Chapter 3

Damian's Pov

Wednesday 28th April 2021

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Vincent: can I come over? ;)

My breathing stops when I read the text. He wants to come over and see me? I was about to make myself dinner so I guess I can make enough for two.

Me: sure, I'll send you my address

Vincent: I will see you soon

I put a shirt on as I've been sat in only some sweatpants and then go to the kitchen to start making something. I decide on a carbonara and panic halfway though making it because Vincent is Italian and what if it's not up to his standard?

The doorbell rings and I have to calm myself down before I open the front door. My mouth drops open when I see him in a leather jacket and tight jeans.

"Ciao," he greets as he looks my body up and down.

"Hello, come in," I say and step aside so he can come inside. He takes his shoes off as he looks around my house.

"You have a nice house. Whatever you're cooking smells good," he says and I lead him to the kitchen. My palms sweat and my heart races as I show him the pasta I'm making. This is the first date and I've got to make a good impression.

"You're making me dinner?"

"Yeah, I had enough for two so why not? It can be our first date," I say and he smiles. My nervousness calms down as his body stays relaxed and carefree.

"Grazie," he says and kisses my lips gently.

"Is that thank you?"

"Yes, it is. You look very beautiful dolcezza," he says as he runs his hands up my chest and onto my shoulders.

"So do you," I reply and he kisses me deeper. I take control of the kiss and he groans, letting me lift him onto the kitchen counter as I kiss him hungrily.

"You should check the food," he says breathlessly as he gently pushes me away. I look at the pan and quickly step away so I can stir the sauce. Vincent stands behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, his head on my shoulder as he watches me cook. I lift the spoon for him to taste and he thinks for a moment.

"You should add more- wait I don't know the English," he says as he pulls away and looks through the seasoning I have put on the bench. He smiles and picks up the black pepper. "P**e Nero."

"You can put it in," I say and stand aside so he can take over the sauce. He bites his lip as he focuses on adding the right amount of the seasoning.

"You're so cute," I say and he looks at me with a smile.

"Thank you. The food is done."

I dish up onto two plates and pour two glasses of wine for us that I take to the dining table. I sit opposite Vincent as he tries the pasta, a good expression on his face thankfully.

"It is delicious," he says and I can help but smile.

"Thank you. So you're Italian? Were you born there?" I ask curiously. He sips his wine before he answers.

"I lived in Italy until I was 14 then my family moved here to join my papà's side of the family. I like it here although it rains too much," he says and I laugh.

"It does rain too much. Would you ever move back to Italy?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"My family is all here so I wouldn't go back forever. But I do go on my holiday there in summer. Not so much recently because I have been busy with my job."

"I understand that, what do you work as?" I ask and he stops for a moment before he answers.

"I work for my papà's company. Mainly just office work," he answers and I nod. "What do you do?" He asks as he eats his dinner.

"I'm retired now but I used to own nightclubs," I say and he looks impressed, but confused.

"Retired? I though you had to be old to do that?"

"Not when you've got enough money. I was sick of running the club, too much stress. So I moved up here to be with my friends."

"That is cool. How old are you if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm 42, is that too old for you?" I ask worried. He shakes his head quickly.

"No no, I like older men. You don't look 42, you're still very sexy," he says and I blush a little.

"Thank you, how old are you?" I ask.

"I am 20."

"That's quite young," I say and he shrugs.

"I have plenty of experience," he answers and drinks some wine with a small smirk.

"You know, I like your name," I say and he smiles. "Do you have any nicknames?"

"My friends call me Vin sometimes," he says.

"What about Vinny?" I ask and he scrunches up his nose.

"No, that makes me sound like child," he says and I laugh.

"I like it. That'll be my nickname for you from now on," I say and he squints at me but still breaks out into a gorgeous smile.

We finish the dinner and he helps me wash the dishes as we talk more about our lives. I leave out the Adrian ordeal because I don't want to scare him away so soon. When we're done, we sit on the couch together to continue talking, each of us leaning against an arm of the couch facing each other. We have another small glass of wine each as we talk.

"So Damian, are you a top or a bottom?" Vinny asks out of the blue. I almost choke on my wine which makes him laugh.

"I'm a top, what about you?" I ask and he sighs.

"I was hoping you bottomed, but I can do both," he says with a wink. So Vincent is a switch, nice to know.

"Are you hinting at something?" I ask as I set my glass of wine on the coffee table and lean forward as he does the same.

"Maybe," he grins as we close the gap between us and start kissing again. He makes me sit back as he lays across me and moves his lips with mine hungrily. My hands slide into the back of his tight jeans and cups his asscheeks over his boxers as he holds onto my hair.

"Bedroom?" He asks and I nod, standing up and holding his hand as we go up to my bedroom. Vincent throws his jacket off and pulls off his shirt as I take off mine. We kiss again as we go to the bed, both climbing on and pulling each other's clothes off. I notice he has a lot of scars on his body that look like gunshot wounds and stab wounds like the one I have on my stomach but I don't mention anything.

"Condom?" He says and I pull one out of the bedside table with some lube. He makes me sit against the headboard and I watch as he pulls my boxers down to show my fully hard erection. His eyes widen a little but he smirks and leans down to lick the head teasingly. I gasp as he uses his tongue to lick all over my length and down to my balls greedily.

"Fuck Vinny," I moan and he looks up to glare at me for the nickname. "Sorry, it just suits you so well."

"It's okay," he says as he slips the condom over me and then takes off his own boxers so he's naked.

He's so hot. He has powerful muscles while also looking more on the lean side. He has no hair on his chest but he does have a happy trail that leads to dark pubes around his groin. I usually don't like a guy with pubes but he looks hot as fuck with them.

"It's so big," he says as he slowly strokes my member in his hand. My dick is over average but I've never measured it before so I can't say how long it actually is. I know it's quite thick which is why I get nervous when he lubes up with condom and kneels above my erection without prepping himself.

"Do you want me to prepare you?" I ask and he shakes his head no.

"I can handle it," he says with a wink as he lowers himself onto my length, his hand holding it up. My breath catches at the pleasure of his asshole squeezing the head as Vincent hisses at the pain.

"Are you sure?" I ask and he rolls his eyes.

"I can do this. It feels good," he says as he closes his eyes and lowers himself onto me more. He gets about halfway before he stops moving and rests his hands on my shoulders. I stroke his erection that's bumping against my stomach which makes him moan beautifully. His dick is quite long and is circumcised which is quite new to me. He starts to move himself up and down on my dick as he tips his head back, his lips parted as he breathes heavily.

"Vaffanculo!" He moans when he goes all the way down, my dick fully inside him. I moan when my dick is surrounded by his warmth.

"Fuck that feels good," I say as he leans back on his hands, lifting his hips and going back down with a blissful expression on his face. He mumbles things in Italian as his dick leaks precum onto my hand as I stroke him at the same pace he fucks himself. He speeds up and I throw my head back with a loud moan, but pain fills the back of my head as I realise I've just head butted the metal headboard.

"Ouch," I grumble as I hold my head. Vincent sits up and looks at my head.

"Are you okay?" He asks as he stiffles a laugh.

"I'm fine," I answer and I look up to him. We both burst out laughing as he hugs my head to his chest, his hand soothingly rubbing the sore patch.

"Let's turn around," he says as we stop laughing. We somehow shuffle around so I'm laying with my feet at the pillows and my head on the soft bed all the while I stay inside Vin.

"You good?" He asks and I nod.

"I'm good, now ride me," I say and he smirks as he rests his hands on my chest and starts riding me expertly. My back arches off the bed and my eyes squeeze shut as he makes me feel so fucking good. He plays with my nipples and lets his hands roam across my chest as he bounces on my cock.

"Bene! Bene!" He cries as he jerks himself off with one hand.

"I'm going to cum," I warn as he starts grinding on me. He nods quickly as his breathing picks up. His asshole squeezes around me as he cums onto my chest, letting out a choked moan as he strokes himself. I cum straight after him, my hands balling in the bedsheets as I moan loudly. We both stay still as we catch our breath before Vincent leans down to peck my lips with a kiss and gets off me. I take off the condom and throw it in the bin before I go to the bathroom to clean off my chest.

I go into the bedroom and see Vincent laying under my quilt cover and patting the space beside him. I slide into bed with him and turn the lamp off so it's dark.

"What is your scar from?" Vincent asks as he cuddles into my side, his finger tracing over where the pink scar is from the knife.

"I was stabbed about a year ago, what about your scars?" I ask and he tenses up. "You don't have to answer that."

"No it's okay. I have just had a rough childhood," he answers. I rub my hand on his back and he sighs quietly before I feel his breathing even out on my shoulder. I plant a kiss on his forehead as he sleeps against me.

Translations:

Vaffanculo- Fuck

Bene - good