“Ahh, you’re hurting me.” Good, Damiano thought, giving him another vicious bruise. He deserved to be hurt for saying inane shit like that. He wished the room weren’t so dark and he could see the bruises all over that pale neck. “Damiano,” was a breathless whisper as fingers buried in his hair again. Not pushing him away. Pulling him closer. And Damiano went, sucking new bruises into his skin. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to be rid of him.
