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The door opened and closed with a soft click, prompting Damen to raise his head, a ready denial on his lips.
“Nik, I really don’t need a surprise. I’m not -”
Whatever else he might have said vanished into a soft buzz of nothingness at the sight before him. The man was… beautiful. No other word could possibly do him justice. Pale gold hair flickered with blues and purples of the ambient lighting and his face, strong and delicate all at once, was half-bathed in shadows. And his lips, plush and slightly pinkened, were raised in an amused smirk.
“I take it this is unexpected,” the man said, eating up the distance between them with a long-legged stride. Long, slender legs, encased in obscenely tight trousers. Little was left to the imagination, and Damen’s brain had even less trouble imagining what lay beneath. Damen swallowed and forced his eyes back up.
“That is - well, yes.” Damen grinned and let out a soft laugh. He leaned back, suddenly all too conscious of the messy room, remnants of his friends’ sudden and rather suspicious departure. Although now, given the reveal of his “surprise”, it made quite a lot of sense.
“Yes,” he continued. “You are certainly a surprise.”
The man hummed noncommittally and slunk closer. The tiny smirk quirked his lips into a bow. “A good surprise?” he asked. His tongue darted out to wet said bow, and Damen’s groin tightened.
“Yes,” he said again, smiling. “Although I must admit I’ve never been with someone… like you… before.”
“And how am I like?” The man asked this as he came to a stop in front of Damen, knees nearly touching. Damen was forced to lean back to maintain eye contact. His pulse kicked up a notch.
“Well,” Damen said, then paused to clear his throat. He wasn’t nervous exactly, but he also had no wish to offend. “Someone who is…”
“Blonde?” Knees knocked against his briefly before planting on either side of Damen’s thighs. “Astoundingly good-looking?” Hands slid up the front of his shirt. The man leaned forward, breath ghosting against Damen’s flushed neck. “More interested in sucking your cock than learning your name?”
Damen dropped his head back with a groan. “I - I would like to know yours.” His breath hitched as hot lips suckled at his skin. “If that’s all right.”
Another soft hum. A swipe of a scorching tongue. “You can call me Ren.”
Ren. The name did not do him justice. A lie, most likely, but Damen would be damned if he cared right now. Assuming he had permission to touch as well, Damen slid his hands up the long, narrow thighs, pausing at Ren’s hipbones to massage his thumbs into the grooves before slipping his hands underneath his dark blue shirt. Ren responded by undulating his hips. He was hard - they both were.
“May I take your shirt off?” Damen asked.
Ren laughed lightly and raised his arms, brow arched. “You don’t have to ask.”
“Mm, but I do.” Damen tugged the shirt over Ren’s shoulders and tossed it out of the way. Tight pink nipples stared back at him and before he could question himself, he leaned forward and latched one between his teeth. Ren hissed, arching his back. “You like that,” he said appreciatively, kissing and nipping his way across the smooth expanse of alabaster skin. In a murmur, he added, “I like that you like that.”
A soft groan escaped Ren finally as Damen sucked hard on his chest. He was panting, tiny shivers racing across his skin whenever Damen focused on a particular nipple long enough. God, he was hot. Nic had certainly known what he was doing when he found Ren.
“I’d like to take off your pants as well,” Damen said eventually, drawing back enough to catch Ren’s eyes. His pupils were blown wide, cheeks flushed with color. “And then I’d really like to suck your cock, if that’s okay with you.”
Ren blinked, the briefest flash of confusion racing across his face before he settled back on his thighs and smirked. “So polite. Best get on with it then.”
Damen grinned.
Once they had switched places and Damen had peeled each limb out of its constrictive clothing, he set about worshiping every inch of skin he could reach - which was quite a lot. Ren reclined back on the sofa, arms spread on either side of him. His cock lay hard and leaking against his taut belly, twitching periodically as Damen teased his way upward.
Finally, his mouth was right where he wanted it and he wasted no time taking Ren’s cock to the back of his throat. Ren’s strangled shout was the most noise he’d made yet and it sent a jolt of arousal to Damen’s equally hard cock, which he’d freed before kneeling. He lazily palmed himself while establishing an easy rhythm. Ren shuddered and bit off every other moan, but Damen had never been so in tune with a lover before. Every tiny exhalation of air, every involuntary lurch of his hips, it was the most erotic thing Damen had ever witnessed. And he wanted more.
“I’m - wait,” Ren gasped, voice tight with strain. “Wait, I’m so close.”
Damen hummed around him and swallowed before lifting off. He continued gently stroking his balls. “What do you need?”
Ren panted, staring down at him. “You have to ask?” His eyes fluttered shut when Damen stroked up his cock and dragged a thumbnail across his leaking slit. “Please fuck me…”
“You want to come while I fuck you?” Damen's stomach tightened with anticipation, his cock jerking in his loose grip. “Is that what you want?”
There was a frantic edge to Ren’s nod. “Yes,” he said, and then again more firmly. “Yes.”
The private rooms at Triple G did not come with a bed, but they did contain many other multi-functional furniture including a full-sized couch and a chaise lounge. Placed discreetly along the side of the room was a selection of lubricants, condoms, and various sex toys for all body types. A bit bemused, Damen grabbed a simple bottle of lube and a condom and turned back toward Ren. His breath caught in his throat.
Given the lack of arms or backing, they had decided on the chaise lounge. While Damen had been busy staring at different anal plug options, Ren had draped himself across the chaise on his belly, knees tucked to his chest, ass on display. His skin shone in the dim lighting, glistening with sweat at the small of his back. His still-hard cock hung heavily between his spread thighs.
“You are so beautiful,” Damen said in a rush before he could consider how many times Ren might have heard those words uttered over him before. “I hope you know that.”
But Ren simply twisted his head around, a cheeky smile on his lips. “I appreciate actions considerably more than words,” he said.
Damen settled onto the chaise behind him. It was large enough for him to kneel, but not so wide that he couldn’t stand if he wished, legs spread on either side to allow himself more leverage. He wasn’t sure he wanted that yet. Right now, he wanted to touch and feel and press as much of himself onto Ren, into Ren, as he could manage.
Damen opened him up slowly, carefully. One finger became two, then three. He stroked Ren’s cock whenever he tensed, massaged his fingers in gentle circles inside of him, brushing his prostate again and again. By the time Ren’s body was loose and relaxed, he was trembling all over and for the first time since he had walked in the room, Damen felt the slightest bit hesitant about all this.
“Ren,” he said, continuing to finger him gently. “I know this is… your profession. But I am only interested in what is pleasurable for both of us. If you don’t want this… or if you want something different… you have to tell me.”
Ren had rested his forehead on the chaise some time ago, blocking his face from view. Even so, Damen felt the moment he froze. It did not last long, barely a few seconds, but the hesitation crept further in and he carefully withdrew his fingers.
“Ren,” he said again, “Please look at me.”
“I want you to fuck me,” Ren said harshly. “Quit acting so noble and just do it already.”
As if to prove his point, Ren reached behind him and grabbed Damen’s cock and lined himself up. He pushed back with his hips and, ah, god, Ren was so wet and so soft, and his head popped in with barely any force.
A groan ripped out of Damen. He placed one hand on Ren’s hip, another on his wrist. “Tell me first,” he said, breathing hard, “tell me you want this.”
“I want this.” Ren pushed back again and Damen’s cock sunk further into his tightness. They both moaned. “Fuck, yes, I want this!”
Damen nodded, realized Ren couldn’t see him, and breathed out, “Okay. Okay.”
Fingers spread on either side of Ren’s hips, Damen slowly pushed himself inside. The initial penetration had been deceivingly easy. Ren was tight. So fucking tight. Clearly impatient, Ren tried to impale himself further and Damen squeezed his hips in warning.
“Slow down,” he said. Damen swallowed, and dropped his head down to take a few steadying breaths. More gently, he repeated, “Slow down. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Ren tensed briefly before releasing a shaky breath. He nodded.
Damen pumped in and out slowly, sinking a little further each time. He continued smoothing his thumbs along Ren’s hipbones and felt him incrementally relax. Damen knew he was big. He knew it had to be hurting him, despite his best attempts to easing the process. But he also knew the pressure would eventually give way to pleasure and he was wildly keen to discover that moment.
At long last, Damen pulled back, sunk in all the way, and released a long groan. When he pulled back again and sunk in again, it was easier, and then easier still. Ren still trembled and panted beneath him but his breaths were no longer hitched with discomfort.
Damen leaned forward and kissed the back of Ren’s neck. “Now,” he murmured, “I’m going to fuck you.”
He toyed with a rhythm; long and slow, short and quick. Ren reacted beautifully to both, but it was only when Damen drew him back slightly and thrust in a new angle that he finally started to let go.
It was breathtaking to watch. He didn’t moan loudly or writhe in pleasure, he did not scream. And yet every moan seemed amplified, every jolt of his backside meeting Damen’s hips a thunderclap of sound and sensation. He tightened around Damen’s cock, thighs trembling wildly. He was close. So close.
Ren was, by far, the most reserved partner Damen had ever been with. Later, perhaps, we would reflect on this thought, but for now, his attention was reserved solely for the man beneath him.
Determinedly, Damen hit Ren’s prostate over and over. When he reached underneath and pumped Ren’s cock in time with his thrusts, the sound that tore from Ren was somewhere between a sob and a shout and hot jets of come shot over Damen’s hand.
Damen slowed, chest heaving, and worked Ren through his orgasm, only picking up his pace again once Ren had stopped convulsing around him. It didn’t take long for Damen after that. A dozen or so more thrusts into Ren’s tight, wet warmth and pleasure zipped up his spine a second before he collapsed against Ren and pumped his spend deep inside him.
Time stretched and warped for a while. They were both gasping for breath, sweat-slick bodies shuddering against one another. Damen wrapped his arms around Ren’s chest and rested his head on the back of his neck. Ren had collapsed to his belly after Damen finished and Damen could feel every uneven inhale from the way they were pressed together head to toe.
“All right?” Damen murmured. He slid his hands along Ren’s chest and shoulders. “Tell me if I’m crushing you.”
Ren said nothing for a long moment, though his frantic heartbeat did start to slow.
“You are a bit heavy,” he finally said. He cleared his throat. “If you ever need to reconsider your career options, you may have a future as a weighted blanket.
Damen chuckled, pressed a final kiss against Ren’s neck, and levered himself upright, careful to grasp the base of the condom as he withdrew his cock. He didn’t miss the wince, though Ren quickly hid behind a smirk as he rolled to his side and stood as well.
“Hey.” Damen caught his wrist before he could slip past. Ren’s eyes flicked to Damen’s hand before lifting to his eyes. His face was flushed and sweaty, hair darkened to a burnished gold where it had fallen into his face. Damen resisted the urge to brush it away because Ren’s expression was oddly reserved.
“I really enjoyed this,” Damen said, wincing at his own earnestness. “Would you be willing to see me again?”
Ren’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s…” A series of expressions flickered across his face before he seemed to settle on amused. “You don’t have to ask. Or rather, you do, but not through me.”
Damen blinked before his brain caught up with him. “Right. Of course. But still. I assume if you didn’t… like someone, you could decline?” He attempted to cover his grimace with a smile. “Right?
“Right,” Ren echoed, his smile softening. “Of course.”
They didn’t talk much after that. Ren pulled out soft wash rags and pre-warmed water from a hidden cubbyhole and carefully wiped Damen down. Damen’s attempt to return the gesture was gently rebuffed, so he settled on watching instead.
Finally, once they were both dressed, they faced each other once more and Damen was at a loss for words. Had he started tonight knowing his best friend had hired someone like Ren for his birthday surprise, he would have flatly refused. But now… every expectation had been thwarted. Ren was nothing like Damen might have expected. And Damen… well, he had not had nearly enough time with him.
“Your room is reserved until morning,” Ren said, yanking Damen back to the present. “Drinks and food have already been paid for, so feel free to indulge.” He paused before adding, “Should you need additional entertainment, you only need to request it through the menu.”
It was like being doused in cold water. Damen attempted a smile but found himself nearly frozen instead. Seeming to sense his uneasiness, Ren raised a hand and ran it along Damen’s face before dropping it to his collar.
“Before you ask, no, I’m not on the menu,” he said, his voice nearly a purr. Damen shivered. “I am a special course and only available for select occasions. Such as this. Until next time, lover.”
Before Damen could formulate a response, Ren slipped from the room. As Damen stared at the spot where he’d just stood, as he fingered the residual warmth of Ren’s fingers on his chest, he realized they had never even kissed.