling with need.
He reached up, cupping the back of my neck to pull me closer, his other hand settling firmly on my waist. The kiss became frantic again, all teeth and tongues and raw, unfiltered need. My heart raced as I lowered myself just enough to feel him stretch me slightly, teasing both of us.
Damien groaned into my mouth, his fingers digging into my skin as I paused, savoring the way his tip just barely entered me. “Don’t fucking tease me, Vee.” He said, his voice low and rough.
I smiled against his lips, breaking the kiss to murmur, “I wasn’t planning on it.” Then, with one slow, deliberate motion, I began to sink down onto him, taking him inch by inch, the feeling so overwhelming that I couldn’t stop the loud moan that escaped my lips.
His head fell back against the pillows, his jaw clenched tight, but his hands stayed on me, guiding me down as we moved together, our bodies finally becoming one.
I moved over him, his cock filling me gloriously like it always did. He sat up and pressed kisses all over my face, teasing my nipples with his fingers.
His lips were on my neck again, nipping and kissing, sending shivers through me that only made me crave more. My hips ground down onto him, desperate for friction, feeling him hard and relentless beneath me.
"God, you feel so good. Fucking missed this…" He muttered against my skin, his hands roaming over my body with possessive urgency. My fingers tangled in his hair, and I pulled him up to kiss me again, harder, deeper, needing more of him, all of him.
I squeezed his throat lightly, feeling the power shift as his breath caught. His hand shot to my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided me to move faster, harder.
“Fuck, princess…” He gasped, and I could feel the tension in his voice as it matched the frantic pace of our bodies.
He rocked his hips up into me, his pelvic bone deliciously dragging on my clit. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He growled, his lips trailing down to my collarbone. The words were a reminder that he was here, holding me, taking me, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to hear more, to know he was feeling the same hunger I was.
"Damien..." I gasped, my grip tightening around his throat again, my fingers pressing in just enough to make his pulse throb beneath my touch.
“Fuck me, don’t stop.” He groaned, his hands sliding down to my waist to guide me in a rhythm that matched the frantic pace of my heart. His body tensed under me, and his eyes met mine with a look so intense I nearly faltered.
“I won’t.” I whispered, but the words were shaky. My body was on fire, every inch of him so close to the edge, so close to making me unravel completely.
And then, as the passion reached a fever pitch, the heat in my chest made everything feel too raw. It was like the vulnerability surged up from the pit of my stomach, demanding to be heard. I whispered the words before I could stop myself: "I was so scared."
His movements stilled for a second, his eyes locking onto mine with a mixture of confusion and concern. “I know.” He whispered, his voice low and rough. “Me too, baby. I got you. It’s okay.”
The weight of his words settled over me like a blanket, and I clung to him, wrapping my arms around him tightly. He didn’t need to say anything. Like I said, he knew.
He grabbed me, rolling us over in one fluid motion until I was pinned beneath him, his body shielding me from the world.
I could feel my eyes well up, the raw vulnerability of it all threatening to spill over.
Damien’s gaze was unrelenting, holding me as if he were trying to memorize every piece of me, as though he knew how much I needed him to see me, feel me- all of me- the good and the broken. His lips kissed down my neck with a tenderness that made my heart ache, his movements so careful, so measured, that I could feel the emotion swirling between us with each passing second.
I blinked rapidly, the tears already threatening to escape, as I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling him back up to meet my lips. The kiss was slower now, deeper.
“Damien,” I murmured, my voice trembling, as his fingers traced the curve of my waist. “This…us…I was-” I couldn't find the right words, but somehow, he understood. His thumb brushed across my cheek, wiping away a tear I hadn’t even realized had fallen, his touch gentle as if afraid to break me.
“I know,” He whispered, his voice thick with the same raw emotion. “It's ok.”
His hands moved slowly, almost reverently, as if he feared I might slip away from him if he moved too quickly. I could feel my own hands shaking as I touched him, and clutched the thin linen of his shirt, needing him closer, needing to ground myself in this reality.
“I need you.” I rambled desperately.
“You have me,” He whispered, his hands gripping my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. “Every fucking inch of me.”
The way he spoke, the way he moved inside me- relentless, fierce, claiming me- pushed me closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building, tightening in my stomach, the waves of pleasure washing over me with every thrust. I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I moved faster, harder, desperate for the release that was almost within reach.
I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, his body pressing against mine, every inch of him driving me wild. His hands were everywhere- gripping, pulling, oh so desperately.
His grip tightened on my hips, his thumb digging into the soft flesh as he guided me against him, I gasped against his lips as his hands slid to my thighs, gripping them tightly as he shifted his weight, his body pressing against mine more firmly as his hands traced up my torso, brushing over my breasts, teasing me with the smallest contact that made me shiver.
“Vee…” He muttered my name, his voice thick with need. “I love you so fucking much…”
I couldn’t stop myself from pulling him closer, grinding my hips up against his, desperate for more.
"Yes…" He moaned, his voice strained as his hands roamed lower, finding my thighs again and pulling them up, positioning me just the way he wanted me. "God- feels so good."
As his pace quickened, I reached down, feeling the slick heat between us as I touched myself, needing to match the rhythm of his thrusts. My fingers moved in time with him, the pressure building, and I moaned softly as I stroked my clit, feeling the throbbing pleasure consume me.
Damien’s reaction was immediate. "Shit..." His tone cracked slightly, a mixture of awe and desperation. "You... fuck, yes. Just like that baby, that's right…get yourself off on my cock, that's it…good girl…”
His hands moved lower, pushing my legs up just a little more, his fingers digging into my flesh as he tried to drive himself deeper. I reached up, grabbing at his back, my fingers pressing into his skin as his hips slammed against mine, each thrust sharper than the last.
“Don’t stop…” I gasped, my nails digging into his back as I met him thrust for thrust. “Don’t you fucking stop.”
My chest heaved, my breaths shallow and desperate as I moved with him. I could feel the coolness of dried tears on my cheek and neck, but at this point, I didn’t even care.
My eyes locked with his, wild and untamed, as I growled, my voice low and frenzied, “Faster, Damien. Make me cum. Make fucking cum baby.”
The ferocity in his gaze only deepened, a sharp intake of breath escaping his lips before he surged into me, his hips moving with a force that sent me spiraling toward the edge. His fingers gripped my skin as though he couldn’t get enough, the desperation in his voice matching mine.
“Vee…shit…yes-” He panted, his body slamming against mine in a frantic rhythm, pushing us both to the brink.
With one final, desperate push, we both shattered together, the world fading away
I could feel the tension in my body snap, my back arching off the bed as a guttural sob tore from my throat. The pleasure ripped through me, my fingers dug into his back, my nails leaving marks as I gasped for air, my body breaking out in goosebumps beneath him.
I could feel him shudder above me, his own release rushing in as his breath caught, his body rigid as he groaned my name.
“Fuck! Vee…oh my god-” He choked out, his voice rough and strained, his hands gripping me tighter as he spilled into me. The intensity of his climax seemed to shake him, his head falling against my shoulder as he groaned, the sound low and desperate.
I clung to him, feeling the last of our release pulse through us in waves, our bodies moving together in the aftershocks.
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After we both slowly came down from the high of our release all that remained was the softness of our breathing and the warmth of each other's skin. Damien didn’t move at first, simply staying inside me, his weight pressed gently on top of me as I felt him press small pecks to my shoulder.
I ran my fingers softly through his hair, my hand trembling slightly from the intensity of what we'd just shared. “I love you.” I whispered, my voice hoarse but tender.
He lifted his head to meet my gaze and I moved a lock of hair from his forehead that had begun to revert to his natural curl from the sweat.
He leaned down, pressing his lips to my forehead in a lingering kiss. "Love you too…" He answered, his voice low and sweet. "So much.”
With a small smile, he slowly pulled out, and the emptiness left behind felt like a strange mixture of loss and satisfaction. I winced slightly, my body still sensitive, but Damien’s hands were already there, tenderly stroking my thighs and moving up my sides, his touch gentle and soothing.
Damien held me close for a while longer, his hand gently caressing my back as we settled into the quiet aftermath. But eventually, he let out a soft sigh, his fingers trailing over the edge of my arm. “We should probably get up...” He said, his voice low, but there was no urgency, just a quiet suggestion.
I buried my face in his chest for a moment, reluctant to leave the warmth of his embrace. My body ached in the best way, and my limbs felt like jelly. "Do we have to?" I whined, my voice still drowsy and tired.
He chuckled softly, running his hand through my hair. "Yeah, babe. As much as I’d love to just stay here, we should clean up."
With a resigned sigh, I rolled over and stretched out, sore but satisfied.
And sticky. Very sticky.
Damien rose slowly, stretching his body with a soft grunt as he stood up.
“I’ll get us some water.” He spoke up, his tone gentle as he disappeared downstairs. The silence left in his absence felt strangely loud, and I shifted, rolling onto my back, my skin still warm and buzzing
When he returned, he was holding two glasses of water, his eyes soft as he walked toward me. Without a word, he handed me one, his fingers grazing mine for a brief moment before he leaned down, his gaze locking onto the bite marks along my neck, chest, and on my thighs.
His touch was gentle as his fingers traced over the damage- if you could even call it that- the feeling of his hand on my skin sending a shiver down my spine. “You look incredible.” He muttered, his voice hushed and intimate.
“You know,” I said, my voice teasing, “I'm not the only one with battle scars.”
Damien chuckled softly, his fingers pointing to the marks on his arms and his back. “Look at what you did to me! How could you?” He joked with an accusatory tone, but there was a proud edge to his smile.
We moved slowly toward the bathroom, the faint sound of our footsteps echoing in the quiet of the house. He was close behind me, his hand resting at the small of my back, guiding me as we made our way to the warm, softly lit room.
He stepped aside as I entered, giving me space but not letting go of me, keeping me stable. The warm glow of the lights overhead reflected off the mirror as I turned to face it.
I glanced at my reflection, and the sight was a mix of satisfaction and chaos- fingerprints across my skin, bite marks scattered along my neck and shoulders, darkening bruises that marked the evidence of our passion. A small, satisfied smirk tugged at my lips as I ran my fingers lightly over them.
Hot.
Damien stepped into the shower first, leaving his poor worn out 'Astarion' shirt over the towel rack. Water cascaded over his body as he washed away the remnants of our time together. I followed a few moments later after washing my face, the steam rising around us, wrapping us in a sense of privacy that felt almost sacred.
I stood close, the water warm against my skin as I rinsed off, Damien’s hands gently guiding me as he helped, washing away the stickiness and the evidence of our encounter.
Once we were clean, we stepped out, drying off in comfortable silence. Damien’s towel was tossed aside carelessly as he reached for a fresh pair of sweatpants, before offering me one of his shirts and boxers. I pulled his clothes on, relishing the soft fabric against my skin, the scent of him still lingering faintly in the fibers.
As we settled into the bed, Damien called softly, “Zelda, Freyja, Pinky...come on! It’s bedtime! C’mon girls.”
The sound of paws followed soon after, and the animals entered the room. Zelda and Freyja, the cats, hopped onto the bed, immediately settling in without a second thought- completely ignoring their cozy cat tower in the corner, as they curled up beside us.
Pinky, trotted in behind them and flopped down onto her own doggy bed beside ours, content and calm as she settled in for the night.
Damien chuckled softly, his arm tightening around me. “I think we’re all set for the night.”
I smiled, glancing at the animals all gathered around us. “Yeah, guess so.”
“You left the notifications on in your phone right?” I asked, double checking- we couldn’t be too careful about that stuff right now.
“Yep. Don't worry. We'll be ok.” He pecked my forehead while Freyja nuzzled into his arm.
I felt a peaceful warmth settle over me. Wow. Finally.
“Ok.”
And I meant that.
I pecked his healing thumb softly, mindful not to mess with the new band-aid too much and closed my eyes.
Soon.
Soon, we'll really be ok.
I was hopeful.
I had to be.