Re: [Treatment Facility: Dami & Misha]
"Boardgames," he repeated, making it into one word on his tongue. "Such as Monopoly? I know this one. I have not played it, before you ask." It did sound childish to Damian, but most things did. "Do you desire to visit home? We could go after I am finished here, if you wish. I would like to see it, in spite of the racism and homophobia." Damian squeezed Misha's fingers in his own, before releasing him. "I have told you, you may have my shirt when you leave. We will trade." He wriggled his fingers now, as they were pulled upon. "'Uber'? No." Damian sighed and lifted his ass again, to fish out wallet, and from within, a card. He inspected it a moment and passed it over. It was for a company often used by Wainright Industries for professional purposes and executives. The cars had dividers.
But, yes, the kissing was well-timed. Damian had already had to think through Misha in the backseat of the car. He squirmed slightly against the boy when he was pinned forward, but it was not an attempt to escape. It was simply to feel the resistance and the weight and strength of Misha. He shifted himself, so he was straddling Misha's lap now, rather then settled within it, and his hands knotted behind nape of blond briefly. —Then, he was distracted by the boy's lips, obviously, and touched there, blinking slowly as fingertips were sucked into cleave of warm mouth. He hooked his fingers behind teeth when Misha called him beautiful and he tugged. It was not nice, but he laughed a little then let go, withdrawing fingers down in a stain of spit to Misha's chin. "I will show you," he promised, watching Misha's gaze drop. "Yes, I have missed other things, as well." He did not think there was any topic they were meant to stick to or stray from, so Damian made no value judgements about the veer of conversation.
"Do you desire for me to name other things I have missed?" He asked, still tired, but certainly with less sluggish circulation now that he was becoming aroused (and, as he had not been aroused in some time, it came with a vengeance). He shifted over Misha's lap with deliberation. No thought was given to the fact that they could be walked in (out?) on at any moment. It was not that he did not care, particularly. It was that his mind did not offer the fact. "You may tell me what you have missed of me, if you desire, besides kissing. I assume we are not referring to things such as sleeping beside one another or being in the same space, but rather things more along the lines of sucking you off. Yes?"