Where Did You Go Buddy

Elijah pauses, biting his lower lip as he glances towards the door nervously. “What do we do now? Won't Nathan get suspicious if we're gone too long? Not that I'm complaining about our little tryst..”

Damon brushes hair out his face cupping his cheek “now let’s get you cleaned up and then you can slip out first” Damon kisses him in a deep almost tender kiss.

Eli parts his lips willingly as Damon claims another deep, passionate kiss, melting into the older male's embrace. Reluctantly pulls away after several heated moments, already missing the warmth and closeness.

“Mmmm, okay. Guess we shouldn't push our luck with Nathan. As much fun as round two sounds...”

sits up gingerly, wincing slightly at the unfamiliar ache between his legs, a testament to their vigorous coupling. Looks up at Damon with a playful smirk.

“Think you can help me clean up, stud? Might need some assistance reaching certain spots”.

Damon smirks deviously and gives Eli's plush rear cheek a firm squeeze, pulling him flush against his renewed erection straining against his slacks.

“Mmmm, I thought you'd never ask. Bend that sexy ass over the sink again, kitten. Let me see what a mess I’ve made of you.”

Releases Eli only to swiftly spin him around, encouraging him to brace against the vanity. Reaches around to turn the faucet on, letting the water run warm. Grabs a washcloth and dampens it thoroughly before squeezing out excess water.

Eli shivers in anticipation as he feels Damon's strong hands grasp his hips, positioning him just how the dominant male wants him. Leans forward, resting his elbows on the cool marble countertop and turning his head to watch Damon through hooded eyes. Spreads his legs invitingly, displaying his puffy, cream-pied hole still dripping with their combined releases.

“Like what you see, handsome?”

"Fuck yeah," Damon rumbles approvingly, taking in the deliciously debauched sight of Eli's stretched, slick hole. "Love seeing my cum leaking outta this greedy boypussy."

He runs the warm, wet cloth teasingly over Eli's crack, cleaning up their mixed essence. Occasionally circles the sensitive pucker itself, making Eli twitch and mewl. After thorough cleansing both front and back, Damon sets aside the washcloth.

"That oughta do it." Straightening up, he smacks Eli's ass playfully.

Elijah pulls up his boxers and dress pants carefully, wincing slightly as the fabric brushes against his sensitive skin. Tugs his shirt back on and finger-combs his tousled hair in an attempt to restore some semblance of order. Turns to face Damon, a shy smile playing on his kiss-swollen lips.

“All set, I think.” Eli says

Before Eli could slip out, Damon grasped his wrist gently, pulling him back. Those piercing green eyes bored intensely into blue ones as he spoke,

"I gotta say Eli, that was absolutely incredible. Haven't had a session quite like that in ages."

His thumb caressed Eli's knuckles affectionately,

"The way you take control, handle my size...you're fucking perfect, sweetheart. Never forget that."

Leans in closer until breath mingles with Eli's, voice lowering to a husky murmur.

"This isn't over though...not by a long shot.”

Elijah takes a deep, steadying breath as he steps out of the restroom, plastering on a calm and collected facade despite his racing heart and the delicious soreness between his legs. Strolls casually down the hallway, nodding politely at a passing waiter.

takes a detour to the men's lounge, needing a moment to compose himself before facing the bustling dinner party again. Locks himself in a stall, leaning against the wall and exhaling shakily.

holy shit...that actually happened. Damon, of all people!

A pang of guilt twists in Eli's gut as he reflects on what transpired. He knows he shouldn't feel this way, considering Damon is Nathan's brother and crossing lines like this could potentially jeopardize their friendship. But damn if it didn't feel incredible, every touch igniting his skin, every thrust hitting depths he didn't know existed.

Eli groans internally, conflicted emotions warring within him as he grapples with the weight of betraying his best friend's trust, no matter how consensual and mind-blowingly good their encounter was. Runs trembling hands through his disheveled locks, trying to reconcile the shame churning inside with the residual euphoria still coursing through his veins.

Eli takes a few more calming breaths, splashing some cold water on his flushed face in an effort to appear more put together. He exits the stall and checks his reflection, smoothing down any errant hairs and straightening his clothes. With a determined nod at himself in the mirror, he pushes open the door and strides out, reentering the lively dinner party.

As soon as he rounds the corner into the main dining area, his gaze lands on Nathan seated at their table, engaged in animated conversation with the others. Eli's heart stutters guiltily in his chest.

Nathan looks up as Eli approaches with a friendly smile Hey buddy, where'd you disappear to?" Nathan asks, his brow furrowed slightly in concern as he looks Eli up and down, noticing his slightly disheveled appearance. "We missed you at the table earlier. Everything alright?"

Despite the innocent question, Eli can't help but feel a stab of guilt, worried that somehow Nathan might suspect what went down with Damon mere feet away in the bathroom. He forces a casual smile, hoping to deflect any suspicion.

"Y-yeah, totally fine bro! Just, uh, got held up talking to someone interesting, in the lobby a old friend”

Nathan raises an eyebrow skeptically at Eli's explanation but shrugs, seemingly buying it for now. "Huh, weird. Well, whatever dude. Glad you're back!" He turns his attention to the appetizer being served, allowing Eli to exhale quietly in relief.

A few minutes later Eli feels his nerves tense as he sees Damon returning to the table like nothing happened, appearing perfectly poised and unaffected. It makes him wonder how many other secret trysts Damon may have pulled off seamlessly in the past. Part of him feels used, but mostly he's impressed by the older man's suave discretion.

Damon slides gracefully into his seat beside Nathan, picking up his wineglass as if he hadn't just been passionately rutting with his brothers best friend in the bathroom mere moments ago. He takes a slow sip, eyeing Eli calmly over the rim with a flicker of amusement glinting in his green eyes. Setting the glass down, he joins in the current conversation seamlessly, acting as charming and affable as ever.

It's clear Damon is a master at keeping secrets, his poker face impenetrable.

Throughout the remainder of the meal, Eli finds it increasingly difficult to focus on the mundane dinner conversation happening around him. His thoughts keep drifting back to the intense, taboo encounter with Damon, reliving every electric touch and whispered dirty talk. Each time their eyes briefly meet across the table, he feels a forbidden thrill course through him followed by a sharp pang of guilt.