Chapter Ten #4
howza68: so this might just be me but I think I’m bad at being friends with you
Relief swamped Damir. He put the damn food back in the crisper, took his phone to his room, and collapsed into bed.
ddenisov88: it’s not just you. also you have my phone number so now you can text
howza68: yeah but that’s for denny from work. i can text denny from work on his number and message damir from insta about how I really wanna suck his cock
ddenisov88: points for compartmentalization but still technically fucking your coworker
howza68: ok i know you don’t have word of the day toilet paper which means you actually use big words and unfortunately I find that hot
howza68: also is it fucking my coworker if we only talk about it?
Damir shifted on his bed. It was absolutely fucking his coworker no matter how they went about it. It was also a terrible idea. One he had zero intention of saying no to.
ddenisov88: I won’t tell if you won’t
He accepted the incoming voice call immediately.
“Damir,” Kilian said unsteadily.
That was a nice way to hear his name as well, shaky and restless, like Kilian needed him.
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Yeah,” Kilian breathed.
“Stop.”
Damir knew he obeyed based on the small hurt sound he made.
He set his phone on speaker, shimmied out of his pants and boxers, and leaned against the headboard.
He wrapped one hand around his dick, already chubbing up at the thought of Kilian right across the hall, not touching himself at Damir’s behest.
“I wanted to kiss you, before,” Damir said conversationally. He stroked his cock slowly as he spoke, getting himself hard.
“In the kitchen?”
“Mm-hm. If Ketchup hadn’t come in…”
“I’d have kissed back,” Kilian admitted.
“And then, watching you eat the food I made you…” Damir tilted his head back, stroking a little faster.
“Yeah? You liked feeding me? Taking care of me?”
“Was I so obvious about it?”
“I would kneel at your feet and eat from your hands.” Kilian said it casually, as if his words weren’t a lit match on the tinder of Damir’s peace of mind.
“I would spoil you,” Damir told him. “Feed you the best food I know how to make, massage lotion into your skin, make you feel so good you’re floating, and then…”
“Yeah?”
“I’d make you come. Over and over, till you’re shooting dry. I’d give you my hands and my mouth and my cock until you couldn’t take it anymore and you begged me to stop.”
“Damir,” Kilian breathed.
“I love how you sound when you’re desperate for me.”
“Damir, please.”
“What, you want to touch yourself?” Damir pumped his dick punishingly fast, his voice breathless from the exertion.
“Yes.”
“Too bad. I want you to concentrate on imagining it instead. You, naked in my bed, maybe tied up, unable to do anything but take what I give you. I’d put my mouth on your neck, suck bruises to your clavicle.”
“My clavicle?”
“You know what a tease it is to watch you get dressed twice a day in the locker room? It’s always the last bit of skin you cover up, the last button you close. I want my teeth on your throat, Kilian.”
Kilian groaned quietly.
“Don’t.”
“But…”
Damir palmed his balls, enjoying how tight they felt and how his pulse thrummed under his fingertips. “Would you let me mark you up?”
“Yes.” The answer was instant.
“What else would you let me do?”
He didn’t expect Kilian to laugh. “I can’t think of anything I wouldn’t let you do to me.”
Damir shut his eyes. Precome pulsed out of his slit onto his fingers. “Touch yourself.”
He heard the rustling of Kilian reaching for himself, heard his shaky sigh when he finally did.
“How does it feel?”
“So good,” Kilian said. “I’m so sensitive. I haven’t…it’s been…”
“When’s the last time you got off?”
“A week ago, in the bathroom at the club, when you told me to fuck myself on my fingers.”
Damir grunted out a wordless sound of pleased surprise.
He wrenched his hand off his dick before he could come, his orgasm bubbling dangerously close to the surface.
“You should be illegal. Your voice message…I nearly got hard on the team bus thinking about you, how pink and flushed you must be, your pretty little cock hanging out of your tight pants, your perfect ass, and the slick you used dripping out into your boxers.”
“Yeah, well, I was wearing the same clothes when you picked me up at the airport.”
Damir’s cock throbbed. He had to touch it again, had to stroke himself to take the edge off, even though he was playing with fire.
“I wanted you so bad that night. Kept dancing with other guys, but none of them were you. None of them talked to me the way you do. None of them looked at me the way you do.”
It was too much. Damir’s fingers caught at the sensitive bit of skin under the head, and he came in thick streams across his abdomen.
“Damir.” Kilian’s voice in his ear prolonged the sensation, dragging it out another moment, another pulse.
“Kilian. I wish you were here. I’d swallow you whole, finger your perfect pussy, make you—”
Kilian moaned, and then there was nothing but both their breathing, too hard, too loud, too perfectly in synch.