Loved in the Dark: Chapter 2

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‎Eli’s palm lingered at Damien’s lower back as he stepped aside, placing the plate down on the counter behind him. But even as he did, his body stayed close, the warmth of him pressing into Damien’s bare skin.

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‎Before Damien could shift away, Eli’s hand slipped around to the front — slow, deliberate — fingers curling possessively around Damien’s length.

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‎The sharp intake of breath that left Damien's mouth was immediate, his body reacting before his mind caught up. His cock stirred to life in Eli’s grip, hardened by nothing more than the weight of Eli’s palm and the way his thumb dragged along the sensitive underside with maddening control. Unconsciously Damien thrust his hips forward.

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‎“Still sore…” Eli mused, his voice brushing Damien's ear, low and dark, “but not too sore for this, hmm?”

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‎Damien's head tipped back against Eli's shoulder, his breath catching as heat pooled low in his abdomen. His body betrayed him, every nerve alight under Eli’s touch, his cock thickening in the firm grip without hesitation.

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‎“You—” Damien started, but Eli's hand squeezed just enough to steal the words from his throat.

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‎“All my fault, I know,” Eli whispered, pressing a kiss to Damien's temple, his other arm anchoring Damien back against him. His hand never stopped its slow, calculated stroking — possessive, teasing, entirely in control.

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‎Damien’s hands clenched at the counter's edge as his knees wobbled, heat curling through him like fire licking along his spine.

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‎Eli chuckled, deep and satisfied. “And I’ll be your problem all over again in about thirty seconds, sweetheart.” “Now eat up.”

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‎His smirk was slow and cruel—the kind that said he knew exactly what Damien was feeling. Exactly how hard it was to eat while his cock was massaged that way.

‎“You’re not eating,” Eli drawled, voice smooth and low.

‎Damien swallowed hard, gripping his fork tighter. “Trying to,” he muttered.

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‎Eli pressed his own bulging cock into Damien's ass, his hands gripping his baby's hips. He leaned down until his mouth was by Damien’s ear. “You’re shaking,” he whispered. “Is that because you’re still sore? Or because you want me again?”

‎Damien inhaled sharply. His thighs pressed together instinctively, but Eli’s knee nudged them apart.

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‎“That’s what I thought.”

‎Eli’s fingers slid under Damien’s chin, Straining his neck to look over his head at him. His eyes were dark, commanding.

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‎“You act so soft,” Eli murmured, “but you like being handled, don’t you?”

‎Damien’s breath caught.

‎“You like when I don’t ask. When I bend you over, fuck you and make you forget your name.”

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‎He reached up to Damien's chest and pulled at the nipples, manipulating it and alternating between the left and right buds, he then reached between Damien’s thighs again, possessive and firm, stroking just enough to make Damien tense as he put a forkful of eggs in his mouth, a low sound catching in his throat.

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‎Then, without warning, Eli gripped Damien’s waist and pulled him up from the stool, spinning him to face the counter. He lifted Damien easily, half-seating him on the cool marble, the rest of his body arched off the edge. Damien’s breath hitched again—his back arched, legs barely supported.

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‎Eli stood between them now, pinning Damien with his stare.

‎“You really think I’m going to let you leave this kitchen without showing you what I do to things that are mine?”

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‎He leaned in, kissing Damien roughly, his hands roaming like they had every right to explore—because they did. He leaned into Damien's neck and caught the skin between his teeth, sucking on it with intensity causing Dame's moan to come out loud along with ragged breaths indicating how aroused he was. Eli tugged Damien’s thighs wider, controlling the moment, commanding his breath, his whimpers, his entire body.

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‎Damien didn’t fight it. He never really could—not when Eli looked at him like that. Not when submission tasted like safety and danger all at once.

‎Eli raised Damien's leg and asked Damien to hold his legs close to his head while Eli supported the weight partly. The sight of Damien's gaping hole caused the lust in Eli's eyes to become more evident.

‎Eli spat into the twitching hole and in his hand then palmed his cock, he positioned himself and eased himself in, groaning and grunting.

‎“Fuck....tight and hungry just the way I love. I fucking love your hole Dame, the way it swallows me up is just beautiful.” He repeats the action—he slips out completely and thrusts back in. Damien moaned shakily and whimpered at the deliberate slowness of Eli.

‎“More Daddy.....please more,” Dame whimpered.

‎Eli increased the pace of his thrust. One hand gripping Dame's hip and the other exploring his body. He wrapped the hand around Damien's neck temporarily cutting off his baby boy's air supply and then leaned down and kissed him hungrily. Tongue meeting tongue and his teeth catching Dame's lip and drawing a bit of blood because his baby couldn't take so much pain.

‎He leaned back and wrapped his hands around Damien's cock and began pumping it. Damien had long let go of his legs and gripped the edge of the counter, desperately looking for what to hold onto. Eli let go of his cock and stretched his hand to the plate of food long forgotten and took a bit of the eggs and shoved it in Damien's mouth.

‎“You like having your ass full. I want to see you with your mouth filled with actual food and your ass filled with my cock. I want to see your struggle and your moans—Pure music to my ears baby.”

‎Damien moans were cut short as he tried to swallow the food in his mouth and not moan from the sensations he was currently feeling.

‎“Daddy, I want to cum, please let me cum,” he said after he swallowed the food successfully.

‎Eli obviously impressed wrapped his hands around Damien's cock and began pumping him faster.

‎“Okay baby, Daddy's going to fulfil your desire and let you cum, after all you've been a good boy.”

‎Damien whimpered as his orgasm built and when Eli pressed his thumb to the slit of his dick he shot his load all over Eli's hand and some spraying all over his stomach and chest and even the marble counter.

‎A minute later Eli shot his load in Damien's ass and pulled out, watching his seed slip out of his hole.

‎Eli pulled him up to stand and he clung to Eli, eyes wide, lips parted, trembling under the weight of being wanted exactly the way he was.