Craig smiles. He'd been smiling on and off throughout the morning. Despite his best efforts to hide it. The thoughts from yesterday, after school, replaying in his mind. The feel from it lingered, much like the smile he had seen and seemed to be mirroring back on his own face, each time he thought about it.

"You seem happy."

Craig's attention is pulled back to his current surroundings. His gaze being drawn over to Damien's, who was walking down the hallway next him.

"Not really, I'm just…" Craig trails off.

"Thinking about yesterday?" Damien finishes, smiling, "And you thought it was going to be a bad idea to ask him to hang out with us."

"I didn't think it was a bad idea, it was just…"

There's a slight frown that forms on his face when recalling what happened yesterday morning, before they hung out. Damien's eyes close and he hums quietly in thought.

"It's good though," Damien's eyes open again, "that things turned out quite well in the end. I'm glad that both of you seemed to enjoy yourselves." Craig falls silent, and a small smile plays across Damien's lips, "I almost feel like I should get a reward."

"A reward?" Craig repeats, and corks a brow, "…Like what?"

Damien's smile seems to grow as he takes a step in front of Craig, stopping him from walking. Before Craig can even react, Damien leans in close. By reflex, Craig's eyes shut when Damien draws close to his face. He half expects contact on his lips the moment he does, but none comes. Only the light brush of breathing touches his lips.

There's a small laugh.

"Just kidding," Damien says, then moves away. Craig's eyes open. "I don't need a reward. Being able to spend time with you is enough."

Heat finds Craig's face, his eyes widening. Damien smiles once more and turns away, to continue heading down the hall. It's only then does Craig suddenly become aware that they were in fact in a hallway, and he quickly glances around to see if anyone just witnessed what happened. Luckily, it seemed to only be the two of them. He relaxes a bit, then continues on walking as well, catching up to Damien.

The remainder of lunch passes and their shared class with Kenny arrives. He seems tired, and doesn't say anything to either one during it, but does offer them a smile, which is enough for Craig.

The following class comes along for Craig, and at some point during it he goes to use the washroom. He finishes his business and heads back to class. However, while on his way back, he finds himself coming across the familiar form of Damien, standing at the far end of a crossing hall. His tall form standing next to a window, gaze cast outside. Craig studies him curiously for a moment or two, before making his way over to him.

"Damien?" he asks.

Damien turns to look over at him.

"Oh, hello Craig," he greets, with a smile, "what a pleasant surprise."

"What are you doing here? Don't you have class?"

"I do," Damien replies, looking back out the window, "I'm just enjoying the view."

"How long have you been enjoying the view for?" Craig monotones.

"Hmmm, about 20 or so minutes now, I believe."

"Isn't that when class started?" Craig states, flatly, "Are you skipping or something?"

Damien chuckles.

"Perhaps," he replies, then looks back over at him, "what are you doing out in the halls?"

"Heading back from the washroom," Craig tells him, gesturing with the hall pass in his hand, a small wooden block.

"Then I shan't keep you waiting around."

"It's alright. It's not like I'm in a hurry or anything," Craig shrugs.

"Oh? You'd give up some of your precious class time for me?" Damien asks, amused.

"Give up some of my 45 minutes of enthralling mind numbing dullness that puts me to sleep half the time?" Craig asks back, flatly, "What do you think?"

Damien laughs.

"I'm honored to have your presence then."

He faces back towards the window, and Craig does the same, as the two fall into small conversation.

"…You know, when you said you should get a reward earlier. I didn't think you were going to say what you said," Craig thinks aloud. It had been on his mind since the exchange happened, Damien's words, and the odd sensation they caused.

"What did you think I was going to say?"

"I don't know, I just didn't think it'd be, that…" Craig replies, "I thought it'd be…"

"It'd be, what?" Damien repeats.

A faint heat begins to dance across Craig's face.

"Nothing, just forget it. I was thinking out loud," Craig murmurs.

"Well, now you've certainly intrigued me. So please, do go on," Damien says, turning to give his full attention to him.

The heat rises on Craig's face.

"Really, it's nothing. So let's just move on," he mumbles.

"Did you think I was going to ask if I could touch you as my reward, or something?" Damien chuckles. Heat instantly takes over Craig's face then, and a mischievous smirk slowly forms on Damien's lips, "Oh my, don't tell me you were actually thinking of something naughty when I said that."

"I-I wasn't!" Craig quickly exclaims, causing Damien to cork a curious brow in response, "I just didn't expect it… is all…"

"Then what did you expect?" Damien asks, but Craig remains quiet, "If you wanted me to touch you, I wouldn't mind it, but I don't want to do something which you're uncomfortable with."

"Like I said, I just didn't expect it, is all…" Craig murmurs, then reddens more as he adds, "and I don't really mind if you want to touch me…"

"Oh? You don't? Well that's not the impression I got from you yesterday, when I touched your neck," Damien says.

"That was different," Craig mutters.

"Different how?"

"It just was…"

"Because Kenneth was there?"

Damien smirks when Craig looks away.

"No…" he mumbles.

"There's no need to be so coy about it," Damien tells him, "although, I do find it rather cute that you get like this, because of Kenneth, because he was there watching us."

"It's not like that…" Craig says, quietly.

He could say it out loud all he wanted, but he knew it was a lie. And so did Damien.

"Well," Damien says, taking a step towards him, "he's not here to watch us now, is he? So that should help put your mind at ease." Craig looks at him, just as Damien stops in front of him. A hand raises and gently brushes against his cheek as it slides to rest on it. "Now, how should I touch you?"

"We're in a public place you know," Craig states, trying to ignore the small skip in his chest.

"And?" Damien asks, leaning towards him.

"Someone could see us."

"So?" Damien's thumb lightly runs along Craig's bottom lip, "I don't mind having an audience."

"I don't want to be in public…" Craig murmurs, now trying to ignore the heat on his face.

Damien chuckles leaning in more closely to him.

"Then let's go somewhere more private," he whispers next to his ear.

"I don't know where…" Craig mumbles.

"We could go to my place if you'd like. After school."

There's a small skip in Craig's chest again, but he looks away.

"Let's see if we can find somewhere that's closed off here," Craig says, moving away from him.

The notion of being alone with Damien at his place, couldn't help but make him feel a bit nervous. Especially now.

"Alright," Damien smiles, "then let's see what we can find."

They walk around for a bit, until finding a small janitor's closet in the older section of the school building. It was unlocked, due to there no longer being anything in the small space anymore, and lack of students using any of the nearby classrooms and lockers, since the school never reached full capacity.

As soon as they enter into the small closet, the atmosphere around Craig seems to almost shift. It's a shift that makes his heart race a little, when Damien shuts the door behind them, and focuses his gaze solely on him. Craig turns on the singular light bulb that hangs overhead, pulling down the small chain-beaded string for power; despite there being a small window on the upper back wall of the room.

"Well, this place certainly is private," Damien says, stepping towards him.

Each step was increasingly making Craig's heart beat just a bit faster.

He couldn't believe he was doing this.

Whatever this was.

Damien stops in front of him, his eyes slowly wandering down his body.

"So tell me, where am I allowed to touch you?" Damien teases.

Craig's face heats, disbelieving what he's about to say.

"Anywhere."

Damien's eyes instantly flick back up to his face, a smirk slowly emerging on his face.

"Oh? Anywhere, you say?" he clarifies and Craig shyly nods. Damien lifts a hand then and grabs the zipper of Craig's jacket, slowly unzipping it. He gently places a hand onto Craig's chest, "Are you sure?"

Craig vaguely wonders if he can feel just how hard his heart is racing underneath his hand, before replying.

"Yes."

Despite Damien having touched him a few times before, this time was different from those.

And they both knew it.

Damien places his other hand on Craig's chest and moves them over his shoulders, removing his jacket. It falls to the floor, along with the hall pass Craig had still been holding onto. His hands then move to the bottom of his shirt and gently begin to push it up.

"Lift your arms up," Damien instructs.

"But—"

"We're alone."

Craig's face flushes, but he does as instructed. He knew it was highly unlikely that anyone would walk in on them. Damien slowly removes his shirt, along with his hat. The action, despite it being an everyday thing he'd do, feels much more intimate having it be removed by him. It falls to the floor, with his hat and Damien steps back to look him over.

Craig was used to being shirtless before, he had been many times in the past, usually for the warmer months, and was perfectly fine with it. However, Damien's scrutinizing gaze was making him feel a bit self-conscious with how his eyes seemed to be following every groove, mark, dip or flat surface of his skin.

When Damien's gaze travels down to his pants, Craig's heart beat picks up. Nervous that he may ask him to remove those too, but his gaze travels back up to his face instead, causing Craig to have to glance off slightly from it, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Honestly, Craig didn't know why he was feeling this way. He'd been shirtless around other guys before, both intimate and none, so he didn't understand why it was like this around Damien. Why it always seemed to be like this, around him…

He glances back as Damien lifts a hand and gently brushes the back of his finger down Craig's chest. It stops when reaching his abdomen and Damien turns his hand over, then slowly extends his fingers lightly across it. The action makes Craig's stomach shudder a bit.

"Are you ticklish?" Damien asks, seeming amused.

"No…" Craig replies, sheepishly, "it's just… a bit cold in here."

"I see," Damien says. His hand flattens against Craig's stomach then. It feels warm. Very warm, "Hopefully I can help change that a little bit."

His hand glides up to a nipple and runs a finger over it lightly, rubbing it back and forward with the tip of it.

"What cute nipples you have," Damien smiles, "Are they sensitive?"

"…Not really."

"Hmmm…"

Damien then lightly pinches his nipples between his thumb and index finger, and slowly rolls it between them. Craig flinches when it's turned too far to one side, causing Damien to release it.

"What a shame," Damien says, "we could've had fun."

Craig briefly wonders what he means, before his attention is drawn back to two hands now moving along his sides. The cool air of the room and metallic rings on some of Damien's fingers, seemed to be magnifying the heat coming off his hands. Leaving hot streaks across his skin wherever his fingers trailed.

Damien's hands move up to Craig's neck and stop when resting on the sides of his face. Damien's gaze focuses on his lips, as he runs a thumb gently over them, parting them. Obviously thinking of whether or not he should kiss him. A few seconds later, he does, and Craig allows him to. The kiss is soft and short before it's broken.

"Can I kiss you more than this?" Damien asks.

"More?" Craig repeats.

"Yes, I want to kiss you more than just…"

Damien trails off, but Craig catches the subtlety that's hidden in his words.

"Oh…" Craig mumbles flushing.

"Can I?"

"O-okay," Craig's face grows hotter.

Damien presses his lips to Craig's again. His tongue runs along his bottom lip, before sliding into his mouth. Craig opens his mouth more, allowing him in further. It had been a while since he last had a kiss like this with him, although, even compared to that, this one still seemed a bit more tame. It was a bit more heated, sure, but still had a feel of softness to it. Like the last one.

Damien's tongue runs along his, as his hands begin to move down his body, rounding over to his back. He presses Craig closer to his body and heat quickly radiates across the front of Craig's body. Damien's body was very warm, just like his hands, he could feel it through the thin fabric of Damien's black button-up dress shirt.

His nails drag lightly across Craig's skin, as the kiss deepens more. One hand moves down the entirety of his back, causing goosebumps to form. He shudders when the other hand moves down to join the first, a quiet moan erupts from the back of his throat, when Damien's hands move down to his ass and grip it hard.

"I can touch you here, right?" Damien asks, breaking the kiss.

"Anywhere," Craig breathes in response.

Damien smirks, then resumes kissing him, as his hands grope Craig's ass in them.

At some point the kiss breaks again and Damien begins kissing along his jaw, down to his neck and ear. One of his hands moves to the front of Craig's jeans and undoes the button of them. Craig's heart rate skyrockets the moment they're undone, and he grabs Damien's forearm.

"I need some breathing room for you here," Damien whispers into his ear, gripping at his ass.

Craig calms at that and allows him to continue. Despite his nerves, he was willing to trust Damien to keep his word, and not panic.

Damien's hands slide under his pants and underwear, and a shiver runs up Craig's spine, as his nails and ring bands press up along his skin. When his hands fully round his ass, he digs his nails hard into it. The moment he does, Craig wraps his arms around Damien and holds him in a shudder. His hold on Damien tightens more, as Damien roughly gropes, claws and massages his ass cheeks in up and down motions. Damien continues to kiss along his neck, but stops when taking Craig's ass out from his pants and hanging it over the top of them. Looking down from over Craig's shoulder, Damien tightly grips his cheeks and spreads them.

"You have a very lovely ass," Damien teases.

"It's just an ass," Craig says, "everyone has one."

"True, but yours is very…" Damien grips him harder, "squeezable looking."

"Thanks," Craig snorts, somewhat amused by this conversation.

"I'm being quite serious with you," Damien tells him, "it's very plump and round. I bet it'd be nice to…"

Damien trails off, and Craig wonders what he was going to say, before the small movement of his thumbs moving closer to that spot between his cheeks, makes him realize where his thought process was probably going, and his face heats knowing what it is.

"You have such an attractive body," Damien murmurs against his neck, although it sounds like it's more to himself than Craig. But because of it, Craig's face heats more, his grip around Damien tightening slightly. There's a small muffled chuckle from Damien, before he moves one of his hands around to the front of Craig's pants and places his hand over his groin, "I can touch you here as well… right?"

Damien presses harder and lightly moves his hand up along it. The action makes Craig's insides dance into a coil and his nails dig into Damien's back.

"Yes," he breathes.

With that, Damien's hand starts to move up and down along his crotch. His hand rubbing against the outside of his pants. Craig glances down at it, his gaze focusing on Damien's movements. The feel and movement both arousing the coil in his lower abdomen. He watches the way Damien moves around him, his fingers and palm pressing against his growing appendage. Then watches as it slides into his pants, but still remains over his underwear.

Craig frowns a bit, it felt like Damien was teasing him in a way, by how he was not directly touching him. He wanted the heat from his hand on his bare skin, and the waiting for it was starting to make him a bit frustrated. He could feel Damien examining him with his fingers, the way in which they moved around him, and wonders why he doesn't just full on touch him. One of Damien's fingers slips over his tip, making Craig twitch in response. There's a small satisfied sounding laugh from Damien at that, which causes Craig's frustration to grow.

"Tease…" Craig mutters.

Damien laughs again.

"Alright, I'll stop torturing you and give you what you want," he says.

He moves his hand once more, this time into Craig's underwear. It's slow, the way in which his fingers enter and wrap around him, one by one. The heat of Damien's hand spreads from his fingers down to the sheer amount of warmth that seems to almost radiate off of his palm as it wraps around him. Then it's moving, in repetitive motions, and Craig is unable to look away from it, from his hand moving in and out of his underwear in rhythmic motions. It felt good. Really good. And Craig worries that he may end up being pushed to the edge too soon. His nails dig into Damien's back more, as the motion picks up pace and Damien's lips travel across his neck, kissing it; his other hand still on his ass, groping it.

It all felt so good.

"Satisfied?" Damien whispers into his ear, then looks down at his hand as well. He takes Craig out, revealing just how hard he now is, and smirks, "You're bigger than I thought you'd be," he leans back over to Craig's ear, "but I think I may still have you beat."

Craig's face deepens in red, his heart pounding in his chest. The coil was tightening so much in his lower abdomen now, he was sure it would burst at any moment. His gaze still focused on Damien's hand, moving back and forth in quick motions along him. His hand felt good. So damn good. How was it even possible for a hand to feel this amazing just by stroking? God, he didn't know.

He could feel his end nearing and begins to brace himself. Damien looks at him, his gaze heated to the point where Craig has to look away. Damien grabs his chin with the other hand and gently faces him back towards him.

"I've heard what you sound like, but now I want to know what you'll look like," Damien tells him.

Craig isn't sure what he means exactly, but the look in his eyes is enough for him to give into his current feeling and finally let everything go. The tight coil in his lower abdomen bursts, to the sound of a soft audible moan escaping from the back of his throat. His gaze, half-lidded and staying on Damien's while it passes through him. He throbs and twitches multiple times in Damien's hand, as Damien wraps his hand around the end of him, catching all that comes out. Once Craig finishes and he begins to soften, Damien moves his hand away.

He smiles and leans forward, kissing Craig softly.

"So this is the expression you make while cumming," he murmurs against his lips, "how hot," he pulls away more, enough so that he can now see just how red that comment made Craig's face. Lightly, he runs his thumb across his bottom lip, "I wonder how it would change if I were to… no, I suppose this is enough for now."

The implication makes Craig's chest tighten with a skip. Damien lets him go then, so that he can put his clothes back on. First Craig puts himself away, before picking up his shirt. He puts it on, sliding it over his head fast enough, to catch a small glimpse of Damien's wandering gaze, flick back up to his face, from the lower area on his body that it had been lingering on. Despite what they had just done, it didn't mean he would magically just be used to Damien's gaze, or really anything else about him. And Craig wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

"I guess you should wash that off," Craig says, gesturing to Damien's hand that had caught his release.

"Hmmm, I suppose I could," Damien says looking it over.

"Could?" Craig repeats back, just as he puts his hat on. When he glances back at Damien, his face instantly heats again, "Wh-what are you doing!"

Damien looks up at him, moving the release covered hand away from his mouth. A thin trail of white fluid connecting from his palm to his tongue breaks, as he slides what's on it into his mouth.

"Just having a little taste," he replies and looks back at his hand, "you're actually not that bad. I quite like it."

His eyes flick back up to Craig, as runs his tongue over the remainder of what's on his hand, keeping his gaze focused on him. Craig's whole face reddens, watching as Damien visibly swallows it.

There's a tension hidden in Damien's eyes that still lingers, but it's broken by the sound of the school bell ringing and he looks down at the floor.

"You should probably hurry up and return that hall pass before you get into trouble," he notes.

Craig is quickly pulled back to reality and grabs his jacket, shaking it off a few times before throwing it on and grabbing the hall pass. He hadn't realized that so much time had passed since they'd been in here.

"Shit," Craig mumbles as he finishes fixing his clothes.

"I guess we got a bit too carried away," Damien chuckles, "but it was fun. I hope that we'll be able to have more fun later."

Craig tries to ignore the insinuation, turning off the light and making his way over to the door.

"I'll uh… see you later," he tells Damien, as he opens the door.

"I hope so," Damien replies.

With that, Craig takes his leave, hurrying to return the hall pass and gather his things left in class.

When the end of the day comes, Damien walks with Craig until they have to part ways. Craig feels a bit embarrassed because of what happened, but surprisingly, Damien doesn't bring up what happened, despite Craig knowing it had to be on his mind, just as much as it was on his own.

When Craig arrives home, he changes and heads to the bathroom, checking to see if any marks are leftover around his neck. Luckily there isn't any this time, Damien having seemed to have held back. There are however some faint scratch marks along various parts of his torso. A faint heat rises in his face, when thinking of another spot to check. His ass. Which unsurprisingly, has marks there as well. The feel of Damien's hands still lingered on it. They way in which he moved his fingers and gripped him. A coil was now starting to form, causing Craig to quickly push those thoughts away and head to his room.

However, there was only so much he could keep off his mind, until his thoughts would inevitably lead him back to what happened earlier, and soon enough he'd find himself back in the bathroom, his hand wrapped around himself, standing over the toilet and getting off to those thoughts.

Part of him almost wished that he hadn't done what he did with Damien, because now it seemed to be all that was on his mind, no matter how hard he was trying not to think of it. But part of him… Part of him wanted more. To feel him touch him once more and experience all those sensations again. They were so good.

Thinking of them, those thoughts, is enough to push Craig over the edge and release. It's not as strong as it was earlier, being much more tame in comparison. Some of his release gets caught on his hand, and he stares at it. His heart beating just a bit faster when recalling how Damien licked it— tasted it —and how it covered his tongue, with that look in his eyes.

Craig wanted it again.

Wanted to feel him.

Badly .