Re: Roof: Damian/Misha
Damian was not quite prepared to give up the fight about the roof. He knew if he came into the room, he would be capitulating, even if he did wish to do so. He looked at the crooked, beckoning finger, and he attempted to withstand it. He would have lifted his chin, but then his eyes would have disappeared under the hood, so he simply sat. He smiled a little at the notion of 'like Greyson, but sexy,' but he did not immediately break from the sill.
"I do not mean because you have a dick and she does not. Genitals are not what attracts me to you or attracted me to her." Damian loosened the hoodie strings. He swung one leg. "Besides, do you not think I enjoy being fucked by you too much to worry so overmuch about Barbara? If we are reducing you both to what you have between your legs." Now he stood, unable to remain where he was with Misha there on the bed, asking for him. He crawled onto the narrow pallet on hands and knees, and he allowed himself to collide with the boy, and eagerly. He kissed golden lips with insistence. It was not proof, it was need. Then he pulled back an inch. He had buried his hands in the skirt again. He liked the feel of it, and the hints of the angel's body amid the cumulus gathering. "I," he stated with the utmost solemnity, "have a boner for you as well." A headshake that lost him his hood. "Not for Barbara." Damian was unable to stop himself from uttering the technicality this time. "Technically, I have had multiple boners for you." He beamed.