Damien certainly has been through so much this year:
One of closest people in his lifeāwhom he's in a relationship withāhad been exposed for doing bad stuff in the past, and was mercilessly attacked for it.
He and said closest person both had their privacies breached to the point that he felt he had to make a stern statement on stream.
And now, with Zelda passing away after failing to recover from emergency surgery, I cannot fathom how rough this year has been for him and the little family he's managed to create over the years.
With that being said, I hope Damien and his little family don't experience the same suffering they're dealing now by next year. Besides new career opportunities, I hope he and the family get to experience joy again, and in multitudes.
Warnings: smut, phone sex, mutual masturbation, talking you through it
Word count: 902
āI miss you.ā He sighed, his exhaustion was evident through the phone screen. It was day 3 of Damien being away for a convention. While this wasnāt an uncommon occurrence, it doesnāt mean that it ever got easier. You could tell he was lying in his hotel bed, the only light illuminating his face coming from his phone.
āI miss you too.ā You whined back. āYour flightās tomorrow, right?ā He nodded, a hand running through his ruffled hair. āThank god, I need you.ā You mumbled accidentally. Damienās eyes widened, processing your statement. A blush creeped onto your cheeks as you quietly cursed your impulsive words.Ā
āYour fingers donāt feel as good as mine, huh?ā He replied. Your jaw dropped, the blush spreading across your entire face now. āDonāt get shy on me now, sweetheart.ā He smiled, the hand holding your phone shook slightly, as you stared at him.Ā
āDamienā¦ā You whispered. Your free hand slowly made its way to your pajama pants, swiftly slipping in.
āCome on sweetheart, tell me what you need.ā His voice lowered, his voice acting skills working overtime.Ā
āWill youā¦ talk me through it?ā You whimpered, as your fingertips ghosted over your clothed pussy. His smile grew, and you could only assume he was adjusting himself by how his camera jostled slightly.Ā
āMove your phone, let me see you.ā He ordered. You quickly grabbed a pillow and propped your phone against it, angling it so he could see your face and your cunt.Ā
āGood girl, now take those PJs off for me.āĀ
You hooked your fingers into the waistband and tugged them off, staring at Damien intently while you did. His eyes were so full of desire.Ā
āAnd your panties, baby.ā Damien scolded playfully. You whimpered yet again, and followed the instruction. Even though you could only hear him at this point, you knew he was touching himself too.Ā
āI want you to tease yourself, baby girl. Barely ghost your fingers over your clit. Just like how I would.ā His voice was gruff, he had been talking all day after all. Your dominant hand drifted back down to your pussy, applying no pressure but still causing yourself to flinch.
āDamien. I need more.ā You were getting impatient, and you needed to hear his voice. The only sound in the room was your shaky breath, and he was too quiet. Craning your neck to look at your phone, you saw a delightful sight. Damienās hand wrapped around his cock, his eyes half-lidded and glazed over. His hand moved at a leisurely pace, focused on enjoying every moment.Ā
āYou look so pretty, I wish those were my fingers.ā He muttered, his voice breaking slightly as his hand sped up on its own accord.Ā
āPlease, I need more direction!ā Your willpower was being chipped away every second you looked at him. A newly found confidence took over Damien, and he stroked himself faster.
āI know sweetheart, you can put a finger in now, but go slow. No faster than I am.ā A sigh left your throat involuntary as a timid digit slid into you with ease.Ā
āFuckāā It didnāt feel as good as Damienās, but it would have to do for now.Ā
āGod I wish my hand was your cunt. Would feel so much better.ā Damien hummed. His gruff voice made your pussy pulse around your finger, that knot within you already tightening. You bit your lip hard enough to leave a bruise.Ā
āSuch a good girl, wanna add another finger for me? Go a little faster?ā You nodded vigorously and obeyed his instruction, your middle finger sliding in. Damien smiled wickedly, his hand going faster as well. It was dark in his hotel room, but you could still see what mattered. His throbbing cock, pre-cum smeared by his hand. His chest was heaving, and there was a slight bead of sweat on his forehead.Ā
āDamien, youāre so fucking pretty.ā You whined. Curling your fingers pulled a gasp from your throat, and Damien grunted himself.Ā
āThank you, baby. Do your fingers feel good?ā
āNot as good as your cock.ā You whimpered, you were exhausted, but determined to make him feel good, even from hundreds of miles away.Ā
āI need you to cum for me, can you do that? I wanna see you fall apart.ā He muttered, you nodded, your other hand drifting down and circling your clit.Ā
āUse your words, darling. I need to hear you.ā
āYes! Fuckā yes Iām close.ā You couldnāt help but curl your toes, pure bliss about to take over your body. He grunted to himself, and sped up. You could tell he was almost there himself, the way he couldnāt hold back his moans, his pace faltering.Ā
āCum for me baby, Iām right here with you.ā He whined. At his words, you broke. Legs shaking, a heat cascaded over your core, stars flickering in your eyelids. Damien smiled, and cum spilt all over his hand. He didnāt stop until he was completely spent. Your respective rooms were silent again, apart from the gasping breaths from both of you. After a minute of recovery, Damien picked his phone back up, and you could tell he was exhausted. He was sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead, a stupid grin painted across his face. You struggled to lift off of the bed, but you managed to pick up your phone as well.Ā
