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inchargemarge · Site Admin Joined: 25 Apr 2016 Posts: 7946

Damien grinned into the kiss, even a breathy and excited groan escaped his lips. He moved then to be leaning over him, Damien wanted to be as close as possible for their heavy petting but didn’t want to crush him either.

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PeanutButterGoddess · Joined: 25 Apr 2016 Posts: 7965

Owen smiled and shifted himself to accommodate Damien above him. He stretched a leg around Damien's waist and used his heel to coax Damien closer. He reached up with his other hand to run his fingers through the blond's hair.
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inchargemarge · Site Admin Joined: 25 Apr 2016 Posts: 7946

Damien settled atop Owen carefully, following his coaxing he placed himself between his legs; eagerly ravishing Owen with kisses. Damien’s hand found itself under Owens shirt, slowly snaking up his side, caressing his frame.

PeanutButterGoddess · Joined: 25 Apr 2016 Posts: 7965

Owen pulled away from the kiss to let out a breathy little sigh, arching into the touch, but he quickly leaned back in to resume their kissing. Between the budding sexual tension and the alcohol, Owen's head was a little spinny and he was having trouble processing actual thoughts long enough to put them into words or action, but after a little trial and error, he broke the kiss again. He reached up to cup at Damien's face.

"I like where this is going," He began, "but, full disclosure, I've never really done anything...well, all the way." He admitted, not ashamed. His parents never really raised him or his siblings to be ashamed of anything that was uniquely them.
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inchargemarge · Site Admin Joined: 25 Apr 2016 Posts: 7946

Damien was panting already, but he appreciated the honesty and smiled.

“That’s not a problem, but, I wouldn’t feel right going all the way, unless you were sober.” Damien explained. “But I’ve been dying to touch you all night, I’m happy just doing this.” He breathed.

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Owen gave a little laugh before looping his arms around Damien's neck and coaxing him back towards him.

"You could have kissed me forever ago, but whatever." He joked before giving him another kiss. "I appreciate your restraint and honesty." He murmured against his lips.
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inchargemarge · Site Admin Joined: 25 Apr 2016 Posts: 7946

Damien chuckled a little into the kiss but resumed where they had paused. Steamy kisses and wandering hands, Owen under him was something he’d like to get used to.

PeanutButterGoddess · Joined: 25 Apr 2016 Posts: 7965

((FF))

Things got heated, for sure, but, just as Damien promised, he and Owen did not go "all the way", although, they certainly did more than just kissing.

Owen had lost his shirt and pants somewhere along the way and after having cleaned himself up a bit (ahem), he was passed out in a nest of blankets on his bed. His chest and neck were littered with little red marks that would surely turn and his hair was a fluffy mess after having Damien's hands rung through it through their petting.
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inchargemarge · Site Admin Joined: 25 Apr 2016 Posts: 7946

Damien was in the process of zipping up his pants before locating his shirt to pull back over his frame. His own hair was tussled but he didn’t mind. His bruised lips folded into a content smile as he admired Owen in his next of blankets.

He reached down to pet the mess of ruffled hair atop his head affectionately.

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Owen let out a sleepy little whine and he reached up to grab Damien's wrist. He gave it a half-hearted squeeze before his hand sleepily fell back to the mattress and he shuffled in the blankets to get comfortable again.
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inchargemarge · Site Admin Joined: 25 Apr 2016 Posts: 7946

“I’m gonna head out, call me tomorrow though.” Damien whispered into the blankets. He finished dressing, coat and shoes and all before scrawling his number on a previously wadded up receipt. He left it on the dresser with a glass of water he had gotten for Owen. Worried the fan could blow it away, he tucked it under the glass. He gave Owen one final look over before stepping out, shutting the door behind him.

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((FF))

Havania and Navrik raised their kids to be unabashedly themselves and to live with as few regrets as possible, so embarrassment and aforementioned regret was essentially foreign to Owen when he woke up the night after the party, covered in hickies, half naked, and no Damien, said hickey giver, to be seen. He was a bit wounded, but became even more so when there was no attempt to contact him, but as shame was a concept Owen wasn’t familiar with, he quickly set to “getting over it”.

It’d been about a month and all physical evidence of that night was long gone as he entered a fabric store in a sweeping crop top with a list for the costume production team he and his troupe were working with.

He lifted his sunglasses to better read the list as he stood in an aisle of polyester fabrics.
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inchargemarge · Site Admin Joined: 25 Apr 2016 Posts: 7946

Damien was incredibly wounded when he didn’t hear from Owen. Did he not have fun? Did Damien do something wrong? Or worse yet, did he meet someone else...?

He moped and pouted everyday he didn’t hear from Owen. Everyone at the house was over it and tired of hearing about it. It had been about a month and he was still pouting about it. Normally a model employee, Damien was bitterly organizing his desk where he cut and measured fabric. He looked grumpy, adding that to his wavy hair pulled up into a lazy bun he was hard to recognize.

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“I don’t know what any of this is.” Owen admitted to himself. He glanced around and didn’t see an associate immediately, so he poked his head out from the aisle to find one. The store wasn’t busy really, so the first worker he saw was a tall blond working at the cutting station. “Excuse me, can you help me? I have no idea what I’m looking for.” He said as he began over, holding up his list for emphasis.
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“Sure.” Damien began while still messing about his station. He turned around then and immediately recognized the person as Owen.

“Oh my god.” He blurt, immediately pink and panicked.

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