⚠️!SMUT WARNING!⚠️
Damian, feeling a mixture of exhilaration and exhaustion, quickly found an empty storage room. He slipped inside and closed the door, trying to muffle his heavy breathing. The room was filled with old furniture and dusty boxes, creating a labyrinth of potential hiding spots.
As Damian caught his breath, his phone vibrated with an incoming call from Asher. With a mischievous grin, he answered, "You're persistent, I'll give you that."
Asher's voice, a playful undertone evident, responded, "Can't let a worthy prey slip away, can I? Now, where are you hiding?"
Damian smirked at Asher's words, "Well, you'll have to figure that out, won't you? It's not fun if the prey gives itself away too easily." He chuckled, a mix of adrenaline and mischief in his voice.
As Damian caught his breath, he realized he might have made a strategic error. The idea of hiding on a random floor seemed brilliant at first, but now, as he thought about it, he should have just exited the hotel. He could almost hear Asher's determination through the phone.
Asher, his voice dripping with seduction, responded, "Oh, I love a challenge. I'll find you, no matter where you hide. And when I do, be ready for the consequences."
Damian swiftly ended the call, a sudden rush of warmth flooding his cheeks. He attributed it to staying up late, dismissing the flustered feeling. Determined to execute a new plan, he hurried into his apartment, intending to lock Asher out.
All the while Asher approached the building's security desk, leaning on the counter with a casual demeanor. "Hey, buddy. I left something in a friend's apartment. Mind checking the cameras to see where he went?" he inquired, flashing a charming smile.
The security guard raised an eyebrow, slightly amused by Asher's request. "Lost track of your friend, huh? Alright, let me check the footage, how does he look?," he asked, tapping away at the computer keyboard to access the security cameras.
Asher described Damian to the security guard, "He's a cute guy, blonde hair, wearing a blue hoodie and black sweats. Can't miss him."
The security guard chuckled, "Alright, that's more detail than I need. Let me see if I can find him on the cameras."
"This him?" the guard asked as he turned the screen towards Asher.
Asher leaned in, squinting at the screen. "Yeah, that's him. Where is he heading?" he inquired, his eyes fixed on the footage.
"Looks like he's headed to his room," he remarked, pointing to the corresponding room number on the screen.
Damian was moving quite slowly, he was on the stairs. Damian thought that Asher would take the elevator, anticipating a chance encounter.
Damian, mindful of the situation, moved quietly and deliberately, cautious in case Asher was nearby. He glanced around him while progressing through the building. With a clever plan forming in his mind, Asher turned to the guard and said, "Also, he lost his card for the apartment. Mind giving me the spare one? We'll find the other one first thing in the morning." The guard, initially hesitant, asked for additional details about Damian to confirm his identity. Asher willingly provided the necessary information and, in return, received the spare card from the guard, who warned him, "Just bring it back in the morning."
Asher nodded confidently, a sly grin playing on his lips as he pocketed the spare card. "Of course." he assured, the anticipation of the chase evident in his eyes as he entered the elevator.
As Damian gently closed the door behind him, the familiar scent enveloped him. A mixture of cologne and a hint of mischief lingered in the air. Slowly turning around, he found himself face to face with none other than Asher.
The sudden appearance of Asher in his apartment caught Damian off guard. The dim light revealed the mischievous glint in Asher's eyes, and Damian couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise. Before any of them could say anything, Damian's hand reached for the doorknob.
As Damian got ready to twist it, he found himself abruptly halted. The door met resistance, and before he could react, he was trapped in between Asher and the door. The unexpected closeness sent a subtle shiver down Damian's spine, and he shot Asher a bemused look.
His hand rested beside Damian's head, effectively blocking any attempt to open the door. There was a brief moment of silent tension, laden with unspoken words and the shared energy of their previous encounters.
Damian, feeling the proximity, couldn't help but tease, "Planning to keep me hostage in my own apartment, Asher?" His voice held a mix of amusement and curiosity.
Asher's lips curled into a mischievous grin as he replied, "Well, you did run away earlier. I figured I'd make sure you don't escape this time." His tone was light, but there was an undeniable undertone of playful flirtation. The close proximity and banter created a charged atmosphere between them, leaving Damian with a mixture of uncertainty and intrigue.
Damian, trying to maintain a casual demeanor, faked a yawn, as if he were ready to call it a night.
Asher, ever the enigmatic figure, responded with an arched eyebrow and a half-smirk. His gaze seemed to cut through Damian's facade, suggesting that he wasn't easily fooled by the yawn.
Damian, fully aware of the agreement, glanced around the room for a moment, contemplating his next move. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, and the challenge lay in whether Damian would play along or find an escape route. Asher, on the other hand, wore an expectant look, his gaze fixed on Damian, silently urging him to acknowledge the terms they had set.
A subtle tension filled the air as Damian met Asher's gaze, finding his green eyes fixed on Damian's lips. The unspoken agreement lingered, and the room seemed to shrink with the anticipation of what would happen next.
Asher, unable to resist the magnetic pull, leaned in closer, his breath mingling with Damian's in the small space between them. The room held its breath, a silent agreement playing out as their proximity bridged the gap between them.
Their lips finally met in a heated embrace, a rush of desire coursing through Asher. The kiss was passionate, igniting a flame that had been smoldering between them.
Caught off guard, Damian's initial surprise melted into pleasure. His lips responded instinctively to Asher's, the unexpected connection sending a thrilling shiver down his spine. Despite the suddenness, Damian found himself willingly entangled in the heat of the moment, his initial pretense of fatigue completely forgotten.
It was a dance of tongues, a silent agreement that spoke volumes. The room seemed to heat up, the air thick with the intensity of their connection.
As they reluctantly pulled away, the room hung heavy with an electrifying tension. Damian's eyes, wide and expressive, locked with Asher's intense gaze.
Asher's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Seems like you've chosen option two after all," he remarked, the implication of their agreement hanging in the air. Damian, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, felt a mix of nervousness and curiosity.
Damian chuckled and flushed red, attempting to maintain a casual demeanor. "Well, you did catch me," he said, feigning nonchalance. Deep down, curiosity mingled with a hint of excitement as he wondered how the night would progress with this new arrangement.
Asher leaned in, his breath grazing Damian's lips, and in a low, seductive tone, he asked, "Does that mean I have your permission?"
Damian, still holding onto his nonchalant facade, smirks slightly and replies, "Permission granted, but don't expect it to become a habit," he teased.
Asher, with a confident smirk, retorts, "We'll see about that. Actions speak louder than words."
The sudden movement caught Damian by surprise as Asher effortlessly lifted him. The close proximity and Asher's strong embrace sent a shiver down Damian's spine, a mix of anticipation and curiosity in his eyes.
Asher carried Damian further into the apartment, their lips locked in a heated embrace. The atmosphere was charged with a blend of desire and mischief. As they stumbled towards the bedroom, Asher squeezed Damian's bottom, causing Damian to pull away from the kiss and give him an unamused look.
Asher pushed Damian gently onto the bed, his hands trailing down Damian's chest and abs as he did so. Damian moaned softly, his eyes locked on Asher's as he moved closer. Asher's lips found Damian's, their kiss deep and intense as Asher's hands roamed over Damian's body, exploring every curve and contour.
Asher's fingers traced the outline of Damian's nipples, sending shivers down Damian's spine. Damian arched his back, his breath catching in his throat as Asher's touch sent waves of pleasure through him. Asher's hands moved lower, tracing the lines of Damian's hips and thighs, sending sparks flying between them.
Asher's lips moved lower, trailing kisses down Damian's chest and stomach, sending shivers through Damian's body. Damian's hands found their way into Asher's hair, pulling him closer as Asher's tongue dipped lower, teasing Damian's navel.
Damian's breath caught in his throat as Asher's lips found their way to Damian's cock, his tongue tracing the length of it as Damian moaned softly. Asher's hands moved lower, spreading Damian's legs as he continued to suck and lick, sending Damian over the edge.
Asher moved up Damian's body, his lips finding Damian's again as they kissed deeply. His hands found their way to Asher's shoulders, pulling him closer as Asher's cock pressed against Damian's. He moaned softly as Asher entered him, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that left them both breathless.
Asher's hands moved lower, gripping Damian's hips as they moved together, their bodies intertwined in a dance of passion and desire. Damian's hands found their way to Asher's chest, pulling him closer as they moved together, their bodies lost in the heat of the moment.
As they moved together, Asher's breath caught in his throat as Damian's body tightened around him, sending him over the edge. Damian's body followed, their bodies moving together in a final, explosive release.
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They were unaware of the sinister presence lurking just next door. Pierce could hear all the sounds coming from Damian's apartment.
Pierce's heart raced as he heard Damian's moans and cries of pleasure echo through the walls. He couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of jealousy at the thought of Damian being with someone else. But his jealousy only increased as his hand began to move beneath his pants, his touch sending shivers down his spine.
Pierce was obsessed with Damian, having harbored feelings for him for months. He had watched Damian from afar, waiting for his chance to make his move. But Damian's new relationship had thrown a wrench into his plans, leaving Pierce feeling frustrated and angry.
Pierce's hand moved faster beneath his pants, his breathing becoming more ragged as he imagined Damian's touch on his own body. He knew that now, he'd need Damian more than ever.
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A/N: Bro just imagine what I was going through while writing that entire scene.💀
No worries, I'll recover from it and bring y'all some more.👽