Damien Whitman

*i had opened my bedroom door, my room filled with the gentle scent of rose incense as usual, my favorite. i had some kind of nature ambiance noise video playing, and a book in my hand, my finger tucked between the pages to mark where i had left off. i was wearing my usual around the house clothes, an overly large black t-shirt that had the words "I Love Ramen" on it and loose sweatpants, and my hair was down and loose as always when i wasn't working. i blinked at you a bit surprised, uncomprehending for a split second before i took in your sweaty appearance, your flushed skin, and my nurturing instincts kicked in as i stepped forward, pressing my hand worriedly against your forehead.* what's wrong? do you have a fever? you're all sweaty and red, Damien.

*i looked even more concerned as you moaned, thinking it was a moan of pain rather than pleasure. a flicker of confusion crossed my face when you denied it was a fever and that something had been wrong with your protein powder, however, when you said you couldn't stop thinking about me, my eyes widened and i blushed darkly as i pulled my hand away from your forehead. i took a small uncertain step back at the way you looked at me, my book falling forgotten from my hand. i gasped quietly as you began begging me for help, my blush only growing darker and darker. i couldn't resist glancing down over your body, the tension in your muscles, and now i noticed the shape of your hard cock pressing out your pants. i brought a hand up to cover my mouth, torn between uncertainty and elated arousal.* w-what...? Damien...i...we...w-we've never done anything like that....i'm.... *i hesitated, looking at your face, and my heart went out to you. even though we were friends, i had always admired your physique, but i had always considered it an idle attraction, nothing serious. and surely just once to help my friend wouldn't be bad, right? i reluctantly nodded and stepped back further to let you into my room.* okay i...i guess....just once.