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Mark grips the pillow under his head, trying to keep himself under control while Damien slowly and methodically reduces him to pieces. He’s sweating, chest heaving, biting his lip to hold back the noises Damien keeps ripping out of him. His fingers are long and slender and are plunging deep into him with controlled finesse, leaving him gasping.
“Where- ah- Where did you learn how to do this?” Mark asks angrily as Damien nails his prostate for the third time in a row. It’s unfairly hot.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, boy scout,” Damien purrs.
Mark feels his face heat with resentment at the idea of Damien fucking someone else- multiple someone elses- enough to get this good. When Mark had pictured this before (shamefully, with his hand down his pants), he had pictured bending Damien over and fucking him slow, guiding him through his first time mean and condescendingly. He pictured fucking him from the back so he wouldn’t have to look at his stupid face, but tearing him apart at the seams with pleasure so he’d be ruined for anyone else.
But Damien’s got Mark flat on his back, stripped naked while Damien’s only shirtless- and he definitely hadn’t expected the toned torso that greeted him- while Mark is writhing on the edge of begging Damien to finally fuck him.
“Jesus, can you get on with it?” He says breathlessly instead of the Please please fuck me I need it before I go crazy that’s actually rolling around in his head.
“Say please,” Damien goads with a smile, then curls his fingers and makes Mark see stars.
“ Fuck! Please get on with it!”
Damien rolls his eyes then finally pulls his fingers out, leaving Mark empty while he crosses the room and pulls out a strap from the dresser in the corner. He takes his time shuffling out of his jeans and stepping into the harness, tightening the straps one at a time.
"Would you just put your dick on and come fuck me already?" Mark snaps and Damien angrily pulls the last strap tight.
"You'll get it when I give it to you," he says darkly, moving back towards the bed. Mark feels heat rush down to his core at the demand. Damien grabs the lube and coats himself fully, Mark watching impatiently the whole time.
He presses in slow enough that Mark starts to fuck his hips down to get him to move faster.
“God, you want it pretty bad, huh?” Damien grips his hips tighter in his hands and thrusts in hard- hard enough that it would’ve hurt had Mark not been prepped so thoroughly. Mark can’t help the loud groan he lets out, fists clenching in the sheets.
He wonders if Damien feels as crazy right now as he does. Because this is crazy- showing up on Damien’s doorstep after a breakup, picking a fight with him just to fucking feel something, then ending up in his bed- No one he knows would consider this healthy behavior.
Damien starts a hard rhythm, bending over Mark and fucking into him with abandon. Mark grabs onto Damien's shoulders, digging his nails into his skin until he hisses in pain. Mark gets a little thrill at the sound.
"Look at what you did," Damien growls into Mark's neck, "I was perfectly fine before you came back."
"Not fine enough to turn me away," Mark grins, reveling in the confirmation that Damien does, in fact, feel as fucked about this as he does.
Damien bites him in the shoulder in retaliation but doesn't slow his thrusts in the slightest. Mark can feel the heavy breathing on his neck, the way Damien won't look at him, the tight grip he has on his hips- all evidence that he's not as in control as he's pretending.
Mark wraps his legs around Damien's waist and moans as the angle changes and hits him just right. Damien's mostly quiet, aside from the occasional curse, but Mark wants to hear more.
"C'mon, let me hear you. I know you want me. I know you."
"You don't know shit," Damien bites back, thrusting particularly hard, then grabbing Mark's dick, stroking in time. He finally looks at him, and his dark gaze makes Mark red in the face. "You told me to move on, you prick. But look who came crawling back."
Mark whines, jerking his hips like he can't tell whether he wants to get closer to the stimulation or farther away. He wants to reply, say something snarky and mean that would crumble Damien's confidence, but he can't find the words past, " God, fuck me harder."
And to his credit, Damien listens.
Mark leaves scratch marks down Damien's back as he fucks him within an inch of his life, cursing into his shoulder, “Fuck, you’re desperate for it, aren’t you? All that talk, and you’re falling to pieces on my dick.”
“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” Mark babbles, throwing his head back as his climax overtakes him and he comes. His toes curl and he’s making the most embarrassing torrent of sounds, but he can’t help it.
Damien fucks him through it, going until Mark is whining from overstimulation and flushed down to his shoulders.
Finally, he pulls out and flops over onto the bed beside him, breathing hard, and Mark refuses to look at him because he knows he’ll look irresistible with ruffled hair and a flushed face. He doesn’t want to know what Damien looks like post-coitus. He doesn’t.
He turns to look at Damien to find him staring right back.
“What?”
“Jesus, am I not allowed to even look at you anymore?”
Mark rolls his eyes, "You can do whatever you want."
"Except have a life, apparently."
"I don't care that you have a life, Damien. In fact, I'm happy for you! You've learned to be a functioning human being. Congrats."
"That's bullshit. You don't want me to be happy. You want me to be this fucked up counterpart to your fucked up little life. Well, it's not happening. I've got work tonight, so you can show yourself out," Damien gets up and grabs a tissue to clean himself up, taking off the harness and pulling on his jeans as he goes.
Mark sits up, "Are you serious? You're hitting-and-quitting me?"
"I'm not doing anything to you, Mark, that's kind of the whole point."
"I came all the way here! For you!"
"You got what you wanted. You got to yell at me, I fucked you, and now you get to move on. Closure, or whatever." Damien has his back turned to him, the scratch marks prominent on his toned form, and Mark seethes.
"That's not what I wanted. I wanted-"
"What? What did you want, Mark?" Damien turns around to face him, anger plain on his face. "For me to let you take your anger out on me? Then quit my job, my life, my home, and run away with you? Because you suddenly decided you can't move on?"
"I-"
"No, Mark. I don't want to hear it. Just go."