Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.

Before Fred could react, Damien suddenly leaned forward and pressed his lips against Fred’s.

Fred’s eyes widened in shock.

What is he doing now? he thought inwardly, swallowing hard. His first instinct was to pull away....to demand an explanation but his body betrayed him. Instead of breaking the kiss, he remained frozen, allowing Damien’s lips to move against his. When Damien’s tongue slipped into his mouth, slow and deliberate, Fred felt his breath hitch.

The kiss deepened.

Damien kissed him like a man on the verge of losing something precious....desperate, hungry, almost angry. Fred’s fingers curled against the sofa cushion as his resistance melted little by little.

After what felt like forever, Damien finally pulled back. His breathing was uneven, and his eyes were slightly watery, as if he were fighting hard to keep tears from falling.

"You..." Fred began, but the word caught in his throat. He cleared it and tried again, his voice lower this time. "Do you even know what you just did?"

Damien didn’t hesitate. His expression turned serious, almost stubborn.

"Yes," he replied firmly. "I just showed you how I’ll kiss that omega if I see him again."

Fred let out a dry scoff, raising an eyebrow. "Do you know who I am?" he challenged. "Do you even realize who you just kissed, Damien?"

Instead of answering with words, Damien closed the distance again and crashed his lips against Fred’s. This time, the kiss wasn’t slow, it was desperate, consuming. His hands gripped Fred’s shirt as if he were afraid Fred might disappear.

Fred’s mind screamed at him to push Damien away, but his body refused to cooperate. He kissed him back just as fiercely, his fingers gripping Damien’s waist.

Damien was a good kisser....there was no denying it. The way his lips moved, the way he tilted his head just right, the way his tongue teased and dominated, it was the kind of kiss that made you melt even when you didn’t want to.

What are you doing, Fred? he scolded himself inwardly. You should stop this.

But he didn’t.

Damien stood up slightly, tugging Fred with him, and began unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. Each click of the buttons coming undone felt louder than it should have.

"You should stop," Fred muttered weakly, though there was no strength behind his words.

Damien didn’t respond. He simply continued until the shirt fell open, leaving Fred shirtless. His gaze trailed down Fred’s chest slowly, appreciatively, making heat pool low in Fred’s stomach.

Damien’s hand moved to Fred’s trousers. With steady fingers, he unbuttoned and unzipped them, pushing them down just enough to reveal his white boxers and the obvious hardness straining beneath.

"Damn it," Fred cursed under his breath. He had tried to control himself, but his body had clearly chosen otherwise.

Damien’s hand slipped inside, wrapping around him firmly.

Fred’s head fell back against the sofa as a low moan escaped his lips. His control shattered instantly. Damien stroked him slowly at first, testing, watching every reaction. When Fred’s hips jerked forward, Damien’s grip tightened.

Damien had broken the kiss fully this time, moving lower, his mouth trailing along Fred’s jaw and down his neck. He pushed Fred back onto the sofa and climbed over him, positioning himself between Fred’s legs.

Will he even remember this tomorrow? Fred wondered through the haze of pleasure. He’s terribly drunk. What if this means nothing to him in the morning?

His chest tightened at the thought.

Just forget it, he told himself. I just want to feel him one last time before I leave this country. That’s not too much to ask... is it?

With that, he grabbed Damien’s waist and pulled him closer. He reached down and freed Damien from his trousers, wrapping his hand around him and stroking him in return.

Damien sucked in a sharp breath. "Fred... fuck."

Their movements became frantic, desperate. Skin against skin. Heavy breathing filling the room.

Damien’s forehead pressed against Fred’s as they moved together.

"I’m cumming," Damien groaned.

"Me too," Fred admitted breathlessly.

Their hands moved faster, strokes losing rhythm as pleasure built uncontrollably.

"Oh fuck...." they both cried out almost at the same time.

Their bodies tensed, and they cummed together, breaths ragged, hands messy, the aftermath staining their fingers and the couch beneath them.

For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing.

But Damien wasn’t done.

Without hesitation, he lowered himself and wrapped his lips around Fred dick, taking him fully into his mouth. His hand slid lower, gently cupping his balls and playing with him as he moved with deliberate skill.

Fred’s back arched off the sofa.

"Oh....yes..." he moaned loudly, unable to hold it in. His fingers tangled in Damien’s hair, gripping tightly. "Damien..."

The way Damien’s mouth worked...slow, then fast, then slow again was almost sinful. It was careful and intense all at once, as though he wanted to memorize every reaction Fred gave him.

Fred’s thoughts were a mess. His body trembled under the overwhelming sensation.

Why does it feel this good? he wondered helplessly.

And despite every warning voice in his head, despite the uncertainty of tomorrow, he let himself drown in the pleasure Damien was giving him.

"Slurp... slurp... slurp..."

"Oh....fuck! I’m cumming," Fred gasped, his voice trembling as he felt his orgasm building rapidly. His fingers tightened in Damien’s hair, and his thighs tensed. Within seconds, he released, spilling into Damien’s mouth.

Damien gagged slightly at the sudden rush but didn’t pull away. He swallowed every drop, determined, almost possessive...refusing to let a single trace escape.

Fuck... this scent. Damien thought hazily as he lifted his head. Even through his drunken state, he could perceive that familiar omega scent he had longed for. It wrapped around him, intoxicating and addictive.

He’s here again, Damien thought, trying to focus his blurry vision. He attempted to open his eyes fully to see the face of the person he was sharing this reckless night with, but everything remained unfocused and distorted.

He actually came back to me...

Before Damien could process the thought further, Fred pushed him back onto the couch. With a mixture of urgency and emotion, Fred took Damien into his mouth, his lips wrapping around him as he began to suck with steady rhythm.

"Oh, fuck!" Damien moaned loudly, his hands instinctively gripping Fred’s head. He guided him, holding him firmly as Fred took more of him in, the movement deep and deliberate.

Fred didn’t pull back, even when it became difficult to breathe. His saliva coated Damien generously, creating a slick glide that allowed Damien to move smoothly in and out of his mouth.

"Don’t stop," Damien groaned, his voice strained.

Fred only hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt through Damien’s body.

"I’m cumming..." Damien warned hoarsely, but it was too late.

He released into Fred’s mouth, his body tensing as pleasure overtook him. Fred swallowed everything without hesitation, lifting his gaze briefly in silent challenge before pulling away.

Neither of them had fully recovered when Damien suddenly shifted.

Before Fred could steady himself, Damien turned him onto his hands and knees. Fred’s breath caught as he felt the shift in dominance.

Damien positioned himself behind him, his hands gripping Fred’s hips firmly. Without wasting time, he rubbed the head of his cock against Fred’s entrance, slow and teasing.

Fuck... it’s time. Fred cursed inwardly, closing his eyes as anticipation coiled inside him....half excitement, half fear.

Then Damien thrust forward in one decisive motion.

"Fuck!" Fred cried out, the sudden intrusion making his entire body jolt. The sensation was sharp at first, almost overwhelming, but beneath it was a growing wave of pleasure that he couldn’t deny.

Damien stilled for a moment, giving him time to adjust, his fingers digging into Fred’s hips.

"Relax," Damien muttered through clenched teeth.

Then he began to move.

Slow at first. Then gradually faster.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room as Damien thrust back and forth, setting a rhythm that made Fred’s head fall forward. His eyes rolled back as pleasure overtook the initial pain, turning it into something intoxicating.

*****

Meanwhile, back to Gabe.

Gabe tried opening his eyes, but the bright sunlight streaming through the window made him squint. He groaned softly, turning his head away from the glare. After blinking several times, he finally forced his eyes open...

Only for them to land on Romeo sleeping peacefully beside him, his bare chest rising and falling steadily.

Gabe shot upright immediately.

"What the hell?"

He rubbed his eyes aggressively, trying to confirm that he wasn’t hallucinating. If anyone was supposed to be beside him, it should have been Alex not Romeo.

His mind scrambled.

He clearly remembered leaving the Golden Factory with Alex after Alex had proposed to him. They had been together. So how did he end up here... in Romeo’s bed?

"What the fuck is going on here?!" Gabe shouted, shoving Romeo hard.

Romeo stirred, groaning in annoyance as he blinked awake.

"Why the fuck am I here?!" Gabe demanded again.