@robotfvckers prompted Damien/Robert with soft dom Damien and formerly abused sub Robert and I was like ‘yes… it is me brand. good.’

Damien with puppy play will come sometime later today :3c

Edit: Male terms used for Damien’s genitals

Robert is not allowed to drink before coming to Damien’s house, and while he has been very good about that rule, his demeanor makes Damien wonder sometimes anyway.

He moves sluggishly, his eyes blinking slow. He stumbles sometimes. 

Robert is nervous and skittish and most of the time looks like he’s about to keel over. Damien has made a point of starting their encounters by cradling Robert’s jaw between his hands and staring at his eyes intently. If Robert knows he does so in order to discretely smell his breath, he has never said so.

He gets his wild, uncombed hair petted after inspection, and is then released to stagger his unsteady way into the lounge.

Robert without alcohol is a wreck; yet he still always comes to him perfectly sober. It hurts to watch him sometimes, though; how he jerks away when he turns and sees Damien holding a blunt butter knife; how his hands shake too hard to take a sip from his tea without spilling it everywhere.

Damien has taken to feeding him, and that works. Works very well, indeed.

“Lie down on the couch, darling,” Damien murmurs, fingertips rubbing along Robert’s jaw, watching him faintly sway on his knees as if following some unseen music.

His large, dark eyes blink up at him mutely, a bit of suspicion in them. Damien smirks. “I want to use your mouth, if that’s alright with you.”

Robert has not shaved in a week-or-so, but he’s not going to push him about it. Babysteps, as they say.

Robert makes a soft sound when he descends on him; high and vulnerable, his hands a bit sweaty as they slide smoothly from Damien’s legs up his ass and up his back as far as possible; the tips dipping beneath the line of Damien’s binder.

“Shush,” Damien murmurs, hands carding through Robert’s hair, staring down intently into his eyes. “You are a good boy. Nothing is going to hurt you.” He lowers himself a bit; watches how Robert’s eyes go a little glassy as he lets him smell him; lets his humid pubes tickle the back of his nose; his swollen cock tap against the tip to make him jerk a bit, then angle his chin up. Greedy. Offering his jaw.

“That’s it,” Damien purrs, carefully seating himself, eyes fluttering closed as Robert’s lips curl around his dick, suckling tentatively. “Holy-” he takes a deep, shuddering breath; feels Robert’s fingertips slip from beneath the binder, his hands slowly trailing back down. Relaxing. Settling in to do his task as he realizes that what has been said is actually happening.

No surprises with this one, Damien reminds himself. This one wants something steady. Something dependable; even if he might not know it himself.

Robert is slow and sluggish in sucking him off, but Damien doesn’t mind. His face looks relaxed beneath him, eyes fluttered shut. Just enjoying the salty taste bursting across his tongue, swollen mouth feeling so delicious against Damien’s needy core.

He wants to hold him down, sometimes; fuck his mouth. Command him to suck so hard until it hurts… but Robert needs something else for now, and that is good as well.

He’s such a good boy. He’d done a double take when Damien had pulled his shirt off, that very first time, but never said anything about it; just taken it in stride – way more interested in getting on his knees and being gently bossed around.

He adores him in his own quiet, brooding way; that much is obvious. Glancing up at him with those dark, needy eyes as one blunt fingertips traces across Damien’s hole; pressing playfully against the tight muscle.

Damien smirks, the fingers in Robert’s hair tightening; pulling a bit more sharply at the roots, until Robert groans drawn out with Damien’s cock pressed swollen against his tongue.

“Cheeky boy,” Damien whispers, hips moving gently, dragging his dick across that hot, messy mouth. “Maybe some other day. I think I want to fuck you tonight…”

Damien listens to him whimper, high and pathetic, fingers digging into Damien’s thighs as he gets to work with a renewed vigor that sizzles up his spine in hot, delirious bursts.

He lets his head fall back, dark hair cascading down, tickling the small of his back.

The night is still young.