Loved in the Dark: Chapter 6

After the heated encounter in the car, the air between them still crackled with tension as they stepped into the apartment. Damien padded to the bathroom first, eyes heavy, limbs loose from exhaustion and pleasure.

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‎Eli followed, his large frame crowding the smaller space as he peeled off Damien's clothes, his touch lingering with quiet possessiveness. He helped him clean up, fingers trailing over flushed skin, his nipples, down his stomach, brushing along sensitive spots that made Damien shiver and press into him—his asshole, that was previously filled with Eli's cum. Eli pushed his index finger past the ring of muscle and curled it in Damien drawing a loud moan, unsteady breaths and staggering feet.

‎“Daddy,” Dame moaned.

‎Eli chuckled but continued his mission.

‎After he was sure that Damien's ass had no more cum in it, then he proceeded to Dame's shaft. He lathered his palm with soap and wrapped it around the shaft and pumping it while he bent down to Eli's ears and whispered, “you like that baby.” Damien's moans and mewls were answer enough. Eli kept pumping and pressed his thumb to the slit at the head of Dame's cock, the sound of Eli's grunts aroused Damien the more. Eli bit down lightly on Eli's neck while he ground his cock along the crack of Damien's ass. Damien pressed his ass frantically to Eli's cock, seeking more than just feeling the addictive shaft along the crack of his ass but to have it buried within him and fill him up nicely. Eli squeezed the base of his boy's shaft, feeling the orgasm build up. He pumped Damien faster even though his own release was far. He raised Damien's neck and kissed him fiercely before growling with a dark hum, “cum now baby.”

‎Damien mewled and shot his cum, resting his weight on Eli. Eli milked his cock dry, one hand steadying him.

‎“It's time to wash me too boy.”

‎Damien turned around in time to see Eli lick his cum splattered on his daddy's have and thought, »how sexy could this hunk of mine get?

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‎Damien returned the favor, running the warm cloth over Eli’s body with slow, lingering care. He licked Eli's left nipple while his finger tweaked the right gently, ran his fingers over Eli's pectorals and dropped kisses and bites across the chest. His hand stalled when it hovered near Eli's hips, his eyes dark with unsaid need.

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‎"Be good," Eli warned, voice low and rough.

‎He wrapped his hand around Eli's cock, admiring the way it stood at erect throughout the wash and looked so big, it became bigger in his hand as he began running his palm along the head to the base of the cock—pre-cum leaking profusely just the way he liked.

‎H gently got down on his knees and ran his nose along the cock, Eli's hand going into his hair and gripping it.

‎“Do not tease me baby, get to work”

‎Damien stuck out his tongue and brushed it against the head as if tasting then covered the entire cock with his mouth in one swift move while moaning, sending a jolt of pleasure through Eli's cock. He pulled the cock out of his mouth again put it back in again but this time till only half of it and began bobbing his head back and forth, while his hand worked the part his mouth did not reach.

‎Damien hollowed his cheek and let his teeth graze Eli's cock a bit, just the way his daddy liked it. Eli moaned as his grip on Damien's hair tightened and he shoved his dick more into Damien's mouth.

‎“Baby boy, I want to hit the back of your throat, face fuck you till you can't breath.” “May I?” he purred between moans.

‎Damien nodded his head with his mouth still wrapped around Eli's cock, then he shoved Eli down his throat till it hit the back and moaned just like Eli wanted.

‎Seeing this as a cue, Eli held Dame's hair tighter and began face fucking him. He thrust into his boy's mouth repeatedly, each one deeper than the last, then suddenly he slowed down the thrust, like relishing the beautiful picture before him. He pulled out almost completely loving the way his cock was covered it saliva and the way Damien looked slutty—sweaty, used, high. Saliva also dripped at both ends of Damien's mouth.

‎“You like my cock filling every hole of yours right?” “I am going to fulfill your need and fill your mouth nicely with my seed and I want you to swallow it all”

‎Damien nodded in response and Eli resumed his fast thrust, his cock pulsing indicating his nearness to the much anticipated orgasm. At the third final thrust, Eli hit the back of Dame's throat and orgasmed, pouring his cum down Damien's throat.

‎After swallowed it he looked so hungry and his eyes were filled with lust as Eli helped him up and supported his weight.

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‎“You look beautiful when you act like a whore,” Eli said.

‎Damien responded, “that is because I want you to fill me up nicely, fuck me till I can't walk, let your cum pour out of me while I walk.”

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‎Eli's cock twitched and he purred, “do not tempt me boy, I might take you up on that offer.”

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‎Eli ran his tongue from Eli's waist line through his stomach and to the chest before licking and sucking on one of the nipple. He raised his head up and seductively whispered, “I know you want to wreck my insides, finger me till my hole is spread and twitching. I know how much you love to fuck me without lube daddy. You enjoy the way my hole wraps around your cock—so welcoming, not to forget how you seed still warm drips out of me down my legs when I stand. Take me, own me and claim me”

‎Eli gripped Dame's hip to stop him and said, “you have had enough for today baby, now be a good boy.”

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‎Damien sighed, but obeyed, though his gaze promised they'd circle back to this.

‎Later, fed and slightly more settled, they walked side by side under the muted glow of streetlights—the cool air grounding them after the intensity of earlier. When they finally collapsed into bed, Eli's arm curled around Damien's waist, anchoring him close. Warmth. Possession. Safety.

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‎But sleep didn't come easily for Damien.

‎He shifted in the dark, pressing back against Eli, grinding slowly with muffled sounds of want slipping past his lips. Eli's grip tightened on his hip, stilling him.

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‎"Please… daddy… more…" Damien whispered, voice trembling between exhaustion and craving.

‎Eli's voice was a rumble against his ear. "Sleep, baby. You’ve had enough—like I said earlier."

‎Damien whimpered, but nodded. "Okay, daddy."

‎The next morning, Damien stirred to an unfamiliar sensation pulling him from sleep—the warmth of Eli's mouth, the teasing pressure along his lower stomach, the unmistakable heat building fast.

‎Eyes heavy-lidded and flushed with sudden awareness, Damien looked down, his pulse spiking.

‎Eli went further down until Damien hit the back of his throat, Dame threw his head back, and curled his toes while his hands clenched the sheet. “Thank you daddy,” he muttered between moans of pleasure.

‎After a few minutes, Damien orgasmed and Eli swallowed all of it.

‎Eli's eyes met his, dark and glinting with amusement. "Morning, pretty boy."