Semua Bab Sacred Sins; A Dark Erotica Tale: Bab 1 - Bab 8

Eli’s palm lingered at Damien’s lower back as he stepped aside, placing the plate down on the counter behind him. But even as he did, his body stayed close, the warmth of him pressing into Damien’s bare skin.‎‎Before Damien could shift away, Eli’s hand slipped around to the front — slow, deliberate — fingers curling possessively around Damien’s length.‎‎The sharp intake of breath that left Damien's mouth was immediate, his body reacting before his mind caught up. His cock stirred to life in Eli’s grip, hardened by nothing more than the weight of Eli’s palm and the way his thumb dragged along the sensitive underside with maddening control. Unconsciously Damien thrust his hips forward.‎‎“Still sore…” Eli mused, his voice brushing Damien's ear, low and dark, “but not too sore for this, hmm?”‎‎Damien's head tipped back against Eli's shoulder, his breath catching as heat pooled low in his abdomen. His body betrayed him, every nerve alight under Eli’s touch, his cock thickening in t

‎Damien sank cautiously into his chair, shifting his weight, trying to ignore the constant, intrusive pressure between his legs. The Vibrator wasn’t just there—it was impossible to forget. Every movement sent a subtle pulse of sensation radiating up his spine.‎‎He winced, adjusting himself again, only to realize there was no real way to sit comfortably. His thighs tensed, his hips rocked subtly—but nothing helped.‎‎Just as he finally stilled, the low, sudden hum of vibration pulsed to life inside him.‎‎A sharp gasp escaped his lips. His eyes flew wide, fingers gripping the edge of the desk as the sensation shot straight to his core, igniting his nerves like fire. The toy pressed right against that maddening spot—his body arching involuntarily, the chair scraping quietly beneath him.‎‎“Damn it, Eli,” Damien hissed under his breath, jaw clenched, face flushed.‎The company email on his screen blurred as he fumbled for the phone. His thumb jabbed at the call button for Eli, heart

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.‎‎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, “

The quiet clink of silverware and soft murmurs filled the candlelit restaurant, but Damien could barely hear any of it. His pulse was pounding in his ears, his cheeks were flushed, and his legs were trembling under the table. It wasn’t from the wine or the heat of the room — it was Eli.‎‎Eli's hand was under the table, fingers slow and possessive on Damien's inner thigh, creeping upward with maddening precision. Eli groped a handful of flesh and made Damien gasp and let out a breathy moan.‎“You’re flushed, baby,” Eli murmured, voice low enough for only Damien to hear. “What’s wrong?”‎Damien swallowed, his hands gripping the edge of the table. “Eli…” His voice was strained, barely a whisper.‎The waiter appeared beside them with a polite smile, completely unaware of the quiet war happening beneath the linen tablecloth. Eli didn’t stop. His fingers brushed over Damien’s clothed cock — slow, claiming, unrelenting. Damien’s breath hitched, his eyes wide as the waiter listed the specia