Roommates With Benefits [BL]

Chapter 102: Premium Roommate Privileges Activated (18+)

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The soft light from the bedside lamp stretched shadows across our small room, giving it a charged, intimate vibe. I lay there on my back, my heart racing like it was trying to escape, with Damien’s warm body beside me. His arm casually rested on my waist, but there was nothing casual about the way his fingers started tracing slow patterns along the hem of my shirt.

My thoughts were a complete fucking mess, What were we doing? But my body betrayed me, leaning into his touch just a bit before I could stop myself.

"Relax, Oliver," Damien whispered, his voice low and a bit rough, sending unwelcome shivers up my spine. He moved closer, his breath brushing over my ear as his hand slipped under my shirt again.

His palm was warm, just rough enough to feel real against my skin, and he took his time, as if he had all night to explore me. "You’re so tense. Let me take care of it."

I swallowed hard, trying to protest, but my voice caught in my throat as his fingers found my nipple again. He circled it slowly at first, a light touch that made my breath hitch despite my efforts to stay calm.

Girls had touched me before.just quick brushes during rushed makeouts, but this? This was different, Damien’s thumb brushed over the sensitive peak, pinching it gently, rolling it between his fingers with a maddening patience.

A jolt shot straight down to my groin, and I tensed, biting my cheek to stay quiet. He tugged lightly, then soothed the sting with another slow circle, his other hand joining in on the other side.

"D...damn," I whispered, the word slipping out before I could stop it.

This motherfucker...

My nipples hardened under his touch, turning into tight, aching points that reacted to every flick and twist. Damien hummed in approval, resting his chin on my shoulder as he watched his own handiwork, as if he was completely captivated by how my body responded.

He pinched a little harder this time, and a soft gasp escaped me as my back arched off the bed without thinking. Heat rushed to my face, so embarrassed it made my ears burn.

This shouldn’t feel this good. It’s just my nipples. I’ve had girlfriends, I’ve done things that were way worse this? Why does his hand feel like it’s rewriting everything?

"You’re sensitive here," Damien said quietly, his teasing tone making my stomach flip. He rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, applying just enough pressure to make me squirm. "Look at you, all worked up. It’s so cute."

"S–shut up," I managed to say, but it came out weak. My voice was shaky and breathy, and I hated how obvious it was.

I held onto the sheets instead of pushing him away, my hips shifting restlessly as that familiar ache built lower down. He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated in my chest and switched tactics, using the flat of his palm to stroke both nipples at once before focusing again.

Circling, pinching, tugging, rolling. Over and over until they throbbed, until every touch sent jolts of reluctant pleasure through me. I could feel myself leaking already, a damp spot forming in my sweatpants, and the realization freaked me out and excited me at the same damn time!

Damien’s hand moved lower then, sliding down my heated stomach slowly, making every nerve ending come alive. His fingers teased along the waistband of my sweatpants for a moment, dipping just beneath the elastic, before slipping fully inside.

Holy shit!

The first brush of his fingertips against my already aching cock sent a jolt through me so sharp I nearly shot up. He paused, letting that realization sink in, then came that low, pleased chuckle, rich and warm, vibrating against my shoulder like he’d just conquered something.

He paused to let the moment sink in, then let out a low, satisfied chuckle that felt warm against my shoulder, as if he’d just achieved a personal victory.

"Well, well," he drawled, satisfaction lacing his voice with that familiar playful tease that made me crumble inside. "What do we have here? Looks like someone’s been enjoying some attention on his nipples more than he’d like to admit. You’re rock hard and making quite the mess, Oliver. Just leaking all over yourself as if you can’t help it."

I felt my face heat up, a deep flush creeping down my neck and chest.

"T...this is y–your fault," I hissed, the words spilling out in a frantic rush, even as my body betrayed me, my cock twitching eagerly against his exploring fingers. "You and your stupid hands and that stupid voice...damn it, Damien! If you don’t—"

But my protests faded into a choked gasp as he wrapped his hand fully around me. The shock sent a jolt through me, his palm was warm and slightly rough from whatever he did with those long fingers, and the way he confidently encircled my length made my mind short-circuit.

His hand!

On my dick!

My roommate’s hand, like it was the most normal thing ever. I gripped his forearm tightly, my nails digging into his muscle; I wasn’t pushing him away, but holding on as if letting go would mean acknowledging just how much I craved this.

Damien shushed me softly, that familiar chuckle wrapping around us like a warm embrace.

"Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. After all... what kind of roommate or friend would I be if I left you high and dry?" His words were playful but had a possessive edge that sent another thrill through me. "I’ll take responsibility."

I groaned, there’s no way this was happening...fuck!

He began to stroke me, slowly at first, taking his time, gliding from base to tip with a loose grip that made me aware of every inch of friction.

His thumb slid over the slick head on each upward pass, spreading the persistent bead of precome that just wouldn’t stop leaking, making each slide wetter and smoother.

I bit my lip hard, trying to suppress the sounds rising up my throat, but it was a losing battle. A shaky breath escaped me, turning into a mortifying whimper as he twisted his wrist just right on the next stroke, adding a bit more pressure around the sensitive head.