To be honest, Lucien had also vaguely realized that Damian's problem might be more severe than that of Dominic Vance from the first world. However, he genuinely did not know what the exact problem was; he only felt that at this very moment, this man was about to swallow him whole.
The rushed, invasive kiss left Lucien practically unable to breathe. His body was pushed flat onto his back on the bed by the man, and all the clothes on his body had fallen to the floor, except for the shirt that was still hanging loosely on him.
It seemed that the man was becoming much more impatient. He ignored the piece of fabric still hanging loosely on Lucien, shifting his lips and tongue downwards to kiss the pristine white shoulder. Fingers stroked along the shoulder blade, sliding down the arm, which made Lucien shiver and murmur a very soft don't.
"You look so fragile and sensitive, not like a boy at all," Damian said while inching his hand lower, completely enveloping Lucien's member.
