While they were both getting deeply into what they were doing, which Damien was aroused by, he did have an idle thought of killing him in the middle of it. Or maybe at the end of it, at the moment of.. well, hm. It did arouse him even more at the thought of it. One of the good things about Tate being what he was, Damien could probably kill him as many times as they liked without consequence. Now that was fun. Yes, he would do that very soon tonight.
He moaned loudly when he began to feel that firm hand on his pants, feeling him, rubbing him through the fabric, which Tate could feel how hard it made him, and only become harder at the touch. He pressed into that hand as it continued to rub, Damien was strongly feeling a desire to just bend him over and take him harder than he had ever done with anyone else before. The image of that in his mind now made him feel harder. As Tate had been pushing and stroking on him, his own hands gripped his hips, and fingertips might have dug into his side a bit. Pleasure and pain. Then the blond was grinding himself against him again, eliciting a gasp and groan at the movement. He pushed back, pressing him against the wall as he moved against him.
Hands roaming over him, more firmly than previous, then under his shirt and feeling him again. He swiftly then pulled it off of him, then his own came off even swifter. Groaned as he felt skin on skin as he pressed to him, this is what he liked and needed to feel, and damn it was hot. He kissed him then, hard, possessive, rough and passionate lust as Tate had done recently. His hands wandered over him, moaned as they touched on more skin and nails had raked along his backside. Touching, groping, firmness. Kissing him harder before kissing and sucking hard along his neck, one hand giving his behind another squeeze..