To make things worse [cw]

Did he even know how hot he looked right now? How his entire body tingled just to be closer to him. "Is it good, baby?" He muttered sweetly, a smile on his lips as he leaned down to kiss his neck, sucking lightly just over his pulse. Fuck, he could feel how hard he was getting just by feeling Jeremy up. "You want my mouth?" He muttered softly against his neck, lightly letting his tongue run over his skin and up to his ear where he moaned softly.

He looked down and the question made him chuckle a bit, shaking his head. "I won't bite him, if that's what you're worried about," he promised, leaning down to lick the nephilim's lips, feeling his mouth water with the thought of what he was about to do. He wasn't however excluding it, maybe because he didn't trust himself fully yet.
His kisses moved down, kissing along the faint happy trail on his lower stomach until he reached the seam of the underwear. Pulling the fabric down, his member sprung free, and he smiled seeing it like this. Gods he could feel his need, and it was fueling him. Leaning down he kissed the lips, sticking out his tongue to let it run along his slit. Humming, he smiled before engulfing his length.

He was allowed to bite him? He found it hard to believe, but nodded before going down south. If there was one thing that turned him on, it was hearing Jeremy struggle to keep himself in check. He was always so calm and collected, but the guy was melting beneath him. While bopping his head, he spread the nephilim's legs a little, his hand moving down as a finger slowly crept nearer his entrance. His body was tensing a little bit, feeling quite overwhelmed already, but it was like it only fueled him to continue. Removing his mouth from his member, he dripped saliva everywhere, lifting his hand to make his fingers nice and wet. "You wanna feel my finger, huh babe?" he muttered in a hushing voice, spreading the nephilim's ass cheeks slightly. He kissed around his member before kissing up the length of it.

His moan made him smile. Any thought about Jeremy's parents coming home any time soon was out the window. All he could think was getting the guy beneath him to squirm with all of the pleasure he could provide. Looking up at him, he slowly teased around his rim, letting him get used to the sensation of something this close to his entrance. Carefully he inserted a finger, gritting his teeth because fuck he felt tight. He could feel himself so hard just at the thought of what his insides felt like. His free hand grabbed around his member, jerking him off, letting more saliva drip from his lips to lube his length up further. Meanwhile he was slowly beginning to finger him, letting him get used to it all. "Fuck you look so sexy," he whispered, kissing member, trying to focus on breathing.

The beg could've driven him completely mad. Fuck, he wanted him to come, over and over until he could barely remember his own name. But he slowed down on jerking him, focusing on fingering him instead, biting his lower lip as he grabbed lightly at the nephilim's thigh. The mumble made him chuckle, "what about me?" he asked, looking at him with a spark in his eyes. He liked him like this, giving over any control he usually had and just enjoying what they were doing. Damiano moved his hand from the nephilim's thigh and to his underwear, pulling it down before he began jerking himself off, moaning as he looked at Jeremy. His finger kept teasing his entrance before inserting another finger. "You think I'm not getting off on seeing you squirm like this?" he asked, his member harder than he had ever felt it was. He wanted him, so badly, and yet he knew better than to just jump in to it. "Good boy," he would praise him, seeing him take his other finger so well.

Groaning he nodded, looking at him with lust filled eyes. He loved the nephilim, so much, and the fact that this was really happening hadn't truly hit him yet. "Yeah," he replied in a hasty voice. He wanted to feel his insides, wanted to feel that tightness around his member, but he also wasn't looking to just rip him open. Although the thought of it was slightly arousing in it of itself.
How he gasped made him smile, but it faded quickly as he focused on the nephilim. "I love seeing you stretched out for me," he said, curling his fingers slightly, trying to locate his prostate and wanting to make him squirm a little more. He needed to just relax a little bit more. "I want to make you mine," he admitted. He hadn't spoken much about his possessive tendencies, but right now he wanted Jeremy and no one else. "I want to claim you."

It was a bit strange. Damiano had never been possessive before. He had never wanted to have a claim to anyone, but with Jeremy it was like something inside of him needed that. It wasn't a healthy mindset, but he couldnt even think of that when the nephilim squirmed in delight, making him smile as he kept teasing the spot. "I can't describe it," he confessed, panting softly as he added a third finger. Gods he was so cute right now.
When it seemed like Jeremy had gotten used to his fingers he pulled them out, smiling as he saw how needy his hole was for him. Producing some extra saliva, he let it drip down on his member and Jeremy's entrance, biting his lower lip at the sight. Then for a moment he turned soft as he leaned over the nephilim, looking in to his eyes as he guided his member to his entrance, moaning at the feeling. He was tight, but not so much so that it would hurt too much. Or at least he hoped so. Beneath it all he still cared very deeply for Jeremy, and he looked in to his eyes as he slowly inserted himself. His shoulders trembling as he was clearly holding back from just shooting his whole length in to him. "I love you," he whispered, feeling like this was truly what love must've been like.

Should he have been more careful? Taking things slower and been more gentle? Yes. Double yes. But it was hard to ignore that primitive feeling of lust. He felt it got harder and harder to ignore his beastly side as he continued to press himself inside of him, moaning perhaps louder than intended, but he felt so heavenly. At long last he hit as far as he could, leaning down to the nephilim, looking in to his eyes as his hands caressed his sides. "Say you're mine," he groaned, leaning down to kiss his neck. His member throbbing and if the nephilim took too long to answer he would pull out only to slam in to him again, repeating his words that slowly sounded like a command more than a plea.

Damiano smiled, gritting his teeth as he felt so eager to just feel all of him. He felt amazing, like nothing he had ever felt before. His hands grabbed a bit harder around Jeremy's hips, pushing in so they were basically flush skin to skin. The whisper made him smile, "yes you are," he moaned, his fingernails digging in to the nephilim's soft warm flesh. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath, leaning down to kiss his lips, biting on his lower lip. He was thrusting at a more normal pace now, moaning as he felt his eagerness take over again. Biting down on his lip and making it bleed. The blood only seemed to fuel his needs, licking his lips before moving his kisses down, leaving smaller love bites along his neck. "You're really mine," he muttered, feeling the sweet blood on his tongue, keeping on thrusting in to him as he felt closer to the edge. "Mine ... Mine ... Mine..." he said for every thrust, biting a little harder for each time that he felt closer to the edge.

He loved him. He told himself that. And yet there was something deep within him that knew that this right now wasn't what it was supposed to be. The words he mumbled, careful, it made him realize that he was being selfish. He slowed down, laying down closer to him as he cupped his face. This time around he thrusted more tenderly, looking in to his eyes, kissing his face as he moaned softly. He had said he could come in him, and he nodded, wiping away some of his tears. He nodded, letting him know he heard him, but moved his hand down as he started jerking Jeremy's member. "Only if you cum with me," he whispered, his lips smeared with Jeremy's blood so he probably looked a little crazy.

When Jeremy finally gave in, he couldn't hold back either, holding back on pushing himself in further, actually opting to pull himself out a little more. Closing his eyes, trembles went through his body as he felt his euphoria overwhelm him, making him shiver with all of the emotions both of them felt. He sorta collapsed on the nephilim, panting and gasping softly for air as he just wrapped his arms closely around him. That was when he started to shiver, his shoulders moving as he felt like he was going to cry.

As Jeremy moved to sit up he got up from the bed, shying away from his touch. He was quiet, putting on his clothes as he mumbled something about needing to head home. "I did it again," he whimpered, holding his hand out if Jeremy tried to come closer. He had hurt the nephilim again, and Jeremy had said nothing. He hadn't even said it was hurting, but as he had reached his climax he had felt the pain he was in. "I need ... I'm not well," he said, getting in to his clothes as he stumbled out the door.