You Make Me Sick... With Love. ((Dobster/Damian))

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"That i've been talking, trying to smooze my way into your pants. But you just... blink a lot," he said.

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Damien blinked again and then smiled, a dimple forming in his left cheek. He leaned over the counter towards the male. "My brother told me once that I'm dense and very literal. If you want something from me, just say so." he said, looking at the beauty before him. "I would be a true dumbass to turn it down.

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Dobster leaned in and kissed the man's lips lightly, "Then don't be a dumbass."

[praiseofblood]

Damien was surprised but returned the kiss.

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Dobster ran his tongue over the man's lips before pulling back. "You're burning my food."

[praiseofblood]

"No, I'm not," Damien said, easily, as he turned to attend to the wok, before spreading the food onto two plates.

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Dobster smiled and accepted a plate. "It's good."

[praiseofblood]

"Thanks," Damien said with a slight, smile. "Albeit I was a bit distracted."

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"That's what I'm here for, babe. To distract you," he winked.

[praiseofblood]

"Oh really?" Damien asked with a smile.

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Dobster ran his tongue up the side of his fork.

[praiseofblood]

Damien shook his head. "You are evil."

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"I like to taunt. I like to tempt. And I Like you," he said with a lick to his bottom lip.

[praiseofblood]

'I am tempted." Damien said, looking at the male.

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Dobster finished the last of his wine. "Then satisfy the urge."