Damiano David // one shots

Eurovision (Part 4)

A/N: Hope you enjoy this longer chapter! Should I continue this story or would you like me to move on to other short stories and one-shots?
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Sitting in that area with music still loud but not deafening you didn't notice how the bottle was emptied and a second one was brought. You two shared quite a few laughs and got more and more comfortable with each other, opening up and getting to know one another better and better. The champagne might've been what kickstarted it and helped you both feel more relax but at this point the magnetic pull between you two was undeniable.

You didn't let yourself get carried away since you heard about him having a girlfriend, so you kept the conversation friendly and avoided flirting. He told you about his music career and how it all started, and you got to share your accomplishments and life goals as well. You couldn't help but notice how focused he was when you were talking, as if he didn't want to let a single word slip past him.

As the alcohol started kicking in more and more you put your legs up to get more comfortable, but it wasn't working that well and Damiano noticed.

"Need some help?" he said and patted his lap. Almost instinctively you put your legs on his lap without even thinking about it.

"Much better, thanks." Was all you said before sipping on your drink again. You didn't get a response and when you looked at him you saw a huge smile plastered on his face.

"What's so funny Italian boy?" you asked, trying to figure out the reason behind his smile.

"I think I can tell you the second reason why I approached you and what I wanted to ask."

"Okay, go ahead."

"Are you single? Or is there some sfigato in the picture?" He asked, brushing his dark hair back with a devilish smirk on his face. This combined with the tattoos, his overall charm and the alcohol in your veins was just more than you could take.

"I'm single, but I've heard you're not." You shot back. You didn't expect to say this, but you could feel where this conversation was turning, and you wanted to be in the clear before you took it any further.

"And who told you that?" He asked back right away but before you could answer he continued "I do but it's complicated and it's not what I wanted to talk about."

His answer confused you, but you didn't want to dig deeper. It was confirmed – he has a girlfriend and although it's unclear what the "complicated" meant, you saw this as a red line you didn't want to cross. You figured it's best to move your legs off of his lap just in case but when you tried to do that, his hand held them down and didn't let you do it.

"Piccola, don't worry, it's fine to sit like this. If it was up to me way more things would be fine, but I do not wish to make you uncomfortable." He said calmly, stroking your legs that he stopped you from removing from his lap moments ago.

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Did this mean that he wanted more than just this minimal physical contact? His electric touch was setting your body on fire and his piercing eyes were genuinely hypnotizing you. Before you realized what you were doing you scooted over closer to him. You were sitting sideways, with your thighs on his lap. He moved one arm and put it behind your back so you could rest on it and the other one, that was caressing your legs some seconds ago was now on your thighs, drawing small circles here and there.

You turned to look at him, closer than you ever thought you'd be and the chemistry and the magnetic pull between you just seemed to increase. His brown eyes sparkled while looking into yours and after a few seconds his hand moved from your thighs to your face, pulling you even closer to him. He turned your face and whispered "Baciami" into your ear, lips brushing your skin ever so slightly. Without even knowing what it meant you turned your face back at him and kissed his lips. He returned the kiss immediately, placing a hand on the back of your neck and deepening it, causing you to moan ever so slightly. You kissed for a short while and then pulled apart.

"I'm glad you know your Italian." He smiled, looking happier than before.

"What do you mean?" you asked confused as you had no idea what he was talking about.

"Well, I asked you to kiss me and you did." Damiano replied.

"Oh, I didn't get that. At least I didn't get the word that you said but I think subconsciously I got it and kissed you, yes." You said shyly.

"Should we test your abilities one more time?" He asked, putting his hand higher and higher on your thigh. "Sei irresistibile. Andiamo al mio hotel, voglio fare l'amore con te."

Before you could answer and ask what it meant he kissed you again and it was clear as day what he meant. You quickly grabbed your phone, Damiano took his things and you left the building, got into a taxi and just minutes later were in his hotel room.

You came in, lips crashing into each other and clothes falling on the floor like you only had this one night left to live. He took off your clothes, leaving you in just your underwear and got naked himself. The sight was definitely one for sore eyes – his body was crafted by gods. He didn't let you enjoy the sight for long though. He picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. Damiano carried you to his bed and laid you down, climbing in between your legs. He started kissing your neck and slowly going down. He knew what he was doing and it was torture.

"Please, Damiano, I need you." Was all you could say while moaning from pleasure.

"I like it when you say my name piccola, where do you want me? Tell me." He said in between kisses. He was leaving marks all over your body and you wouldn't want it any other way.

Instead of telling you took his hand and guided it in between your legs, putting it exactly where you wanted, no, needed, to be touched.

"Oh, look how wet you are already." He purred. Damiano slid off your underwear and with no warning whatsoever started kissing you where it counts. Your moans grew louder and louder, stomach tightening and pleasure growing until you came not long after. He was glad to see that you were pleased and let you unwind for a moment while he took off his underwear too.

What you saw was more than what you expected. Sure, you felt his bulge while making out in the taxi, but the man was packing more that you thought, and you weren't sure you could even take that.

Damiano kissed you again, you could taste yourself on him. While doing that his hand moved between your legs again, rubbing small circles and then putting one and then two fingers in. He slowly pumped to get you down from your last high and to prepare for him. The knot in your lower stomach was tightening quicker than you expected and you wanted to feel him inside of you so you reached down and started working your magic too.

With the first touch of your hand Damiano released a low moan and it was probably the sexiest sound you've heard in your life. You kept up the pace, making him release more noises and eventually aligned him with yourself and gave him a look saying that you needed to feel him from the inside.

Damiano looked right into his eyes when he pushed in, making you feel things that you didn't even know about before. His slow pace eventually turned into a quicker one and your moans filled the room. His touch set your body on fire and it was as if he knew exactly what you wanted him to do. You switched positions a couple of times but when you both could feel that he was about to cum he turned you onto your back again so that he could face you.

You could tell that he was getting ready to pull out but before he could you told him that you're on birth control and it's fine. Once he heard that he sped up his pace, rested on his elbows and reached out to hold your hands, interwining your fingers together. Lips locked and closer that you've ever been with anyone before you came again and he followed quickly after, making you moan for the millionth time thanks to the feeling of his warmth spreading inside of you.

After staying like this for a while he laid next to you on his back, still holding one hand.

"Dolcezza, this was the best night of my life and before you say it – winning the contest isn't what I mean" Damiano said, breaking the silence.

"Mine too." You said. With that you both drifted off to sleep, not even bothering to get a glass of water or shower. It was a long night filled with many unexpected surprises, but you were happier than ever before in your life.