It had been a few days since Craig last spoke with Damien after their… Kiss—turned—full make out session happened. He'd tried not to think about it and tell himself that it was just kissing and it didn't really mean anything. That he had made out before plenty of other times with guys, that meant nothing other than just pressing lips together and that's all. But for some reason, his mind wouldn't let go of what happened. More specifically, of the heat he'd experienced during it. He could still feel it, feel Damien pressed against him, despite it being days later now.

Recalling the heat that had formed between his thighs then, causes a faint burn to form on his face and he quickly tries to focus on the worksheet in front of him. However, pushing those thoughts away only proved difficult to do, as the said person in question was currently sitting a seat away from him in class right now. Try as he might, his gaze can't help but wander over to him every so often. He wanted to talk with him, but found he couldn't bring himself to after what happened. Damien hadn't made any move to talk with him either, which Craig can only guess was him giving space. Still though, things weren't going to go anywhere if they kept up this way. He needed to try and move past this as best he could.

He looks over at Damien and opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. He hadn't actually thought of what to say to him. He had been so preoccupied with his other thoughts and wanting to just move past it, that he didn't actually give thought to what he should even say to him to do so. Damien looks over at him then and Craig quickly looks away. There's what sounds like a small chuckle from him, causing Craig to frown and the faint burn to return.

For the rest of the class, Craig focuses on his worksheet and doesn't dare another glance at Damien. When it ends, he tries to think of what to say, but Damien seems to beat him to it.

"Craig," Damien says as he stands. There's a small skip in Craig as he slowly looks up. "You seemed like you had something to say to me."

"Oh, uh I was just wondering if…" Craig pauses trying to collect his thoughts, "we're good."

"Good?" Damien repeats.

"Yeah," Craig says as he stands as well, gathering his things.

"Why wouldn't we be?"

"I just… well it's just that…" Craig trails off, his words getting lost in a burn.

"Are you inquiring about the kiss?" Damien asks, which Craig stiffens at and his shoulders raise slightly, "I'd say we're more than good," Damien smiles, causing the burn in Craig to grow. "We should get to our next class, before we're late."

With that Damien heads off.

Craig doesn't know what to make of what Damien meant by 'good', but it at least seemed like he wasn't bothered or affected by what happened between them. Which he figures is a good thing at least and decides to head off for their next class.

When lunch comes, he's still a bit awkward around Damien, but wants to talk with him some more during it, still wanting to get a proper answer from him to be able to move on fully from what happened.

"Shall we go outside?" Damien suggests.

"No, it's too cold," Craig replies.

"If that's the case, then you can just stay close to me," Damien smirks.

"Let's just find an empty hall or something," Craig murmurs, avoiding his gaze.

They come across a vacant hall on the far side of the school a short while later. Craig figures it should be fine to talk here with how far out of the way it was from the cafeteria and main section of the building.

They take a seat on the floor at the end of the hall by a window. Craig had taken a seat from what he thought was a good enough distance away from the other, but Damien seemed to think otherwise as he ended up taking a seat almost right beside him. He was so close to Craig, that their knees were nearly touching.

"So, what is it that you wanted to talk with me about?" Damien asks.

"I… are things really okay between us?" Craig asks, his head lowering a bit.

"Oh? Are you still thinking about the kiss?"

The faint burn from earlier on, returns.

"I just want to make sure that we're okay and that it's something we can move past, is all," Craig replies.

There's a few moments of pause from Damien at that.

"We're okay as much as you want us to be," Damien replies, "the amount on how much you want to think about it is up to you. If you want to move past and forget about it, then you can…" he looks over at Craig then, "although, I'd rather you didn't."

"What do you mean?" Craig asks, the burn growing.

"Did the kiss bother you that much?"

"What—no!"

"Then why do you want to forget it?"

"I-I…"

"If it's something that wasn't a bad experience for you, then why forget about it and move on? I don't understand why you want to forget it so much."

"Damien I…"

"Although maybe this is just me being selfish, because I don't want to forget about it."

There's a few seconds of silence before those words slowly sink in more and the burning in Craig starts to spread down his body.

"Don't want to forget? What does that… mean?" Craig asks.

Damien looks at him and there's something in his eyes that makes Craig skip a beat. Then when Damien's gaze travels down his body and back up, it skips again.

"Exactly what it sounds like," Damien finally replies.

Their knees touch as Damien moves closer to him. There's warmth that spreads along Craig's leg as Damien presses more of his leg closer to him. Damien eventually presses his shoulder to him, and the sudden closeness causes an uptick in Craig's heart rate and heat wave to pass through his whole body.

"Maybe, I don't want to forget how your lips and tongue tasted… " Damien says quietly, "or how your body felt."

Something is placed onto Craig's knee then, a hand, Damien's hand. Suddenly Craig finds it very hot, so hot that he's sure he's sweating. Then it's moving up his leg to his thigh and Craig's breathing grows hard to do. There's a loud beating in his ears, so loud, that he doesn't even notice how close Damien's face has moved to his, until he feels a warm breath brush against his neck. This of course causes him to do the worst thing he can and look right at him. Damien was now only a couple inches away from his face, and Craig was certain that the intense burning all over his face was completely visible to him.

"Craig…" Damien whispers, "can I kiss you? It doesn't have to be your lips again if you don't want me too," his eyes travel downwards on Craig then, "it can be elsewhere."

Damien's eyes flick back up to Craig's, causing Craig's insides to swirl tightly. He opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. Whatever words existed in Craig's vocabulary were all but non-existent now. The only thing he seemed to know how to do was breathe and even that was proving difficult for him currently. Damien's breath brushes against his lips, causing him to shiver slightly.

"Craig," Damien whispers again. There's a pressure from the inside of Craig's inner thigh as Damien squeezes it, causing yet another shiver for him. "Please…"

Another breath brushes against his lips and he quickly turns his head away. He couldn't have Damien kiss his lips again, he knew what that would lead to. So instead, he pulls down the zipper of his jacket more and tilts his head.

"Here," he manages out.

"Just your neck?" Damien asks, "You sure you don't want my lips elsewhere?"

Tightness grows in Craig at that, but he only pulls down his jacket and shirt collar in response.

"Just here," he murmurs.

"As you wish," Damien smiles.

Damien presses his lips to Craig's neck then and slowly traces along it with them. Craig shudders. The feeling wasn't foreign to him, but for some reason the way in which Damien was doing it, felt different. Maybe it was the heat from his breath, or his tongue playing against his skin, or his teeth lightly brushing against him, he wasn't sure. But whatever it was, something about him felt good. Really good.

Craig shudders as Damien bites him and suddenly he's aware of something else.

"W-wait! Don't leave a mark! People will see!" Craig quickly says. However Damien continues to bite his neck, "Damien?"

"I'll make sure not to leave any visible marks," he replies, briefly, before continuing.

Damien maneuvers himself over Craig's lap then, and grabs his knees.

"Move your legs, I want to get closer," Damien breathes.

A heat wave passes through Craig, but he does as he's asked and moves his legs. Damien pushes his legs up and apart then, causing Craig to slide down the wall behind him slightly. And just like last time, Damien now rested between Craig's thighs yet again. Despite Damien's groin not being pressed up against him this time, it doesn't stop his insides from dancing around. Especially more so, when Damien undoes his jacket all the way and slips his hands under his shirt.

Craig inhales sharply as Damien's nails dig into him. The way in which he was grabbing him, seemed like he craved more than what was currently happening. Damien's kissing seems to grow more aggressive then, the heat of his breath quickening a bit. His body moves closer and Craig can feel body heat practically radiate off of him. Which in turn was making him even more hot inside.

There's a slight flinch from Craig as Damien bites down a bit too hard.

"Sorry," Damien murmurs against him.

Craig figures he won't keep at it for very long and lets him continue, not that he minded it though. However, when the lunch bell eventually rings, it's only then does he actually realize how long it lasted.

"Damien," Craig murmurs out, "the bell rang…" he gently pushes his shoulders away and Damien stops, "we're going to be late."

Damien looks up at him, his lips red and parted slightly. There's faint shallow breaths that fall from his mouth for a while before he shuts it. His eyes seem glazed over, as if he's in some kind of trance, and it makes Craig wonder what he's thinking of at that moment. He feels Damien's gaze fix onto his mouth for a few seconds, and feels he may lean forward again and start to kiss him there. But he doesn't and instead his eyes travel downwards. Unlike the last time though, Craig feels a very distinctive feeling from Damien's eyes wandering down his body, one that made him feel fully exposed and vulnerable to him.

A smirk spreads across Damien's lips then.

"You might want to take care of that before heading to your next class," he tells him.

Craig follows his gaze down, only to find a very noticeable bump where his groin is. His face burns hot, he had been so preoccupied with what was happening to him around his upper half that he didn't even notice the growing tension he had below, since Damien hadn't even touched him there. Which for some reason makes Craig feel even more embarrassed by it. However, now that he was aware of it, he suddenly finds it almost painful by how hard he was pressed against the inside of his pants.

"…Unless you want me to," Damien all but nearly whispers.

There's a very visible twitch from Craig at that, who is almost certain Damien saw it as well, if the growing smile on his face was anything to go by. Damien places a hand on his inner thigh, next to it, and Craig twitches again. It's warm. Damien squeezes his thigh which makes Craig shudder and nearly let out a quiet sound. Damien's fingers start to move towards his groin then, but the sudden loud sound of a door opening elsewhere down the hall and voices, causes Craig's heart to stop and quickly push Damien away.

"We should get going—or we'll be late!" Craig quickly says, trying to ignore everything he's feeling right now.

Damien watches him for a few seconds before letting out a sigh.

"I suppose you're right," he says and gets up, "let's continue some other time then, shall we?" he smiles.

There's a skip in Craig before he looks away and stands as well.

"I'll uh, see you later," Craig says quietly, before he hurries off.

Craig quickly rushes off to a washroom to relieve himself of the painful pressure in his pants. It doesn't take him long to do, with how much he had pent up, and he quickly washes his hands once he's done. But just as he's about to dry them, something catches his eye in the mirror. Marks, a bunch of them, all around the base and lower half of his neck.

"Goddamnit," Craig murmurs, a flush spreading on his face as he examines them. He then lifts up his shirt, and sure enough there were marks there too, scratches, the flush deepens and he pulls it back down. When the door to the washroom opens, he quickly zips up his jacket that luckily covers the small bite marks on his neck and makes his way out of it.

He doesn't talk to Damien for the rest of the day, but can feel his gaze on him in their shared class and after school when he passes him. The feeling makes him sweat but he tries to ignore it, so that he can go about everything as normal.

Despite the lingering feelings of what happened in the back of his mind.