เข้าสู่ระบบNickolai’s POV
“I saw it on your timeline.” I paused, trying to take a deep breath. “Have you forgotten?” I laughed lightly.
Fuck. I almost got caught.
Damian coughed a little bit, bringing my focus back to what I wanted to say.
“I need to go to the restroom,” he announced, stood up quickly without waiting for us to acknowledge him.
I watched him go, looking at his butt sway slowly. I thought of things I could do to those little thing. How my fingers would easily slide up his ass fucking him until he doesn’t know how to walk properly.
My balls tingled and my dick thickened.
Derek cleared his throat and this time I had to concentrate while I distracted myself into the music that was playing in the background . Derek and I started with his work and the little trouble he faced at work. I knew I had to do my thing and get through his residence president and the person in charge.
Nobody messed with my boy.
That reminded me of Damian who had been in the toilet for a long time now.
I pretended my phone was ringing and I excused myself and went into the restroom where he was.
The moment I stepped in. His back was faced directly at me. While he was pacing up and down in the restroom.
I walked towards him taking slow strides. He must have figured out I was the one, his shoulder tensed. I held his waist and sniffed him close to his neck.
I slowly kissed his shoulders even while his shirt acted as an obstruction to what I wanted to do to him.
I was fucking desperate to fuck his mouth.
Even while his pantings were the only thing I could hear.
I turned him around and locked my lips into his lips. Sucking his soft lips patiently. He tried to struggle away, but his body betrayed him.
“This is all I can do to you,” I pulled away and slowly nibbled at his ear while my hand went into his jeans.
“Even your body can’t resist me,” I joked, even as he bit his lips tightly trying to muffle his sound.
I dragged my thumb slowly across his lips forcing him to release it. While I slowly stroked his dick through his jeans that had hardened from the little kiss.
This time I opened his lips with my tongue and forced him to suck on it.
I could bend him over the counter and fuck him.
But I can’t do that right now. We could get caught. And Derek was there waiting for us.
“This is how you can make me feel and you’ll never forget this,” I slowly opened his shirt and bit on his neck harder to leave a mark.
He slowly linked his hands into my hair and held it tightly.
I could hear a footstep so I pushed him into one of the restrooms and shut his lips with my fingers.
“Don’t make a sound,” I threatened.
“Open those pants, pretty boy,” I whispered.
He pops the button and I groan as his zipper comes down showing the curve dick.
“You are so hard for me, my sweet boy”
I bit my lips. I want to show him what he was missing so he knows what to do and comes running to me.
I settle between his thighs and and gripped him slowly.
My hands settles at the top of his dick as I looked up at him. He was trying to hide his emotions.
I needed to see all of him.
“Look at me,” I commanded.
“Please,” he begged.
His chest is rising and falling rapidly.
I go slowly, as I go up and down his dick. He felt impatient like he wanted to release immediately, but I avoided the look on his face.
He closed his eyes for a second. While I work my hands through his dick this time faster than before.
He bit his lips to muffle his moan, but he couldn’t trust his body.
He released a Moan. This time he was so close.
“Fuck baby. Come for me, my sweet boy. You are such a good boy.” I said in a hoarse voice even as my cock throbbed.
He looked so sexy in his miserable state.
I held his dick slowly as hot cum poured over my hands.
What a sexy sight to behold.
I wanted to lick him clean, kiss him deep and make him taste himself.
“Damian, Are you in there?” Derek’s voice called out from outside.
Damian froze immediately. I shut his lips so Derek doesn’t catch us.
Derek stepped out immediately and this time Damian had pulled his trousers up and he had cleaned up every single cum that spilled on his dick.
I kissed his lips deeply before he left the restroom.
And smiled, even as he walked out of the bathroom afraid to meet my eyes. I can’t imagine how he would feel after this night.
I probably made him feel good in a long time. He needed a release more than me. I was sure of that.
I texted Derek to tell him I had to quickly go back because of an emergency. I couldn’t go back into the restaurant with this great boner. I was definitely sure of that.
Nickolai's POVI walked away, afraid I was doing too much — pushing myself and practically forcing him to become something he didn't want to be.I went into my office, replied to all my emails, and focused properly on every meeting. I had paid the towing company; they had one job to do for me.My secretary walked into the room with slow strides, carrying a stack of documents — far too many for me to finish in one day.She smiled at me. I avoided her gaze and turned back to my laptop, continuing what I had been doing since morning."You have a special meeting in the next three hours," she said, setting the documents down and resting her hands on the table, her cleavage spilling forward from across where I worked.I took a deep breath, wondering why I hadn't fired her."A press meeting," she added abruptly, standing upright when she noticed I was ignoring her and everything she was putting on display.My chest tightened as I forced myself to think about what I was going to face at today
Damian’s POVThis felt too good. I should stop, but I want more.I was setting myself up for a lot of things, but I wasn’t sure if I was really ready for this.I couldn’t stop thinking about every single thing that happened. My mind kept relaying every single detail of it.I should avoid him. But I don’t think I can.It’s been days of me being confined to my room—drawing on so many canvases and making sure they get to the website as soon as possible, trying to distract myself from everything. Derek comes in once in a while to check on me.I mostly go out to eat and then come back inside the room. I’ve saved enough for the penthouse studio, and I can’t wait to pay him and give him his money.Maybe then he won’t want to touch me anymore.The bell dinged.I swallowed hard.I couldn’t help the way my cheeks reddened. Maybe it was just a way of deceiving myself—pretending I wanted him to come.As I rushed to the door, a sudden shrill realization brought me back to reality.He doesn’t knock
Nickolai’s POV“I saw it on your timeline.” I paused, trying to take a deep breath. “Have you forgotten?” I laughed lightly.Fuck. I almost got caught. Damian coughed a little bit, bringing my focus back to what I wanted to say.“I need to go to the restroom,” he announced, stood up quickly without waiting for us to acknowledge him.I watched him go, looking at his butt sway slowly. I thought of things I could do to those little thing. How my fingers would easily slide up his ass fucking him until he doesn’t know how to walk properly.My balls tingled and my dick thickened.Derek cleared his throat and this time I had to concentrate while I distracted myself into the music that was playing in the background . Derek and I started with his work and the little trouble he faced at work. I knew I had to do my thing and get through his residence president and the person in charge.Nobody messed with my boy.That reminded me of Damian who had been in the toilet for a long time now. I prete
Damian’s POVI sat down as my thoughts overwhelmed me. I couldn’t be so sure of the trap I purposely set myself into. How do I convince myself this is all my work and not Nikolai’s way of plotting for me?The knock on the door startled me once again as I thought it was just Nikolai coming in to remind me again.The knob on the door turned as Derek stood in his scrubs from last night, his eyebags swollen yet joyful.He smiled deeply at me.Tears pooled at the back of my eyes as I thought about the risk I had just taken.“You finally did it!” Derek exclaimed, opening his arms for a brotherly hug.I did not do it. I risked myself to get this.I nodded, even as I sniffed back my tears, trying to struggle so they don’t come out as badly as I want them to.“I’m proud of you,” Derek said, smiling at me, this time looking around the mini studio I made in his house… his father’s house, I mean.“Let’s celebrate, it’s been a long ride coming,” Derek suggested before walking towards the door.“No
The first notification felt like a mistake.I was staring at my screen when the red banner appeared.SOLD OUT.I blinked.Refreshed the page.Then it appeared again and this time I wasn’t dreaming SOLD OUT.Then another.My hands started trembling over the mouse. I wasn’t breathing. I couldn’t breathe. Every canvas I had poured myself into — every sleepless night, every brushstroke that felt like bleeding onto linen — disappearing in real time.Sold.The numbers kept climbing. The site lagged. My inbox flooded.I stood up so abruptly my chair rolled back and hit the wall.“Damian,” I whispered to myself. “You did it.”A laugh tore out of me — sharp, disbelieving, almost hysterical. For months I had painted in silence. In doubt. Wondering if I was delusional for thinking the world would ever care.Now the world was buying me.My chest tightened. Not with fear.With power. It felt so good My phone buzzed relentlessly. Messages. Galleries. Interviews. Unknown numbers. My name was tre
Nickolai’s POVDerek and I walked away with Damian’s face all over my head. Derek explained they were both colleagues at work, before he woke up and made his mind to go for what he loved. He looked different. Like he wasn’t meant to be there. He looked like he was just there for the main time. He looked like he was missing something. He looked scared, too scared to meet my eyes, too scared to even shake me like he was going to dirty my hands and clothes. I was going to go back there and get more information about him. He piqued my interest in ways I did not expect and I suddenly wanted to know about him. But I had a meeting to attend. Marie walked into the room with a smile and a skirt that could be mistaken for a short. “Good morning boss,” she smiled deeply, her cheeks punctuating the little dimple close to her mouth.“Good morning Mar,” I sighed. “How is today going to be like?” She explained every meeting and donations I had to be at, but I wasn’t sure if I was meant to be







