Flesh and Blood

Chapter 10 - It's Just a Little Death, Babe

It was like the Renaissance. Luke wasn't really sure why the period of cultural rebirth in Europe was the first thing that popped up in his mind, but it was the closest that described how he felt. It was like he was discovering something hidden and ancient, something that had always been there, but he never bothered to find it until now.

It was Damien that found it, really. He was the one who did all the work. He was the one who pushed him back to the bed and kissed him until he felt like his lips were swollen. He was the one who slid his hands underneath his shirt and made him wish he wasn't wear jeans, or anything at all.

And as if Damien could read his mind, he pulled off Luke's shirt and threw it aside. Then he started kissing his neck, his shoulder, his chest, and leaving a scrambled mess of bruises and bite marks across his body.

He shouldn't have liked it. He knew that after every kiss, every suck, every bite, Damien wanted to linger a little longer, to bite a little harder. He was very well aware of what Damien could do to him, but he didn't care, he was enjoying himself too much.

Well, he was until Damien started to tease him. He never knew how sensitive his nipples were until Damien starting toying around with them with his tongue. His heavy pants gradually became pained grunts with every lick, swirl, and nip.

Once again, he wished he wasn't wearing anything at all.

And once again, Damien seemed to know exactly what Luke wanted.

He unzipped Luke's jeans and started to stroke the bulge underneath his boxers. It ached underneath the tight layers of clothes, and the sensation of stroking seemed to stave off some of that throbbing pain, but it ultimately left Luke aching for more.

Luke tried to move his hips, to thrust against Damien's hands, but Damien shoved him back down with his other hand. His hands, oh god, his hands.

Luke was about to speak, hell, he was about to beg, but thankfully, Damien stopped fooling around with Luke and started pulling down his jeans.

Luke watched him attentively as Damien slowly slid his hands down his thighs and moved his lips around his bulge. Luke could already feel himself leaking at the sight of it and he had to lean back and close his eyes to keep himself from completely losing it. It was the slowest, the longest, blowjob of his life, with Damien teasing the head, then slowly licking down the base, and then moving his lips steadily down the entirety of it. Luke didn't think he would survive the whole ordeal, but it ended up being the best blowjob of his life. He didn't even mind when Damien kissed him afterwards.

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It seemed like it had been several hours since they last spoke. Technically it had been several hours, if Luke counted the very few hours of sleep that they got, but a significant portion of those several hours was spent wide awake, not speaking at all. And he couldn't really count the moans, the grunts, and the whimpers as anything remotely similar to speaking.

So when Luke woke up after those few hours of sleeping, with his back pressed against Damien's chest, and his ass nestled against Damien's crotch, he was quite surprised to hear a low, quiet voice next to his ear.

"You haven't been fucked before."

Luke wasn't sure if that was a question or a statement. Either way, it left him unsettled, along with the fact that Damien had finally spoken a full-length sentence to him.

"I've had sex before—"

"That's not what I was saying. You haven't been fucked before."

"Oh, no, I haven't."

There was a long pause, as Damien shifted around behind him.

"You want me to fuck you?"