That smile on Tate's face was honestly the only affirmation Damien had needed about the offer. To set up a death timetable, albeit a random order of it. Or he could do so in person on some occasions. Only difference in this case? Tate would always come back. And then it could happen again, and again, each time a different method or style of death. The idea had intrigued himself as well. To be able to kill someone with no consequence, to give in to that dark side of his. The fact of being able to come back after meant it could happen as much as the blond would want it too. And it would be quite fun too, he had to admit. Could be quite the interesting experiment. Oh, he was starting to like him already. To be able to give into darkness together, to explore it, play with that side of human nature without any resistance or morals getting in the way. It was rare to be met with someone who so closely reminded him of his own self.
He was only slightly surprised that the sudden kiss was accepted. And then returned, and ohhh damn was it returned even better, feeling Tate kiss him back with as much need and desire as Damien had started it. And oh so fucking hot, he realized as Tate pulled him close. He went along with that motion, letting himself be pulled close, arms around Tate's waist and hold him close against himself, feeling the body against him and making him even more warm from it. Damien's hands roamed all over his back and sides as they kissed, groping, moving. He moaned against his mouth as he felt Tate now kissing him harder. He liked that quite a bit, he liked that style of his. Kissing back against him to match it just as hard, in equal passion. His hands wandered downward yet again, one hand gripping the hip, while the other had then slid underneath Tate's shirt for more contact as his fingertips brushed on skin.