"Here we are." Damon says as he turns the key to the room he'd rented to be alone with Esther. He could have taken him back to his studio, but his small bed and messy interior would make for a poor showing. As the pair stepped in Damon was a little surprised at how nice the whole room was. A soft blue theme to the furniture's upholstery that lay on rich mahogany frames. The bed was king sized and had a canopy with drapes in the same soft blue hue as the rest of the room. Esther spots a small gramophone and wordlessly struts over to it to see what records were available. "Allow me to set the mood, monsieur." he says as he kneels down to inspect the record cabinet. "Set the mood? I'm not sure what you mean." Damon says with a nervous tone, creeping a little closer as he sees Esther rise up again with a record in hand. "Don't think I don't know exactly why we're here alone, mon ami. You're about as subtle as an earthquake." Esther says with a confident smile before starting up the gramophone. That had been the straw that broke the camel's back. Damon stepped directly behind Esther and put his left hand onto his back, allowing it to slowly roam up to Esther's shoulder. His right hand was far bolder, placing itself onto the model's chest as Damon brought his frame closer to him. He could swear he felt a static shock through his body as his made contact with Esther's, his head right next to his ear. "Sure, I'm not subtle.. It means I get what I want, when I want it." Damon uncharacteristically whispers, he didn't feel like his usual self in this moment, but he felt very, very good. Esther lets out a short breath that ended with a laugh. It seemed he'd gotten what he wanted too.
Esther slowly turned himself around as he was held by Damon to face him. Before Damon can even register that he wasn't in control anymore Esther had moved his hands underneath the artist's jaws and brought him in for a deep, sensual kiss. Damon's hands let go of Esther's back, his blood running cold as he felt himself be so sensually touched, his head spinning as in what felt like an instant their lips part and Esther is back to staring at his plaything. "You're so tense. What's the matter?" Esther remarks as his hands travel down to Damon's neck, to his shoulders, which had tightened up considerably. Damon's face was one of total shock, he hadn't expected Esther to be so bold. His hands rest firmly on Esther, the left on his upper arm and his right stroking his cheek. "How are you so.. perfect. How are you in any way real?" Damon asked as his hand wandered behind Esther's neck and he brought him in for another kiss, now on his own terms. His vacant hand eases its way down to Esther's midriff, stroking his unreal curvature. Esther's own hands were far from idle, feeling their way up Damon's strong back. He wasn't any strongman, but for a painter he was well built with lean muscle lining his body. As they disengage once more Esther lets out a breathy moan. "Maybe I'm not real. I might just be a figment of your imagination." the model says with an adorable grin, being interrupted by a sudden shock that made him almost jump. Damon's left hand had made its way down to his rear and instead of fondling it like Esther expected the artist picked him up, holding him against his body as he carried his date towards the bed. "So bold.." Esther whispered into Damon's ear. Both of them had gotten sufficiently excited now, the show was ready to begin.
Damon laid what had now become his lover down onto the bed gingerly, hovering slightly above him as he stared deep into Esther's eyes. He nervously swallows, acting on pure instinct as he straightened himself up, starting to undo his tie. Esther giggles as he gets comfortable on his back, his hands trailing up to his ascot as he untied it and tossed it aside. Damon follows suit with his neckwear, letting the tie fall to the floor as the buttons to his vest come undone. He could feel his heart beat faster, he recognized this emotion from when he first slept with someone. The nervous anticipation, the anxiety to perform, the uncertainty of not knowing if what he was getting himself into would be smart in the long term. The dominating feeling in his chest however was lust, deep and pure lust that made him ashamed to be alive, but crave what was before him all the more. He'd never have described himself as someone that desired this sort of thing with other men but he was finding out a lot of things about himself tonight it seemed. He pulls his shirt off and lets it fall to the floor. Esther moves to unbutton his blouse. "No, allow me." Damon demands with a steely look, one that made Esther smile in surprise. "Do as you please, mon cheri, I am yours." he breathes out as he places a finger onto the corner of his mouth, opening it slightly as he couldn't keep his excited laughter in. That word distinction did not fly past Damon at all. He recognized the shift from being called 'my friend' to 'my darling' and it caused his chest to tighten. He dove back in, climbing onto the bed and placing his hands directly on Esther's blouse.
