Bathroom Mishap

See something you like, Damon? Eli purrs playfully, setting the half-eaten fruit aside. I can recommend some truly... decadent indulgences worth sampling, if you're feeling adventurous enough to expand your horizons a bit.”

Damon leans in close, his hot breath ghosting over the shell of Eli's ear as he rumbles in a low, warning tone tinged with barely restrained desire,

“Careful what you wish for, kitten. You're playing with forces far beyond your ken. Tempting me so shamelessly...you have no idea what you're stirring within me.”

One large, warm hand comes to rest possessively on Eli's thigh beneath the table, squeezing gently as Damon's lips graze the sensitive skin behind his jawline.

Eli shivers at the feel of Damon's heated breath on his neck, pulse pounding wildly as the larger male's grip on his thigh tightens ever so slightly, sending jolts of electricity straight to his core. Swallows thickly, trying valiantly to maintain an ounce of composure amidst the whirlwind of sensation and want threatening to overwhelm him.

A-Damon...we shouldn't...not here... weak protest, barely audible as his head tilts instinctively, granting Damon better access to that sensitive juncture.

Damon pulls back fractionally, emerald eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and dark promise as he takes in Eli's flushed cheeks and labored breathing. He leans in again, not touching but near enough that Eli can feel the phantom pressure of his lips.

Shhh, I know. This isn't the time nor place, despite my...base instincts screaming otherwise. You bring out a hunger in me, Eli. One I thought I had thoroughly mastered. His gaze drags over Eli's face, lingering on his parted lips before meeting his eyes again intensely.

Damon chuckles huskily “Sexy little kitten”

Eli blushes deeper at Damon's loaded compliment, both thrilled and intimidated by the raw hunger simmering in those piercing emerald depths. Licks his suddenly dry lips, tasting the remnants of strawberry sweetness.

W-well, I aim to please, replies with a shaky grin, attempting to regain some semblance of his earlier bravado. “Guess I got you all worked up, big boy. Not used to being the one left wanting, hmm?”

Damon lets out a low, approving chuckle, his thumb rubbing slow circles on Eli's inner thigh as he leans in closer, voice a sinful purr. "Oh, I assure you sweetheart, I'm always the one in control. The fact that you've managed to ignite such a fierce reaction, to leave ME wanting...well, let's just say it's incredibly arousing. And rare." His eyes rake over Eli hungrily. "Tell me, kitten, do you make a habit of seducing men at fancy dinners?

Eli bites his lower lip, gazing up at Damon from beneath long, dark lashes. "Maybe I have a type," he murmurs sultrily, trailing a finger along Damon's strong forearm. "Powerful, confident men who can handle me. Ones who aren't afraid to take risks..." His voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper.

Damon’s eyes darken with desire at his words he holds his gaze intensely. The dinner party around them all engaged in conversation he notices his brother chatting up one of his business partners daughters not paying attention to them.

Eli glances downwards subtly, noticing the prominent bulge tenting Damon's tailored slacks. Swallows thickly, a thrill shooting through him at the evidence of his effect on the powerful man. “Mm, looks like someone's excited to explore those risks Should we find somewhere more...private to continue this stimulating discussion? Before you pop a seam?” winks playfully even as anticipation coils tightly in his belly.

Damon leans in close, his hot breath tickling Eli's ear as he growls in a low, authoritative tone,

"Go to the bathroom. Wait for me there.."

It's phrased as a command, leaving no room for argument. Those skilled fingers squeeze Eli's thigh pointedly before releasing him.

"And Eli?" Damon pauses, allowing a beat of tense silence. "Be naked by the time I arrive. Let's see if you can follow instructions as well as you dish out provocations.

Elijah feels his member already stiffening in his pants at the implication of what's to come. Nods jerkily, rising from his seat on slightly unsteady legs.

“Y-yes sir” breathes out, casting one last smoldering glance at Damon before making his way towards the opulent bathrooms, hips swaying subtly with each step. Once inside, he locks the door and takes a deep, steadying breath, hands shaking slightly as he reaches for his belt... quickly removes his clothes, folding them neatly atop a plush velvet chaise lounge in the spacious bathroom. Stands bare before the ornate mirror, admiring his lithe, toned form, defined abs, slender yet muscled arms, creamy smooth skin save for a small trail of golden curls leading enticingly downward from his navel.

Pleased with what he sees, he turns to perch on the edge of an antique vanity, crossing one ankle over the other languidly, at ease with his nudity.

Eli hears the lock click into place, signaling Damon's arrival. A shiver of anticipation runs down his spine as he sits there, naked and exposed, heart hammering against his ribs. He keeps his eyes forward, staring at his reflection, but his entire being is acutely aware of Damon's presence filling the room, moving closer.

The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as Damon approaches, stopping right behind him. Their reflections meet in the mirror

Damon towering and imposing in his impeccable suit, Eli petite and nude, a picture of contrasts.

Damon meets Eli's gaze in the mirror, his expression thunderous with barely contained lust and something almost primal. Placing his large hands on either side of Eli on the vanity, caging him in, Damon leans down to growl in that same commanding tone:

"You're quite the sight, spread out and waiting like a feast for kings. I hope you understand the gravity of what you've started tonight."

He punctuates his point by pressing his clothed erection firmly against the cleft of Eli's ass, groaning at the contact. "I play rough, sweetheart.”

Eli gasps sharply as he feels Damon's impressive hardness nestling between his buttocks, a bolt of pure need surging through him. Meets Damon's intense gaze in the mirror, pupils blown wide with arousal

I-I'm not afraid of rough, Damon. In fact... I think I'll enjoy every second of it. Wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you.

Reaches back to grab Damon's hip, pulling him impossibly closer, grinding his bare bottom against the rigid outline of his cock.

Damon kisses his shoulder close to his neck holding his gaze intensely the mirror.