The excitement of being in a new place kept me awake, mingling with the cacophony of sounds from the city below us. Horns blared and sirens wailed, creating a constant urban symphony. Damien, who never sleeps, simply cuddled up next to me throughout the night. I enjoyed the sensation of his muscles against mine; it made me feel safe and secure. Together, we lay in silence, surrounded by the comforting ambience of our cozy abode. The interior was tastefully decorated with numerous plants, creating a harmonious blend of nature and civilization. The soft glow of city lights bathed our skin, casting a tranquil atmosphere over our shared space.

As I begin to feel the weight of my guilt, I break the silence. "Damien, I'm sorry for how I acted today. I guess I just feel so much towards you and worry that you won't be with me forever."

Damien begins to rub my chest with his arm that is wrapped around the back of my neck as we lay together. "It's okay, baby. I understand. As long as we are both breathing, we will be together. I promise," he replies.

I move my body closer to Damien as a gesture of appreciation for him and how he is with me. We both shift back into silence, just admiring the moment and the futures we both share. It must be boring for Damien to stay awake while I sleep for hours, just lying next to me without moving at all. He is the most selfless person I have ever met. I think that's why I felt so strongly towards Damien so early on. I keep thinking back to the events at the cabin and how those events shaped where Damien and I are at now.

I think I should try finding a hobby or work or something. I believe being sheltered inside is not going to do any good for me or Damien. With all the issues Damien and I have run into throughout our time together, I should look into taking some fighting classes. It would not only better myself but also prepare me for anything that may come up down the road. Damien is so skilled in combat, and seeing him fight and his pure strength is humbling. While my powers have luckily saved me from most situations thus far, I need to become better. I can be better; my power paired up with well-rounded fighting training could ensure my own safety in the long run and actually contribute to a fight when something comes up. It might also be a good place to make some friends considering I'm new here and Olivia can't exactly come out here and visit. I think I should go for it.

I slowly calm my mind and begin to drift asleep, surrounded by the comfort of Damien's touch.

**Time skip 6 hours**

"I don't remember. Did you hear what I was chanting?"

"No, but it almost sounded like the ancient angel language in a way," Damien replies.

"Odd. Maybe I'll check out some books later on it and see if I can figure out anything," I suggest.

Damien nods.

"So, chef, do you mind making me some coffee?" I say in a teasing tired tone.

"Of course, love. I spotted a Starbucks down the road. I'll stop there until we can do some grocery shopping," Damien replies.

He stands up, and I watch from the bed as he gets dressed. I admire his back muscles; he was so confident, and I liked that he didn't mind getting nude in front of me—it was for my own benefit. Damien has seen me naked so many times, but I'm still quite self-conscious about my body unless we are having sex, then it feels fine. He puts on a black dress shirt and some jeans. I usually see him dressed casually, so he looks fine as hell seeing him all dressed up.

"Damn, you look hot in a button-up," I say.

Damien turns, smiling at me. "Yeah? You like it?"

"Hell yes, I like it."

"Well, maybe I have to dress like this more for you."

"Please do."

Damien walks over to my side of the bed and kisses my forehead gently.

"I'll be right back, gonna grab the coffee you wanted."

I reach my hand out as he begins to walk off and look at him with puppy eyes. 

I hear the ding from the elevator door and hear it close behind him. With Damien gone for a few, I figured I haven't talked to Olivia in a while and should probably let her know where I am so she doesn't freak out. I pull out my phone and dial her number.

It doesn't take long before she answers. "Hey, what's up?" Olivia says.

"I wanted to let you know I bought a condo in demon territory, and I have been classified as a demon now."

"Oh. About that, Theo, some really mean guys showed up from The Eye, saying they were watching me, and if I contacted you, I would be in some trouble. I love you, Theo, and I'm glad you are happy and okay, but we need to be careful. Things are really tense right now with the protesters turning into riots, and I think we should stay away from each other."

I didn't even know what to say to that. I mean, Olivia, I didn't think gave a fuck about anything or any rules. I can imagine she is scared off because of The Eye paying a visit, but I always thought she would be more loyal to me than this. I knew me choosing demon would mean I would have a different life, but I didn't expect to be losing my best friend so soon. She meant the world to me for so long, and now she's saying we can't talk or be around each other anymore. It's bullshit.

I nervously replied, "Uh, okay, I understand."

"Theo, wait, stop! Don't let it be like this."

"No, it's fine, really. I have to go now. Bye," I said, hanging up.

My eyes begin to fill with tears. She was so supportive, and I just never imagined her to be scared off so easily. I would do anything to help her if she ever did get into any legal trouble. I am so sick of this shit with The Eye, and I'm beginning to wonder if maybe I should join the protest against it. I'm glad I have Damien around in my life, but I'm so upset that my only friend is being pulled away from me because fucking The Eye can't stay out of my personal life. I'm so sick of them separating people and pretending like it's normal. People—I have no doubt—would live in peace today, all species together, but no, The Eye wants full control over the people. I'm gonna fucking burn The Eye to the ground if it's the last thing I do.

I open my phone, tears still rolling down my face in anger and sadness from what just happened with Olivia. I have not been on social media at all since before me and Damien went to the cabin. I open my inbox, and I see many people who were saying how I inspired them to love openly. I found one with a black profile; I knew the protesters had to have tried to reach me. I open it, and it reads:

"Hello Theo, we are calling ourselves The Fold, a protesting organization. We know your story; you have sparked the revolution to end our segregation and suppression. We want you to join us. We call ourselves The Fold because we want to disable The Eye, and how do you make The Eyes not work with a blindfold? We could use your help and Damien's too. Reach out to us when you can."

I begin to type out my reply, "Hello, I am ready to help your cause. I was being hunted and harassed by The Eye, so it has been hard to be on social media. I wish to join you; they have taken my friend away from me, and I'm tired of it. When can we meet?"

I push send.

I look at the messages for a second, and I hear the elevator ding, and Damien walking into the room. I quickly close Instagram, where I was messaging The Fold; I think it's too early to bring anything up to Damien.

"Here is a caramel iced coffee for you."

Standing up, still emotional, I felt a surge of determination. I craved justice, especially against The Eye, not Olivia. Revenge burned within me, a fire fueled by my desire for retribution. As I changed into fresh clothes, opting for comfort in joggers and a plain white T-shirt, I glanced at the mirror in the corner. My eyes were red and swollen from crying, but I wiped away the tears, steeling myself for what lay ahead. How could this have happened? I was more powerful than any of those bastards, and I could take them down in an instant. My sadness quickly morphed into rage, the demon side of myself asserting dominance, especially in the company of those like Damien.

Exiting the bedroom, I joined Damien in the living room, his hand resting gently on my leg.

"You okay, love?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Yeah, I'll survive. Maybe I should try to make some new friends here," I replied, my voice tinged with determination. "I was thinking last night about finding a trainer to teach me how to fight. It could be a way to meet new people. If I'm going to live here, I need to try to be a part of things."

"I think that's a good idea," Damien responded, his support giving me a sense of reassurance. "Bettering yourself and making friends is never a bad thing."

We both sit in silence for a while, the weight of uncertainty about the future heavy on my mind. Everything feels upended, and I have no idea what lies ahead. Eventually, Damien joins me, sipping his coffee quietly. I find solace in leaning my head against him, seeking comfort in his presence. The future seems daunting; I'm not sure how long our finances will hold up, and the thought of having to fend for myself indefinitely weighs heavily on me.

Then, an email notification interrupts the silence. It's the confirmation of our ownership of the penthouse, complete with details about parking, amenities like the swimming pool and gym, and other key features. I show the email to Damien, and he responds with encouragement.

"Hey, look at that. You own the place now," he says.

"It's our place, Damien. My name might be on the title, but this is your home too," I reply, wanting him to know that he's an integral part of my life and my plans for the future.

Of course, Theo. I'll always be here for you, you know that," Damien reassures me.

I nod in response, feeling a sense of relief. It's important for him to understand that I rely on him, especially now when he's practically all I have left in this world. Despite the awkwardness we've experienced recently, I need him more than ever. I can't even fathom how difficult things would be without him by my side. I glance out the window, observing the bustling city below, and a sudden longing for adventure washes over me. Despite feeling exhausted from the events of the past few days, I crave a simple, innocent adventure, just exploring the city.

"Could we go out and maybe walk to the grocery store, Damien? I want to see more of the city," I suggest.

"Yeah, of course. Do you want to go right now?" he responds.

"Yeah, if you're up for it," I say.

"Let's go, then," Damien agrees, and I feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of exploring with him.

We make our way to the elevator, and it takes a minute to arrive. One downside of living in this penthouse condo on the top floor is that the elevator seems to take forever. We could use the staircase behind the metal door, but with over 80 flights of stairs, it's more of an emergency exit than a practical option. Damien grabs my hand as the elevator door opens, and we step inside. He clicks the button for the lobby.

I notice a camera in the elevator, and it dawns on me why there are no access codes. Someone, probably the front desk lady we met the other day, must press a button to let us in. It's an old-fashioned security measure, but I appreciate the charm of the building. It's clearly pre-war and stands out like a beacon of hope amid the dark, gothic architecture of the city. It's a stark contrast to the preferences of demons, who likely favor the gloomy aesthetic reminiscent of hell.

As the elevator doors slide open, we're greeted by the familiar sight of the lobby and the friendly face of the woman at the desk. She turns to us and offers a warm smile.

"Damien and Theo, congrats on purchasing the penthouse. I hope you guys settle in well. If you need anything, give the lobby a call, and I or someone else will be happy to help you," she says.

"Thanks, Tamayo. We appreciate it," Damien replies with a nod.

Damien had a knack for remembering names, which amazed me, considering the countless people he must have encountered over the years. I had already forgotten her name until Damien said it. Remembering names seemed to be Damien's forte; he absorbed details about people effortlessly. I couldn't help but wonder about Damien—how old he really was, if he ever celebrated birthdays. I followed him absentmindedly through the city sidewalks.

"Do you know your birthday?" I finally asked.

"No, in hell. I used to try to celebrate it every year, then it became every thousand. Eventually, I forgot and simply gave up on trying," he replied.

"So you're over a thousand years old?"

"Yes. What about you? I don't think I've ever asked. How rude of me," he chuckled.

"I turn twenty in September, on the 16th," I answered.

"Ah, so I'll be sure to keep an eye out and get you something. It's coming up in less than a month. Glad you brought it up. I forget sometimes. Age and time for us demons and angels become irrelevant," he remarked. 

"So, do you think I will age, or will I be like you?" I ask Damien.

"It's hard to say. I don't know. You're the first Theo of your kind. I highly doubt you will age, given that your father injects himself with similar stuff that made you, and he doesn't age. Granted, he has to take regular doses, but he doesn't possess any abilities," Damien explains.

"That's true," I acknowledge.

"Well, if you do begin to age, I could always turn you. I am the creator of vampires, after all," Damien jokes.

"Wait, seriously? So, the vampire stories and stuff are also true?" I inquire, feeling a mix of surprise and excitement, I thought he was joking the last time he brought it up.

"Yes, of course. They are all stories that came from some form of truth," Damien confirms.

"I have so many questions, I don't even know where to begin," I admit.

Our conversation piques my curiosity, and I feel like I have a lot to learn from Damien. His abilities include sensing emotions, reading thoughts, and even turning vampires. I, on the other hand, am still unsure of my own capabilities. I know I can control people like puppets, making them mindless and obedient to my every word. I can also kill with physical contact, causing them to bleed out. But I have a feeling there's more to what I can do.

We approach a store with piles and piles of books visible through the window. Damien stops walking and gazes at the display, silently indicating that he wants to go in.

"Didn't you want to get a book on ancient angel language?" I remind him.

"Oh, yeah. Let's go in," he agrees.

As we step inside the small store, a bell attached to the door rings. It's a quaint little shop, and I find myself imagining owning something similar—it would feel comfortable. A man, dressed like he's out of touch with the century, pops out from a room behind the register. The store's interior is adorned with small lights hanging from the ceiling, and refurbished wood seems to be used for just about everything. The whole place smells old, like history; it gives me a sense of nostalgia, akin to visiting a museum.

"Hello, welcome in! Can I help you find anything?" the man asks.

"Uhh, yes. I'm looking for a book on ancient angel language and maybe a book on angel and demon abilities," I reply.

"Ahh, yes, I believe I have all of those. Just a minute," he says before disappearing behind the door again. The sight of him frantically searching in the back is a bit amusing; it seems like he has more books than he can handle or keep track of. I shoot Damien a look of bewilderment, and he smiles back at me.

The man returns to the counter with all three books in hand, and I step forward, with Damien close behind me.

"Here you are. These are some hard-to-find books; you came to the right place. It's going to be 800 dollars for all three," the man says.

"I'll take them," I reply.

"Go ahead and tap your card," he says, pushing the pin pad forward on the counter.

I tap my phone above the screen, and the man begins to wrap the old books in tissue paper and bags them up for me. He hands over the bags, and I take them in one hand while grabbing Damien's hand in the other.

"Thank you. Come back if you need anything else," the man says.

Smiling, Damien and I turn toward the door and make our way back to the sidewalk. A bit of retail therapy was exactly what I needed today. I feel good getting out of the house, seeing new places, and new people. It feels refreshing. Holding Damien's hand openly in public also feels great, like saying, "Yeah, here we are, and what?" Damien looks content as well, which makes me feel even better.

"What do you want for dinner so I can figure out what we need to get?" Damien says as we continue down the street. 

"I'm feeling like spaghetti with some meatballs would be so good. Maybe with some red wine as well," Damien suggests.

"Yeah, we can do that," I agree.

As we continue down the sidewalk toward what looks like a grocery store ahead, I observe people socializing in groups, reminiscing about past events with Olivia. I reflect on the few people I have in my life and the importance of loyalty. I don't need a large group; I just need a few individuals who will stand by me, even if it means defying authority. I try to push these thoughts aside, not wanting to dwell on them and upset myself.

We come to a stop at the crosswalk, waiting for the signal to cross, when a loud and boisterous group approaches behind us. Damien and I exchange knowing glances, sensing trouble on the horizon.

"Oh, look what do we have here, some Homos. Aw, how sweet," one of the guys sneers, pointing at me and Damien's intertwined hands.

"Shut the fuck up before I make you," Damien retorts, his voice dripping with menace.

I squeeze Damien's hand tightly, silently urging him to ignore the provocation.

"Oh, my bad, I forgot you faggots are sensitive," the guy taunts, his words like venom.

Unable to tolerate the insult any longer, Damien releases my hand and delivers a swift punch to the offender's chest, sending him crashing to the ground. Another assailant lunges at Damien, and they engage in a frenzied struggle. Meanwhile, the third aggressor brandishes a blade, advancing menacingly toward Damien.

With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I drop my bags and rush toward the knife-wielding assailant, fueled by a surge of anger. As I confront him, a searing sensation grips my hand, and I instinctively grab his wrist. He cries out in pain as the white flames erupt from my palm, leaving blistering burns in their wake. The acrid stench of burning flesh fills the air as I press my other hand against his face, searing his skin.

The other attackers pause, momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events, as I stand there, consumed by a mix of fury and fear. Damien rushes to my side, pulling me away from the scene before it escalates further.

"Go the fuck away or I will kill you all in a split second," I growl at them, my voice laced with venom. They scramble away like frightened animals, leaving behind the man clutching his burns in agony.

Damien swiftly turns me around, his grip firm as he examines my wrists. I wince as he inspects the burn marks on my palms, the pain akin to needles stabbing my skin. While my burns were not as severe as the man I scorched, they still throbbed with discomfort. His burns were far worse, the skin around them darkened to a sickening hue.

"Oh, Theo, I'll have to get you some stuff for that," Damien murmurs, concern evident in his voice.

"It's okay. Those assholes had it coming," I reply, forcing a smile to reassure him

"I've never seen anyone summon a white flame. It's always red, yellow, or orange, but never white," Damien remarks, his tone tinged with curiosity.

"They say the white flame is the hottest, so I just figured it would hurt them more," I explain, my voice revealing a hint of determination.

Damien looks at me with concern, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Well, let's get to the store," he suggests, taking charge.

He gathers up the bags containing the books and urges me down the sidewalk towards the store. As we enter, the uncomfortably bright lights assault our senses. The pharmacy is located directly to the right at the front of the store. Damien wastes no time in hurrying me over, where he grabs some burn relief ointment. Without hesitation, he applies it to the palms of my hands. The cold sensation brings a comforting relief to the burn, dulling the pain. He then takes a wrap and carefully bandages my hand, leaving just my fingers exposed.

"Thanks." I say.

"Of course, gotta take care of my baby," Damien says, his tone affectionate.

He gathers up the packages of the items he's chosen.

"I'll go grab what I need. Wait here if you want," he suggests.

I nod in agreement.

Damien strides off purposefully, his determination evident in his movements. Left alone at the front of the store, I feel a bit awkward, trying to avoid making eye contact with passersby. It's uncomfortable, especially considering that most of the other patrons are demons, and I stick out like a sore thumb. I don't want to offend anyone by staring, but it's hard not to feel out of place in this unfamiliar environment.

After a while, I spot Damien approaching a register with a basket he must have found in an aisle. He's loaded it with various items, including cooking pans that I had forgotten we needed. It dawns on me that we lacked many household essentials, and Damien, with his foresight, had covered the bases in ways I hadn't even considered. Slowly, I make my way over to him, seeking the comfort of his presence. As I approach, he greets me with a smile, and together we start placing the items on the belt.

Glancing down at the assortment Damien selected, I notice lube, a Bluetooth-enabled vibrating cock ring, and some rope. It's clear he has something wild planned.

"Damien, what's all this for?" I inquire, trying to hide my curiosity.

"You know what they're for. I got them for some fun later," he replies, his smile mischievous.

Feeling slightly awkward, I place the items on the register belt, aware that the cashier is scanning each one. As we move closer to the register, anticipation builds, knowing those items are about to be revealed. Finally, the cashier scans the cock ring, then the rope, and then the lube. She sighs audibly and looks up at us, her expression a mix of curiosity and judgment

"Okay, your total is $150," the cashier announces.

Before Damien can reach for his wallet, I swiftly place my card on the pin pad.

"Alright, all set. Bye," the cashier bids us farewell.

Grabbing our bags, we begin to walk away, but Damien has other plans.

"No, not so fast, Theo. Come this way with me," he insists, tugging at my arm.

"Um, okay," I reply, slightly puzzled.

I follow him as he leads us into the bathroom. Despite its cleanliness, I can't help but feel a twinge of discomfort being in a public restroom. Damien pulls out the box containing the cock ring from one of the bags, shutting the stall door behind us, enclosing us both in the privacy of the large men's bathroom stall.

"Drop your pants."

"Damien, I really don't want to do this in a public bathroom," I protest.

"Trust me, just do it," he insists.

Reluctantly, I comply, untying my joggers and letting them fall to the floor. Damien wastes no time, pulling my boxers down to reveal my soft cock. As he stretches the cock ring open and slides it onto me, I feel a tightness settle around my shaft, the pulsing sensation already beginning to course through me. Once he releases it, the ring constricts snugly, eliciting a surprised gasp from me.

Damien chuckles at my reaction, quickly reassembling my clothing and tying my joggers back up. With a few taps on his phone, the vibrating sensation kicks in, catching me off guard and prompting a moan to escape my lips. I shoot Damien a glare, irritated by his amusement.

"Damien, take this thing off me," I demand.

"No can do, love. You're going to have some fun with it. You'll be wearing it for the rest of the night, including the walk home," he replies, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

With a resigned sigh, I concede defeat. "Fine, let's go."

Exiting the bathroom, I quicken my pace, eager to leave the embarrassing episode behind me. But Damien has other plans, pressing the button once again just as we approach the store's exit. Instantly, the vibrating sensation resumes, overwhelming me with pleasure that I struggle to contain. A strangled moan escapes my lips, echoing through the quiet store and drawing the attention of cashiers and customers alike. Heat floods my cheeks as I hastily cover my groin, desperately trying to conceal the undeniable evidence of my arousal.

With an air of smug satisfaction, Damien observes my discomfort, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. Ignoring my protests, he saunters beside me as we step out onto the bustling sidewalk.

"Damien, that was so awkward," I hiss, my embarrassment palpable.

"So? You seemed to be enjoying yourself," he retorts, an unrepentant smirk playing on his lips.

Frustration bubbles within me, but beneath it lies a simmering excitement, a promise of payback lingering in the air between us.

"I'll get even with you for this one of these days," I vow, determination lacing my words.

"Can't wait," Damien replies, his cocky demeanor only fueling my resolve as we disappear into the throngs of the city, the unspoken challenge between us hanging heavy in the air.

As we stride down the familiar sidewalk, my heart pounds with nervous anticipation, every step bringing us closer to the lobby where Damien holds the power to ignite a rush of pleasure within me. The thought sends shivers of excitement down my spine, mingling with a hint of apprehension.

Arriving at the lobby unscathed by the Damien's lack of activating the vibrating cock ring, I breathe a sigh of relief, my nerves still tingling with the unspent energy of anticipation. Once we make our way to the elevator and the doors close. Damien's shifts back to the camera, shielding me from prying eyes, he flicks on the vibrating, and a wave of overwhelming pleasure washes over me like a tidal wave, rendering me powerless in its wake.

Damien's skilled hands find my throbbing erection through the fabric of my joggers, sending bolts of ecstasy coursing through my veins. I lean into his touch, craving more of the intoxicating pleasure he effortlessly delivers. Moans of pleasure escape my lips, the sensation of impending release tantalizingly close.

His lips meet mine in a searing kiss, igniting a firestorm of desire within me as he whispers promises of ecstasy into my ear. The intensity of his touch, combined with his sultry words, pushes me to the brink of climax, the tingling warmth of impending release coursing through my veins.

"I'm going to make you feel so good later," Damien murmurs, his voice dripping with seduction, stoking the flames of my desire to a fever pitch.

But just as I'm on the precipice of ecstasy, Damien abruptly halts the vibrating sensation, leaving me hanging on the edge of release. Despite the sudden cessation, my longing for more remains unabated as we step into the sanctuary of the condo, the promise of untold pleasure lingering in the air between us.

Damien's suggests to watch TV while he cooks sounds appealing, but the noise from the kitchen soon becomes too distracting. I find myself drawn to him, craving his presence and the promise of intimacy that hangs between us like a charged current.

As I settle onto one of the chairs at the kitchen counter, I watch Damien with rapt attention, mesmerized by the fluidity of his movements and the confidence with which he navigates the culinary space. His concentration is palpable, his focus solely on the task at hand, and I can't help but admire his dedication to creating something delicious for us to enjoy.

The minutes tick by, each passing second bringing us closer to the moment when we'll share a meal together. I can almost taste the anticipation in the air, a heady mixture of hunger and desire that leaves me feeling breathless with anticipation.

Finally, Damien presents me with a steaming plate of food and a makeshift wine glass filled with red liquid. Despite the unconventional vessel, I appreciate the gesture, grateful for his efforts to make our evening special.

As we sit side by side at the counter, I'm overcome by a sense of closeness, the space between us narrowing until it feels like there's no distance left to bridge. I take a sip of the wine, the unexpected vibration from the cock ring catching me off guard and nearly causing me to choke on my drink.

I shoot Damien a playful glare, a mixture of amusement and annoyance dancing in my eyes. Despite the mishap, I can't help but smile at his mischievous expression, grateful for the moments of lightheartedness that punctuate our shared experiences.

"shit sorry didn't know you had taken a drink. I will stop for now at least."

As I savor the flavor of the perfectly cooked meatballs, I sense Damien's gaze fixed on me.

"Man, I wish it was my meaty balls in your mouth right now," Damien says with a mischievous grin.

His comment catches me off guard, and I burst into laughter, nearly choking on my food in the process. Damien's smile widens at my reaction, clearly pleased with himself for eliciting such a response.

The spaghetti Damien prepared was an exquisite blend of flavors, each bite a tantalizing mix of spicy and salty that left me craving more. With each forkful, I savored the delicious dish until I had polished off every last bit. Damien watched with satisfaction as I enjoyed his culinary creation, his own meal proceeding at a more leisurely pace.

"You certainly seemed to enjoy that," Damien remarked, a playful glint in his eyes as he observed my swift consumption.

"It was amazing," I replied with a grin, thoroughly impressed by his cooking skills.

"Now that you've finished your meal, are you ready for the real fun to begin?" Damien teased, his voice dripping with anticipation.

A surge of excitement coursed through me at his words, and I responded eagerly, "Absolutely. I can't wait to see what you have in store for me."

With a mischievous grin, Damien rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his toned forearms. His commanding tone sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine as he instructed me to stand up, signaling the start of our evening's adventure.

Damien's gaze roams over my exposed torso, his eyes filled with admiration and desire as he lifts my shirt off. I feel a rush of anticipation coursing through me as he bends down, pressing kisses just below my belly button, his lips leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. His touch on my nipple sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine, the sensation both tantalizing and arousing.

With eager hands, Damien begins to untie my joggers, his movements deliberate and filled with anticipation. I can feel the tension building within me, my arousal reaching new heights with each passing moment. The thought of finally being alone with Damien after a day of teasing and edging in public fuels my desire even further, my body yearning for his touch.

As Damien pulls my joggers down, my cock pointing at Damien, hard and erect within my boxers, eager for his attention. His smile at the sight of my arousal only adds to my excitement, and as he slowly removes my boxers, revealing my throbbing cock to him in all its glory, I feel a sense of relief wash over me. The cold air against my exposed skin heightens my anticipation, signaling the imminent release of the tension that has been building up inside me all day.

Damien's touch sends shivers down my spine as he traces the tip of his thumb along my sensitive shaft, wiping away the pre-cum I hadn't even noticed. "That's so hot. I got you real horny, didn't I? That's a good amount of pre-cum," he observes.

His words fuel my desire even more, his evident attraction and concern for my pleasure igniting a fierce longing within me. I ache to surrender completely to the pleasure he offers, craving the release only he can provide.

"Go ahead and sit down. I'll be right back," Damien commands, his tone firm yet enticing.

His assertiveness only adds to the intensity of the moment, his gentle demeanor contrasting with his commanding presence, and I willingly obey, eager for whatever pleasure he has in store for me next.

I eagerly await Damien's return, my naked form seated on the chair, my hard cock showing no signs of diminishing arousal. Damien comes back with the lube and a rope he picked up from the store.

"Hands behind you," he instructs, moving behind me to tie my wrists together. "Too tight?"

"No, it's good," I reply, eager for whatever Damien has in store.

"How's your hand feeling, by the way, baby?" he asks, shifting to the front of me.

"Good, better after you put the burn cream on," I assure him.

Damien nods and proceeds to tie my ankles to the front legs of the chair, then secures my waist, holding me completely in place.

"Alright, you ready?" he inquires, his voice dripping with anticipation.

"Yes, please," I plead, my erection standing proud, yearning for Damien's touch.

"Good boy," he murmurs approvingly, before indulging me in the pleasure I so desperately crave.

He turns on the vibrating function of the cock ring, setting it to pulse mode. The alternating sensations drive me wild, each pulse feeling like Damien's lips teasing the back of my cock. It sends tingles of pleasure coursing through me, bringing me tantalizingly close to orgasm yet keeping it just out of reach. Damien walks over to the balcony door, opening it wide, and then returns to me with purpose. He grabs the chair I'm bound to and drags it to the edge of the balcony, leaving me fully exposed to anyone below.

"What if someone sees?" I question nervously.

"Then they'll get quite the show," Damien replies with a mischievous grin.

The wind brushes against my exposed shaft, heightening the sensation of the continuous pulsing from the cock ring. I begin to moan uncontrollably, desperate for more but restrained by the chair. I try to move, to writhe in pleasure, but I'm held in place, adding to the intense frustration building within me. Damien opens a container of lube and pours an excessive amount over my throbbing cock, the coldness of the liquid sending shivers down my spine.

"Damien, it's cold," I protest.

"Let me warm it up for you," he responds, his voice laced with desire.

Damien grips my cock firmly, his hand tighter than usual, a sensation that feels both tight and intensely pleasurable. As he slowly moves his hand down my shaft, the tight grip and the longing for a faster pace cause me to release a loud moan. I try to push my hips forward, craving more stimulation. Damien notices my struggle and smiles contentedly, knowing he has me completely at his mercy. He releases his grip, leaving me with only the residual sensation of his touch and the vibrating toy teasing me relentlessly. I squirm, almost on the brink of orgasm, but unable to reach it.

"God, look at those veins, they're bulging so hard right now," Damien remarks, observing my aroused state.

"Damien, please," I beg, letting out a soft whimper.

"Not yet," he replies, denying me release.

I struggle to catch my breath, the constant arousal keeping me on edge. After a moment, Damien shifts his focus, holding my cock upright and rubbing the sensitive underside with his thumb. The sensation is intense, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I writhe in the chair, constrained but overwhelmed by the pleasure, unable to contain my moans of ecstasy.

"Oh yeah, does that feel good, baby? Are you just dying for me to let you cum?" Damien teases.

"Damien," I moan, desperate for release.

"I know, baby, you're going to feel so good, though," he replies.

Damien stops again, and I whimper as my dick pulses from the stimulation. I feel completely out of control. It feels like I could cum any second, but I can't. I've never been on the edge of climax for so long. The way Damien talks to me is so hot, and I just want to cum already. It feels agonizing. Damien watches as I struggle.

"Damien, can I cum now, please?" I beg.

"Okay, baby."

Damien grips my cock with his full hand, stroking it hard and fast along the tip. I watch his forearm muscles and his hand gripping my cock. I begin to moan loudly from the contentment. The wet sound of the lube and his tight grip stroking me echoes along with my moans. Damien then uses his other hand to rub my balls with his fingers. The combination of the speed of him jerking me off and the sensation of his fingers on my balls feels so good, much better compared to before.

"Baby, does that feel good? I wanna see you shoot cum all over."

"Yes, faster," I moan.

He begins to speed up, and I feel the warmth of my own cum moving up my shaft.

"Damien, I'm gonna cum—"

"Yes, baby, cum for me."

Chills roll over me, and immense pleasure washes over me. Cum shoots from my dick. Damien then squeezes the tip of my dick, causing the cum to shoot farther and last longer. I let out a loud moan that echoes through the city below. It soaks my stomach and chest, and Damien gets some all over him, even in his hair.

"Good job, baby."

The sensation of the vibrating on my cock after cumming is too much to handle.

"Damien, can you take the cock ring off? It's too much after I came."

"You sure you don't wanna go again?" Damien says, gripping my cock, now slick with cum and lube.

I whimper in discomfort.

"I think you can do more, baby. I'll go fast this time."

I don't reply. Part of me craves it even though it's uncomfortable; it feels good in a strange way.

Damien, unfazed by the cum, begins to suck on the tip of my cock, leaving a wet residue around his lips. He doesn't go far down but just gently envelops the tip in his mouth. He flicks the tip of his tongue along the underside of my cock. The texture, combined with the discomfort, makes me squirm in my seat and whimper. Damien reaches one hand up, gently caressing my nipples while he sucks me.

Damien takes his mouth off my dick for a second, his lips glossy from the cum.

"I know it's uncomfortable because you just came, but let me have some more cum, baby. Can you do that for me?" he asks, his voice soft yet commanding.

I begin to feel my dick pulse in Damien's mouth. The sensation of his tongue combined with the pulsing sends me over the edge. A tight sensation builds as the cum fills my shaft and fills Damien's mouth, warmth spreading within him. I lean my head back, squirming in my seat, whimpering.

"Damien-" I begin, breathless.

He stops and takes his mouth off my cock, spitting the cum onto the cement floor of the patio.

"You did so good. Let me take that off now," he says, his voice soothing.

Damien pulls off the cock ring, which is covered in cum and lube, and it drips onto the floor as he removes it. He holds it out in front of me. A wave of relief and relaxation washes over my body. I feel content and fulfilled after so much teasing. I have to admit, I liked what Damien did; the suspense led to a more intense orgasm.

"That is a whole lot of cum," he comments, grinning.

I let out a laugh, relieved the teasing and edging are over. The afterglow of the intense experience makes me feel even closer to him.

"I like making you cum over and over. The way you squirm and whimper turns me on so much," Damien says, his voice low and full of desire.

Damien begins to untie me, and I glance at my wrists, seeing them red from all the struggling. It didn't hurt; I was too caught up in other things for it to bother me. He unties my legs next. I stand up, trying to cover my now-soft dick since we are still on the patio, out in the open.

Damien then takes off his shirt, drops his boxers and pants, leaving them around his ankles. His cock looks large and bulging from the intense stimulation of teasing me.

"Come here," Damien commands.

Damien takes a seat on the chair. I walk closer to him, and he swiftly grabs my waist, positioning me over his lap. He moves me to sit down, facing him. He grabs his cock and places it at the right spot, inserting the tip within me.

"Okay, now slowly move down," he says, his eyes locked onto mine.

As I lower myself on Damien his cock consuming me, I feel the familiar pinching stretch and fullness. Damien's hands grip my waist, guiding me. The night air is cool against my skin, contrasting with the heat between us. His cock fills me inch by inch, and I can't help but let out a soft moan. Damien's eyes are dark with lust, his breathing heavy.

"That's it, take it all," he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal.

I move down further, feeling every inch of him. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a ache. His grip on my waist tightens, and I can see the muscles in his arms flexing.

"You're doing so good," Damien says, his voice a low growl. "I love watching you take me."

I reach the base of his cock, fully seated, and pause for a moment to adjust. Damien's eyes never leave mine, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. I start to move slowly, lifting myself up and then sinking back down, each movement sending waves of pleasure through both of us.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Damien groans, his hands roaming over my back and ass.

I lean in, capturing his lips in a deep kiss as I ride him, our moans mingling in the night air.

I begin to sit, feeling Damien's hard cock penetrate me further as I lower myself down. A tight pinch makes me open my mouth and whimper. Sitting on top of him feels different, his cock filling me completely, making his cock feel even larger.

Damien moans, running his hands down my chest.

"God, you are always so tight. It feels so good," he says, his voice thick with desire. "Okay, now move up and down for me, baby."

I press my feet against the ground to find a stable footing, then wrap my arms around Damien's neck. I start to move up and down, feeling the friction intensify with each motion. Damien grabs my ass, spreading my cheeks open, groaning with pleasure. His eyebrows narrow, and his lips part slightly, clearly savoring every movement. I pick up the pace, the slapping sound of my halfway hard cock hitting my stomach adding to the intensity. Damien's eyes lock onto my cock, watching it bounce with each movement.

"Let's stand up," Damien says, his voice commanding yet filled with excitement.

Damien grabs my arm and helps me off him, guiding me to lean over the balcony railing. The cool night air contrasts sharply with the heat between us. I feel a familiar tightness as he inserts his hard cock into me, not wasting any time before thrusting at an almost frenzied pace. Each thrust sends his balls slapping against mine, the rhythmic sound mingling with the distant city noises. His grunts grow louder with every movement, and my whimpers match the intensity of his speed and force.

As his pace slows, his grunts turn into deep, primal sounds. He thrusts hard one final time, burying his hard cock completely inside me. I feel his dick pulse within me, his grip on my waist tightening almost painfully. He lets out a loud, guttural moan.

"Fuck, that felt so good."

Damien slowly withdraws, and I feel the wet warmth of his cum in my ass. The sensation making me feel pleased but also in dire need of a shower.

"Let's wash up and then go to bed; we made quite the mess," he says, his voice a mix of satisfaction and exhaustion.

I take Damien's hand, feeling the familiar warmth and strength in his grip, and follow him to the shower. The scent of our shared passion lingers around us, a tangible reminder of the intensity of our connection. As we move together, I can't help but steal glances at Damien's sculpted abs, admiring the way they flex with each step, feeling a surge of desire stirring within me.

Close to him, I feel a sense of completeness, as if our bodies were made to fit together. We stand side by side, waiting for the water to warm, our proximity igniting a gentle heat between us. Damien's touch steadies me as we step into the shower, his presence grounding and comforting.

With the cascade of warm water enveloping us, Damien pulls me closer, our bodies pressing together in a tender embrace. The sensation of our soft, sensitive cocks brushing against each other sends shivers of pleasure down my spine, the connection between us electric and undeniable.

Reaching for the body wash, Damien's actions are deliberate yet tender, a silent testament to the depth of his affection. As he applies the soap to my body, his touch is both soothing and arousing, each stroke a caress that ignites a fire within me.

Caught in his gaze, I feel a rush of emotion, overwhelmed by the intensity of our shared connection. Damien's eyes speak volumes, filled with a mixture of love, desire, and pride that leaves me breathless. As his lips meet mine in a slow, languid kiss, I lose myself in the sensation, savoring the taste of him against my lips.

Washing away the remnants of our passion, I feel a sense of relief flood through me, the warm water cleansing both body and soul. With Damien's guidance, I return the gesture, running my hands over his sculpted abs with reverence, feeling the ripple of muscles beneath my touch.

As I massage the soap into his back, I revel in the intimacy of the moment, each movement a silent declaration of my love and devotion. With each touch, I feel the bond between us grow stronger, an unbreakable thread that binds us together in shared desire and unwavering affection.

"Theo, I love you," Damien whispers, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth.

"I love you too, Damien," I reply, feeling a swell of emotion rising within me.

"But it's more than just love," Damien continues, his gaze unwavering. "I want to be with you forever. I want us to build a life together, to start a family, to eventually marry you. Maybe not today, but I want you to know that's what I hope for."

A surge of joy and excitement courses through me at Damien's words, a vision of our future together unfolding in my mind. "I would love that someday, Damien," I say, my heart swelling with affection.

His smile is like sunshine breaking through clouds, radiating warmth and love as he envelops me in his arms. Our naked bodies press together, the intimate embrace a silent affirmation of our bond. As he leans in to kiss my neck, I feel a fluttering in my stomach, a rush of happiness flooding through me at the realization that Damien loves me just as deeply as I love him.

Authors Notes: Gayt Daumn this chapter is long. I feel like my writing style has Improved so much since even when I first started writing this book not that long ago. I really tried to add more details into the smut scene this time like some of my readers asked... MAX I'm talking to you lol. So here you have it 8327 words of homosexual activities. Let me know what you think, These past few chapters have been a lot of work so I really would like to know every readers thoughts on it. Do we like it yes or no? What Improvements? Leave a comment!!! also I wont have smut next chapter Theo is gunna be busy with some stuff. Also the meatball scene I hadn't planned but I added it in because the thought of making that joke just sent me. Next time I have spaghetti and meat balls Ima say that lmao.