Thread: Questionable Interests (Translucentfeathers & Goddess)

Damien watched carefully as he saw Joseph's smile fall and he felt a slight twinge of regret at the mockery he made in regards to Joseph's own mask and the layers the other man cloaked himself with. It was an odd feeling, regret, settling in the pit of his stomach and making him want to lean in and kiss him until that sharp smile returned. Damien heard the anguish in the man's voice and the self hatred as he described where he came from, told him how this disguise wasn't one he chose to wear. How Joseph hated the life he was forced into and the image he was pushed into portraying until... Damien swallowed thickly when he realized the heaviness of the confession, backing himself further into the couch when a hand slammed onto the wall next to his head and caged him in under those fierce blue eyes. He felt a wave of heat and want flare through him hotly as Joseph leaned in and told Damien it was because of him and how Joseph intended to take his life back. How the other man intended to not only regain that sense of control for himself...but how he was going to control Damien, and how he would love it. Damien moaned softly into the heated kiss that he was thrown into, the way Joseph was boxing him in and just taking their first kiss had one hand reaching up to grip at the other man's shirt collar, yanking roughly on the material to try and drag him closer, to desperately attempt to feel their bodies press together. He wasn't sure he could ever explain how much he craved and wanted to just give up the firm, white knuckle grip he kept on his life, on himself. Damien wanted a moment or two of freedom, of someone else caring for him, taking control over him that he could trust...and he trusted Joseph. The realization of that trust had his other hand frantically reaching up to push through the other man's soft brown hair as he dragged him in closer, pulled him in tighter and tried to see how long he could hold up the kiss before passing out from lack of air. His lips moved against Joseph's before he opened his mouth, tongue tracing his bottom lip before the teeth snagged over it and he bit down, dragging them over the swell of flesh. Damien wanted to tell Joseph how much he wanted to just give up that control he had to the other. How desperately he wanted to escape the constant restrictions and limitations he had on himself every day and let Joseph just break him into a writhing mess only to put him back together again. He wanted to tell him he didn't know what it was like to come from a place where you were forced to be a certain way, and how he came from the opposite his own personal hell where he had to claw and fight and find away to protect himself by wrapping himself in layers and layers of restrictions and control. But he couldn't form the words now, couldn't piece together the english language in a way that would make sense, not with the way this kiss seemed to be melting his mind in a blinding flash of heat. So all he did wss tighten his grip on the other man's collar before finally breaking away to gasp for air, chest rising and falling hard as he hauled in some much needed oxygen into his lungs before he licked his lips and grinned, eyes dark and wanting as he looked up at Joseph. Hit me with your best shot.