Be My Slave (Måneskin Fanfiction // Damiano Victoria Ethan Thomas)

number 57: poland

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Content warning: explicit sexual content

We got out of the plane, all together. A limo had taken us from the airport to drive us to the hotel. We had arrived to Poland. As we were getting out of the car, I saw all the fans cheering. There were at least a hundred people waiting for their arrival. I watched them happily as they were giving out autographs and taking pictures with their fans.

After an hour or so, we finally entered the hotel room. Thomas, Ethan and Victoria said they were too hungry so they left their suitcases to the hotel service and went directly to eat. Damiano had told me to went up to our room first. I agreed.

I entered the room before him, I heard him closing the door behind us.

I threw my bag to the armchair. I turned back and saw him stepping near me. He continued to walk on me and I stepped back until the back of my legs hit the bed. I knew the familiar look in his eyes. He whispered as our bodies were only millimeters away from each other.

"I missed you." he said, he wrapped one his arm around me. He hold the back of my thighs and squeezed it. I was wearing a short skirt so he was touching my bare skin. I whispered, letting my breath rub his lips. "I missed you too."

This was enough for him. He pushed me to the bed, leaning on me not taking long.He quickly took my shirt off. I did the same to him. He went in for a kiss. He was kissing hard, I could feel his weight on me. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my nails to his back.

"June..." he moaned my name. "How can you manage to make me feel like this." he whispered as he was taking my bra off.

Was he serious? Did he have any idea of the impact he had on me. With every touch, I felt more and more alive. Every word he spoke, I was falling in deeper. With every kiss, I breathed more of him.

He took my skirt quickly. When he took my underwear off with his teeth, I couldn't help but let a moan escape my lips. He had left small kisses through my leg, as he was removing the little fabric.

After getting rid of all the clothes on me, he didn't hesitate to go down on me. First, I felt his tongue and kisses between my thighs, on the bones that connected my genitals and legs. He squeezed my leg when his lips touched my clit. He used his mouth and his fingers in the best  way possible. All I could do was to breathe heavily, my back arched and moan.

Once he was done with his work, I pulled myself together and took over the control. I made him lay on his back. I draw pictures with my hands on his body, following the lines of his tattoos. I removed his pants and boxer-shorts all at once. He knew what I was about to do so he hold my hair to help.

It didn't take a long time for him to find his way inside me. I loved how fast and harsh his moves are. When it was about sex, he was far away from the 'gentleman' he was in the real life.

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Once we were both finished, we laid down on the bed, smoking a cigarette. I felt him carry me once I had put out my cigarette. I laughed when he carried me in his arms. 

"What are you doing?" I asked. We were both still naked. He shrugged as if he wasn't carrying a literal human being. He walked us to the bathroom. He put me in the bathtub. I pulled my legs towards my body to create a space for him to sit down as well. 

He turned on the water and sat down. I felt his hands on my hair. I turned my back to him, leaning on his legs. He started to massage my hair, occasionally moving his hands around my body. When he started to sing in a soft voice, I knew my life couldn't get any better than this. Maybe I had died, and this was what heaven looked like. 

I rested my head on his knees. He leaned in for a kiss but since his legs were in between him and me, he couldn't reach it. I smiled to this and he smiled back.

We spent a little more time, simply washing each other. I loved him touching my hair and I loved doing the same to him. When we were softly touching each other's body, it was hard not to go for the round two but we managed it somehow.

When we were both done, he was the first one to got out of the bathtub. He wrapped a towel around his waist and he brought me one too. He didn't let me do it myself and he wrapped the towel around me. After he did that, he again, carried me in his arms. He put me to bed again and he lay down as well. He hugged me from my back, as the big spoon. I crawled inside his arms.

"I'm so lucky to have you." I said. My eyes were closed, mesmerized by what we were living together. "I could never imagine this was the way our lives would turn out."

"I guess I always knew," he whispered to my ear. "I always knew I belonged with you."

I kissed his hand that was resting on my chest. 

The others had probably understood we weren't going to make it to the lunch/dinner. They had a meeting in the evening but we had time until then. I let myself to sleep in his arms, breathing his scent. I felt his heartbeats on my back through his chest before losing myself to sleep.

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Pretty eventless chapter but the butterflieesssss----