DAMIEN'S POV
I was pleased by her performance. Out of breath, she panted along with me. Pulling her up by her hair, I started kissing her fiercely. This was hornier than I expected, almost feral. I pressed her against the tiles full-force and proceeded sucking one of her nipples, forcing a scream to escape her throat. ”Ohhhhh.... God... please don't stop.” she screamed. ”Oh, I won't... not yet." I whispered back. Looking down, she saw I was getting hard again. After a couple few minutes of teasing bites in her nipples, nibbling of her earlobe and sucking her neck, I took hold of her right upper leg and wrapped it around my waist. I handed her a condom I sneakily grabbed before going into the shower room. I let her wear it for me. My wet dick pressed against her folds and before she knew it I pushed through them, sliding it along her wetness. I took hold of my cock and finally guided it inside her. Then I placed both of my hands around her waist and kept her in place while I started thrusting. The shower stall filled up with steam and it was now impossible to see through the glass. Strands of wet hair were stuck on her face and hot drops were reflected from the top of his head. "Bend over for me now, you want this cock inside you right?" I growled into her ear. She turned around willingly and seductively pushed her ass his way. I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and pinched hard to pull them apart. Soon, she felt me siding again. Leaning her hands against the wall, she tried hard to keep standing while I drummed into her. She moaned loudly, as I moved right against the sensitive spots inside of her. With every thrust, I enjoyed the sound of our bodies slapping against each other. The sound of it sounds like music to our ears. Her big tits keep on bouncing as I pounded her. I saw her free hand found her clit and she started pressing circles. It only took a few more minutes before she could feel the familiar addicting heat rushing from deep inside. ”Oh... ah... my....gaddd... I'm cumming” she screamed. I felt like her body weakened as she came, mercilessly hard. High from the sex, from her orgasm and from all the steam surrounding them, I wanted to empty himself too, as his thrusting picked up pace. The mirror was completely fogged up, the whole bathroom covered in heat-wet damp heat. I let a few more deep thrusts as I feel I'm cumming again. One deep thrust and I released inside her. The condom barely holds the immense amount I've released. I withdraw my cock then let her clean it up for me using her mouth. -×××- ADRIAN'S POV I just finished working out and shooting my video for my vlog. I took a deep breath, feeling the sweat-drenched fabric of my shirt cling to my back. My muscles ached, but it was a good kind of pain, the kind that came from pushing himself to my limits. I scanned the spacious gym, my eyes searching for a familiar figure. Damien, was supposed also to be finished with his workout, but he was nowhere to be seen. I checked my phone, but there were no messages or calls from him going out early. I shrugged, deciding to wait for a bit. I leaned against the wall of the gym, my eyes scanning the surrounding area. The gym was filled with people, some of whom were still working out, while others were chatting with friends. As I waited, I couldn't help but think about my workout. I had pushed myself hard, trying to beat my personal best in the bench press. I had succeeded, but it had taken a toll on his body. I was looking forward to a cold shower and a good night's sleep. I decided to go to the shower room to take a quick bath and changed into something clean and comfortable as I felt my shirt sticking into my body because of the sweat. I am on my way to the shower room, when a man in his late thirties approached me. ”Hello man, I just want to ask if you see this lady here today, she is my wife” he gently said while showing a picture of a lady from his phone. I recognize her as she is always working out in the gym. Though today I don't remember seeing her. ”I am used to her here but I'm not sure today. Are you sure she's here?" I said calmly. ”Yes, my friend saw her here today. He even said he saw her watching some guy working out. Then she vanished from sight as the guy also came out” he said with determination but I started to feel like his aura darkened. ”Ohhhh... uhmmm... you can ask other people here, maybe they saw her." I felt awkward after realizing that he was looking for his wife who was checking out another guy. Fuck! Even a woman cheats nowadays. He thanked me and went to ask other gym members. I reached the door of the shower room, I tried to turn the door knob but it was locked. I was confused why someone would lock it. I saw a thin fabric sticking out from under the small space under the door. I fished it out and realized it's a part of women's lingerie. My blood runs cold with a realization. Damien is nowhere to be seen as well as that man's wife and now the shower room is locked. Could it be all these are connected? A surge of anger and jealousy rushed through me. I want to barge inside as I feel like I'm boiling from anger by Damien's boldness to do it in a public space. I pressed my ears on the door, I heard some rustling and flowing water inside. Someone's definitely there. I heard some footsteps from afar, at the other end of the corridor. I saw that man again searching for his wife. It will only be a couple of minutes before he comes here. If Damien was really with that man's wife doing something unimaginable, he's so fucked up. I tried to knock on the door but it won't open. I called Damien's phone but it's just ringing. I sent him a "SOS" message. I looked for a possible solution then I saw the utility cart near me. I looked at it then saw the "Under Maintenance" signage. I take it and hang it in the shower room door. The man turned I almost forgot the women's lingerie on my hand. I hurriedly tucked it into my gym bag. I walked into the direction of the man and he recognized me. "Hey you again” he greeted me though I still feel his darkened aura. ”Yeah, I was going into the shower room but it's still under maintenance." I said with fake irritation. He looked on my back to confirm what I've just said. He seemed convinced. Then I decided to divert his attention. "Why are you here? Have you seen your wife?” I asked curiously. ”Not yet, Someone say that they hear unnatural sounds in the shower room... more like moaning. I swear if it's my wife...” he said darkly. ”Hey, let's not jumped into conclusion easily. There's no way someone's there as the door is locked and there's under maintenance sign.” I said to him trying to calm him. ”I really hope I'm wrong, man... I really hope. Anyway, I'm heading out. I'll also inform the management about that under maintenance thing so they can fix it immediately” he answered. "Thanks bro, I'll just wait here for a while. I badly needed to take a quick bath for my date” I lied. ”No problem, you pay a huge amount of membership here so you should enjoy the privilege, enjoy your date." he answered before turning back to leave. I signed. Crisis Adverted. I felt guilty lying to him. But if I'm correct that Damien is really with that woman. I choose to protect him... for now. I leaned against the wall while waiting for the door to open. After almost ten minutes, the door clicked and open. I turned and saw a familiar figure coming out.ADRIAN'S POV The rumble of the Boeing 747 was a lullaby, a promise of new beginnings. I pressed my forehead against the cool window of our business class cabin, watching Norway shrink beneath us, a tapestry of fjords and snow-dusted peaks. A smile stretched across my face, wide and genuine. I was happy, truly, deeply happy."Look at that, Damien," I murmured, turning to Damien, whose hand was already resting on my knee. He was looking at me, not the fading landscape, his eyes mirroring my joy."Beautiful, isn't it?" he said, his voice a low hum that always sent a shiver down my spine."The view, yes," I grinned, "but also… us. This trip. New York. Everything."He squeezed my knee gently. "Everything."I leaned in, my voice dropping. "So, spill it. What's the very first thing we do, the absolute minute we step off this plane? Pizza? Broadway show? Or straight to that taco place we used to love?"Damien chuckled, leaning back in his seat, a thoughtful expr
DAMIEN'S POVThe first thing I registered was the weight. A familiar, comforting pressure across my chest. Then came the warmth, a living heat that seeped into my skin, chasing away the last remnants of sleep. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know who was beside me. The faint, clean scent of his shampoo, the soft texture of his hair against my chin—it was all Adrian.I let my eyes drift open. Sunlight, thick and golden, poured through the gap in the curtains, painting a stripe across the white sheet and illuminating the serene figure beside me. Adrian. He was sleeping, his face relaxed and peaceful, the corners of his lips turned up in a slight, dreaming smile. A wave of déjà vu washed over me, so potent it almost made me dizzy. This was the same scene, the very same tableau I had woken up to more than a year ago. But everything, absolutely everything, was different.That morning had been steeped in confusion, fear, and a bitter sense of betrayal. I had woken up with a pounding head
ADRIAN'S POVI can feel the weight of Damien's cock on my tongue, thick and heavy, the taste of him filling my mouth. His iron-hard length pulses against my lips, and I know he's close. "Adrian, ohhhh fuck, ahhh", Damien moaned loudly which made me feel more confident. I want to make him lose control, to unravel him with my mouth. I suck harder, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive underside."Ahhhh, Adrian... please don't stop.... fuckkk, ohhhh,"Damien's moans grow louder, more desperate, his fingers tangling in my hair as he starts to thrust into my mouth. The sound of his pleasure spurs me on, and I take him deeper, my throat opening to accommodate his length.Damien's breathing is ragged, his hips jerking as he fucks my mouth. I can feel him swelling, his cock throbbing against my tongue. I know he's close, and the thought of him coming in my mouth makes my own cock ache with need. I suck harder, my lips sealed tight around his shaft, my tongue
DAMIEN'S POVThe world outside the restaurant table had ceased to exist. All that mattered was Adrian, his lips on mine, the familiar scent of him filling my lungs. It was a fiery kiss, full of a year’s worth of unspoken longing and desperate hope. His hand was tangled in my hair, mine gripping his waist, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us.Then, a cough. Not a loud, angry one, just a polite clearing of a throat from a nearby table. Adrian and I broke apart, our breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes, dark and glazed with passion, met mine. A slow, knowing smile spread across his face."Not exactly the most private place for that," Adrian whispered, his voice husky.I chuckled, my own face flushed. "Definitely not. Unless we wanted to give everyone dinner and a show.""As tempting as that sounds," he paused, glancing around the now very aware dining room, "I think we should take this elsewhere.""My thoughts exactly," I said, a wave of relief washing over me.
ADRIAN'S POVIt had been six months since I made the decision, a leap of faith really, to give Damien a chance to chase me back. Six months since I saw him standing outside St. Jude’s Hospital, a nervous energy radiating from him as he waited for me. I was the hospital’s pride, or so they said, a urologist and andrologist with a packed schedule, but I’d filed for an indefinite leave. It was a perk, a privilege earned, and one I desperately needed. Not just for a break from scalpels and sterile environments, but for this. For Damien.We started with Rome, a city steeped in history, where every cobblestone seemed to whisper tales of love and loss. We walked for miles, hand in hand, stopping at small cafes for espresso and pastries. I remember one morning, sitting near the Colosseum, the ancient structure looming over us, when Damien turned to me, his eyes earnest.“Adrian,” he’d begun, his voice soft, “Are you… are you truly enjoying this? Are you alright?”I’d just nodded, a lump form
DAMIEN'S POVThe world had shifted on its axis, not in some cataclysmic disaster, but in a quiet, profound way that settled deep within my bones. Adrian had given me a chance. The words still echoed in my ears, a melody I never thought I’d hear. “Okay, Damien,” he’d said, his voice softer than I remembered, yet firm. “You can chase me. But don’t expect it to be easy.”Easy? Nothing about this was easy. My heart, a knot of regret and desperate hope, swelled so much I thought it might burst from my chest. I wanted to fall to my knees, to weep, to shout my thanks to the heavens. Instead, I simply nodded, a silent promise forming on my lips: I will make amends. I will give you everything.The guilt was a constant companion, a heavy cloak I couldn’t shed. Every night, as I lay awake, my mind replayed a montage of past mistakes, each flicker of a memory a fresh stab to my gut. The carefree way I’d flirted with clients at the clinic, the casual intimacy with random women at bars – it was a