School Shenanigans [cw]

He had been hurting, but that was perhaps because he could feel Jeremy's hurt in all of this as well. The bad feelings just got amplified and fed directly into his system, but everything seemed to stop hurting as the nephilim finally admitted his feelings. He felt his shoulders tremble a bit, looking at the nephilim with soft watery eyes. He had been so close to just crying but it felt like it was alright now. Jeremy looked down, but Damiano wasn't having it, reaching his hand down to cup his cheek. Gods, just feeling him in his hand made him so happy and it made him feel a bit of shame again. "You've hurt me a lot," he admitted, his thumb caressing his cheek gently, looking at him and hopefully him looking back. "But it's not something that can't be mended." Maybe it was a bit of a stretch that everything could just change in a second, but he just had to let him know that there was still a chance for them if he wanted.
"I just wish our first kiss hadn't been like that ... So driven by fear and impulse," he sighed, letting go of his face. "Get dressed ... I'll fix you something to eat, alright?" To Damiano the greatest way to show love was to cook and care for a person. He saw it in his parents when they were trying out new recipes, he saw it in his grandparents always trying to put more food on their plates.

While Jeremy got dressed, Damiano went out to get the bread out of the oven, placing it on the stovetop to cool down while he found some serrano and cheeses in the fridge. The bread was still a bit hot as he cut some pieces off of it, steam coming out of it and filling the apartment with a nice aroma of spice. He liked adding thyme to his bread, just to give it a small kick. Taking the plate of bread, cheese and meat in to the bedroom he handed it to the nephilim, sighing as he saw that his buttons were uneven. Damiano moved over, sitting down on his knees in front of him as he unbuttoned the shirt to then button it correctly. The hybrid himself was still bare chested, but he also was rather warm to begin with. "There you go," he said, looking up at him from the floor a faint smile on his lips before moving away, giving him some space to eat in peace. Meanwhile he found a record that he put on, just some calm 60s music that had a lot of instrumental between the lyrics.

Damiano felt almost relieved as he saw Jeremy actually eating. Perhaps because he had seen how empty the guy's stomach actually was, and that wouldn't fly in this household. The mention of Riley made him hum, agreeing clearly as he stood by his desk, removing his rings and putting them back in place. "That's why he's been banned from Kelsey's parties for so long," he said, looking at Jeremy on the bed. He looked rather cute right now, even though saying that after being victimized wasn't really something that fit together. So he kept it to himself. "He even tried blaming me ... Saying that I was the one who drugged you so I could have my way with you or something of that caliber," he said, running his now ring free hands through his long messy hair. He kept his necklace on, it hitting just about where his sternum was. "He does it because he's insecure, because he gets a high out of taking advantages of another person and being in control," not that it excused what had been done, but it could explain a lot.

Fucked up. Yeah, they could agree on that. Damiano just let the nephilim control what they spoke about, mostly because he was afraid of just bursting in to some tired long monologue. But then the mention of Jeremy's two friends made him scoff, shaking his head a little as he came over, sitting down on the floor. He just wanted to keep his distance, just in case the nephilim didn't want him close. "Yeah, Kurtis was really keen on the two of us talking it out," he said, gesturing quotation marks for what the lycan had said. Breathing out he leaned back against a beanbag, looking up at the ceiling. "I don't know, I just felt like I was being too pushy and staying away from you might discourage me from doing something you wouldn't like," he admitted, just looking up at the ceiling, one hand resting on his bare chest, another running up and rubbing his face a little. "It's just ... Fuck, after you kissed me-" he said, hiding his face away under his hand, closing his eyes. He didn't even know where he was going with this, but the kiss had made him feel so good and afterwards so bad, because he felt like it had been forced.

Damiano scoffed, a smile spreading on his lips as he thought about it and then Jeremy asked what he meant. "It was all I could think about, like how happy you made me, how good it felt, how badly I wanted to kiss you again," he said, removing his hand as he looked up at the ceiling while smiling feeling a little goofy. He wasn't really one to fall in love, he more so fell in lust, but with Jeremy it was like something deeper. His smile faded a bit as he thought about it further. "But then I started to feel guilty for liking it, because I had clearly forced you out of your comfort zone ... I got scared and thought that perhaps you'd resent me or hold it against me at some point," he said more seriously, turning his head to look at Jeremy with a sad smile. "The last thing I want is for you to be miserable because of something I've done," your parents do that enough, although the last part he kept to himself.

Damiano looked at Jeremy as he got up, sitting up a bit, clearly ready to catch or support him if he needed it. He was still rather aware of the fact that the nephilim might still be a bit unsteady on his feet. However as he sat down, he could just feel his heart beat faster. Touching his hand he sighed, his fingers curling and caressing the inside of his palm. Needed that push. Maybe he was right, but he was not going to push him into things he would come to regret. Turning his head he looked at the seraph by his side, a warm smile on his lips. "Can I kiss you then?" he asked. He would respect a no and wouldn't dig in to it further. It was perfectly normal if Jeremy still felt too vulnerable after what he had gone through.
However if he gave a verbal positive reply, he would sit up. His free hand reaching up to cup his face, knowing that the nephilim had really liked that gesture. Leaning in slowly, he held their faces close, feeling his breath against his lips, sighing before he pressed their lips together. It was a different kiss. It wasn't urgent or stressful, rather it was gentle and calming. It was a kiss that clearly showed Damiano had experience, and yet also showing that he was there to take care of Jeremy if he let him.

This felt like kindergarten stuff, asking if they could kiss each other, only holding hands and all that. It was sweet and innocent. Something Damiano hadn't really tried before. Their lips connected and Damiano felt like everything in this world made sense. Feeling his hand against his neck it was almost intoxicating to feel all that happiness all at once, but he loved it. The kiss got broken, and Damiano was just sitting still, his breath haltering as he wasn't sure what would happen. Would he run off again? Leave him just as heartbroken as before? But then he said something that made the hybrid chuckle, nodding as he guided the nephilim closer. "Here," he said, gesturing to his lap. He couldn't hide that his body was reacting, but he was not trying to draw attention to it. His hands moved up Jeremy's chest, up to his jaw and then his fingers intertwined with the short hair on his head, pulling him down in a tender kiss. His lips moving a bit more eagerly than before, but still clearly holding back as he tried not to make any sudden movement. He kissed him again, this time moving his kisses down his throat until he reached the button that closed and hid the nephilim's chest. "Just tell me if you don't like what I'm doing," he spoke gently against his skin, kissing it as his hands moved down along his body, unbuttoning the shirt, giving his chest a kiss for each button.

It was clear that the nephilim felt a little out of his comfort zone, but everyone felt that with something new. It was just a matter of if he was willing to let himself feel all of this. However there was really no doubt as Damiano felt just how eager Jeremy was, feeling him touch his chest. Pulling away briefly he looked a bit confused as he disclosed that he didn't want to ruin the moment. But then his confession came and he had to bite back a chuckle, unbuttoning the last button and removing his shirt. "Careful not to stroke my ego too much," he teased, but he did like the compliment. It was sweet and genuine. "If it means anything ... I think you're really beautiful too," he said, kissing Jeremy gently before moving his kisses down again. His lips dancing rather delicately over one of his nipples, licking it a bit before pulling away, blowing cold air on the spit. "I wish you could see yourself through my eyes; Feel just how good you make me feel," he sighed, his hands grasping softly at his bare back. Gods, this guy had muscles especially for someone who was a self-proclaimed nerd.

The moans he made were so sweet, a little raspy but it was the best sound he had ever heard, and not being able to contain himself he dug his fingertips into the nephilim's strong back. Compared to him, Damiano was rather tall and lanky. Sure, he had some muscles, but he was just slender. Jeremy had a different quality, he had nice wide shoulders with toned muscles. His skin almost soft to the touch, and his scent luring him in further. The hybrid was not one to get drunk, but he sure did feel like it just by being close to him. His argument made him chuckle, "you actually would've," he muttered, but he seemed to forget all about it as his arms were now around him, kissing him once more, feeling their skin connected Damiano couldn't help but groan softly against his lips. His heart was going a little crazy, the feelings blurring and he couldn't really tell who was most into this. His hands moved down, grabbing on to his butt, pressing him closer, letting him feel how turned on he was, although trying not to insinuate that this was where it was going. His kisses turned more sensual as his lips separated, his tongue slipping out and licking his gently. "I just want to taste you," he pleaded longingly.

Everything about Jeremy just ticked off all the right boxes in his head, from the way he moaned to how his heart was beating. The attraction had been there all along, but it was only now he realized just how much he cared for him as well. Pressing him closer and hearing him moan was making his eyes water a bit, because the pure joy was almost overwhelming, feeling their hearts beat in so perfect unison. And his tongue? He had never tasted anyone as sweet as this. Maybe it was his first time doing all of this, but it all felt so natural and not rehearsed. Truly like they were in the moment. But then Damiano had to stop, pulling away as he was trying to catch his breath. His jeans felt so tight, but he hadn't really let go of Jeremy's behind yet, pressing it closer once more as he was almost overwhelmed with need. "Probably best if we stop," he whispered, although it was clear he didn't want to. He wanted to keep going, feel all of him, but maybe that was a big mouthful for the nephilim right now. "Fanculo, you feel so good," he mumbled against Jeremy's full lips, kissing him again, only in smaller pecks.

He had to grit his teeth a little, his jaw tensing as he heard what he was saying. However the notion that he wasn't feeling good made him frown. "You think I am not enjoying myself?" he asked, because clearly he was. He was just unsure of where the line was and he was scared of crossing it and breaking the nephilim's trust. Besides that he was afraid that he was somehow manipulating the situation, even though he wasn't doing it consciously. The hands moved down his chest and he groaned softly, leaning in to his touch before the hands were between them. He looked down shortly, feeling the restraints of his pants not as severe as they were now unbuttoned, but it didn't make him stop worrying. "You don't have to do this," he reminded him, taking his hands, holding them gently as he searched the nephilim's eyes. Was he just trying to please him? Damiano wanted something deeper than just desire, even though he did long for Jeremy, he wasn't in a rush. "I feel good as long as I get to kiss you," he promised him.

It was like everything he did was just right. And sitting here in a lonely apartment he found it hard not to just give in right away. He wanted more, and Damiano scoffed but smiled because that was kinda cute. "I'll do anything you want me to," he confessed, kissing the nephilim before laying back against the bean bag, looking at him with a warm smile on his lips. "Go on then," he said in a more challenging voice, not interfering because Jeremy had to figure this out himself. He had to trust his instincts, even though he had been suppressing them for so long. He however would only be comfortable with the underwear being slid down far enough to actually release his member.
Damiano had a reasonably sized length, but it was after all supposed to be proportional to his height. Biting his lip he looked at Jeremy and then his hands, leaning his head back a bit just to get a better sense of controlling himself. "Mhmmm come here," he moaned, pulling Jeremy up over him, still letting him have access to his free member that was throbbing lightly at the touch. His hands moved fast, opening his pants, but only sliding his hands down his back, grabbing more firmly on to his ass cheeks. He honestly couldn't help it when he felt this stimulated.