graham feels two warm arms wrap around him from behind. its damon. he continues to wash the plate in his hands at the sink, sponge scrubbing it clean. its honestly domestic as hell.
damon’s hands slide up his shirt and start to feel over his smooth skin, touching his chest.
“dames…” graham says softly, nudging his arm with his elbow. the hands dont stop their journey all over graham’s torso. they’re cold, and they creep around his warm skin.
“youre so pretty…” damon murmurs, and presses his hips against graham’s behind, making him unsteady on his feet for a moment.
“damon, bloody hell…” he chuckles and puts the plate up to dry, patting off his hands on the tea towel and turning in damon’s arms. “what? what is it?”
the singer smirks, leaning forward to kiss him softly, and then press his hips forward to show him what he wants. the guitarist gasps softly as he feels damon’s arousal against him. he breaks the kiss.
damon smiles, taking his hand. “i’ve got a present for you in the bedroom…” his voice is low and seductive, not quite teasing but implying it.
graham sighs and lets damon pull him out of the kitchen and into the hallway. “is this gift in your underwear?” he asks.
damon stops and looks behind him to meet the other’s eyes. “well, yeah. but theres something else…” he keeps walking, taking him upstairs.
graham’s calloused fingers brush against the back of damon’s hand, a subconscious action. damon’s thumb rubs against his in return.
the singer pushes open the door of their bedroom to reveal a set of pink, lacey women’s lingerie layed out on the bed.
graham looks a little confused. “day…?”
“put this on.” he says, picking it up and handing it to him. graham’s cheeks grow pink.
“b-but that’s for ladies!” he protests. he cant wear that, he’d look ridiculous, surely… he scratches the back of his neck in nervousness.
damon’s smirk grows wider, and he chuckles. “mhm. but i bet you’d look damn good in it…”
graham is mortified at the fact that damon wants to dress him in something for women to wear in the bedroom. he’d feel so exposed. it’s almost more exposing than being fully naked in front of him.
he tugs at graham’s shirt. “please…?” he asks, attempting to make puppy eyes with his bottom lip sticking out.
his hand reaches to press a teasing squeeze to graham’s groin, not helping the fact that he’s already half-hard from what damon was doing while he was washing the dishes. he bites back a noise, nudging him off. god, he’s like a dog in heat.
“for fuck’s sake, fine!” the guitarist takes it from him. “do you want to help, or do you want a grand reveal?”
damon sits down on the bed, tugging his shirt over his head. “big reveal…”
graham huffs and goes into the bathroom. he’s absolutely mortified. he pulls off his clothes and starts to get himself into it. it’s not the most comfortable thing he’s ever worn.
it has a silk, lacey cup which doesnt fit his chest at all, of course, and it’s entirely see-through. the bottoms aren’t much better, and you can see his arousal embarrassingly clearly. the garters hug his legs and even have little bows.
he covers his face, peeking through his fingers in the mirror. he looks ridiculous, and his face has never felt so warm.
the underwear may as well be non existent, as he cant even see the back of them when he turns around, except for where it reappears just below his back dimples and connects on his hip.
“d-damon, im not sure it fits…” he stutters out. “i dont know about this…”
“bloody hell, just come here…” he calls from the bedroom, and graham slowly opens the door. he’s hiding himself with his hands.
“d-dames…” its almost a whimper.
damon licks his lip. “oh, god…you look so sexy, love…turn around…”
graham gasps and shakes his head, but damon comes over to him to manually turn him around, chuckling. “oh, love, look at you…”
graham’s never felt so embarrassed in his life. damon turns him back around and immediately kisses him, pressing him gently to the wall next to the bed.
the guitarist whimpers against his lips, hands finally leaving his crotch and placing themselves onto damon’s hips. his large tongue wriggles itself past graham’s lips to feel around his mouth. he groans.
he breaks after a moment, reaching over into the drawer beside their bed and then kissing him again. he pops open the cap and slicks his fingers behind him, before putting it back into the drawer and closing it.
one hand moves the silky underwear out of the way and his fingers slide inside. graham whines against his lips, now chasing the feeling of both his lips and his fingers. he breaks, panting. “damon…”
“mh…that feel good?” he asks softly, part teasing, part genuinely wanting to know if he feels good.
the guitarist nods desperately, face buried in his chest. the pleasure feels amazing, but the more he pulls the underwear away, the tighter it becomes against his length, and it makes him groan.
damon removes his fingers reluctantly, and earns a whine in protest. “shhh…patience…you’ll get the feeling back once youre comfy on the bed…”
he pulls him over to the bed and lays him down on the sheets, before getting his jeans and underwear off. he removes his partner’s glasses gently and his fingers wiggle their way back in to keep him happy.
graham mewls, hand grabbing the sheets firmly.
“god, look at you…” his fingers move at that pace that he knows graham loves, pressing in and out and making him shiver and whine. “god, you drive me insane…”
the guitarist looks up at him, face flushed. the fingers retract again, and he whimpers in need. “n-no! no, damon…” he’s throbbing with need, and there’s nothing to keep giving him pleasure. he dosnt care that he’s begging for it.
“chill, you’ll get ‘em back in a second…so needy…” he scoops him up and flips him onto his front. “can i move you?”
graham nods. the singer removes the underwear so they dont get in the way and practically manhandles him into a position. his legs are tucked under him in a way that makes his hips tilt up beautifully when he arches his back. he slots a pillow under his tummy for support.
he feels utterly exposed, vulnerable and completely on show like this. “right, here you go…”
but instead of the fingers graham was expecting to feel, he’s greeted with the real damn thing. he’ll never get used to damon’s size. it always catches him off guard.
“god, youre tight, grah…” he groans out, starting to rock his hips hard and slow. its hard to stay gentle with how good he looks in this lingerie. and how tight he feels around him. its intoxicating.
the guitarist mewls again, face buried into the pillows as he’s filled over and over, hitting his sweet spot just right every time. this angle was incredible.
its a constant chorus of whimpers and squirms as he chases the feelings. its pointless trying to hold back the noises, as they get ripped from his lips anyway.
“youre so good…you take me so damn well…” damon praises, panting and kissing the back of his neck, before latching onto the side of it.
graham swears under his breath, hips bucking just slightly under him. “mmph- deeper…”
damon complies immediately. anything to spoil him. he presses deeper, hands resting on his hips to keep him steady enough so that he doesnt move them too much.
“you take me so well, dont you?”
the guitarist whines and nods, tightening around him and making him moan softly and press deeper, thrown off of his rhythm. his speed had been slowly increasing, and graham hadn’t mentioned it once.
“yeah? use your words, darling…”
he slows down just slightly so graham can get the words out but he still whines at the loss of so much friction.
his voice is so small, as if expecting rejection or it’s a silly ask.
the singer’s pace slows and then stops, pulling out slowly. “of course, baby…” he helps him turn over, kissing his forehead before filling him once more and getting back to the pace they had before.
he pants and moans, legs wrapping around his middle comfortably. the sight of graham being nudged back and forth by his pace, still in that pink lacey bralette made him feel dizzy.
“m’close…” he stutters out. “really close…”
damon nods, leaning down to press a kiss or two to his neck. “me too…”
“oh, dames…dames, im gonna-“ he gasps and cries out softly as he finally finds his release. the way he tenses around him is enough to send damon tumbling over too, face buried in his neck as he spills.
graham feels the warmth spread inside and groans. he’s sensitive, so sensitive.
damon is quick to react, slowly easing out of him so that he doesn’t end up hurting him, but still ends up making a few sensitive noises escape. “sorry, sorry…”
once out, the singer leans down to lick him clean. “damon, dont be filthy…” he pats his head, still panting and shaking. “m-stop…too sensitive…” he squirms, and damon stops completely.
he chuckles and licks his lips, lying next to him and pulling him close. “so proud of you, sweetheart. did so well.”
“ugh, get me out of this thing…” his limbs feel far too weak to get out of the lingerie thats still on him, so damon helps him out of it before scooping him up into his arms again and holding him close.
graham’s face goes to hide in damon’s chest, still a bit embarrassed by the whole ordeal of damon finding him stupidly attractive in ladieswear.
“m’gonna be really sore tomorrow…”
damon smiles, proud of himself for doing such a good job. he pets graham’s hair soothingly and starts to pepper kisses all over his head.
the guitarist groans softly. “i need a shower really badly…”
damon smiles. “lets get us both a nice warm shower. we’re all sticky and god knows what else…”
before graham can react, he’s scooped up bridal style and carried to the bathroom, giggling and looping his arms around his neck.
he’s helped to his feet under the warm spray of water and tugged close into damon’s arms. the steam envelops them, as the water soothes their tired bodies. this is home. warm and safe in damon’s arms.
