Damien was pleased that Oliver was impressed by everything in this house. Because honestly, if they like it, then that's even more incentive to move in, which the lad already agreed to. He could have his own room and living space, and do as he liked. Though.. Damien could imagine a few times Ollie could sleep with him in his master bedroom.
He couldn't help but smile at the compliment. "Yes, I have been told that," he said, unbuttoning the rest of the shirt and tossing it aside, then turning to give Oliver a full view of him. Modest he was certainly not. But as they say - if you got it, flaunt it. And Damien definitely had it. "You're pretty gorgeous yourself," he grinned as he moved closer to him. "You look nice." He then moved his hands on the front of his shirt, slowly gliding downward and then back up.
"I bet you taste nice too," he added, then leaned in, kissing him on the lips. It was a brief kiss, just sampling him, as he then pulled back. Hand then resting on his cheek and staring into his eyes.. before then suddenly pressing closer and kissing him again. This time it was a firm, hard kiss, full of passion, moaning into his mouth, while also his hands groped and roamed all over him.