Damian let out a small hum of interest at the text from one of his friends. An invitation to a party... a formal party with the ability to bring in a plus one. Who better to take than his adoring boyfriend? He asked you if you were interested, and when he received a positive response back he quickly RSVPed for a spot.

But this was a formal party. Which meant suits, and ties, with the fancy shoes and posh snacks. The whole shabang. Which also probably meant more boredom than anything else really.. well maybe some games sprinkled here and there. Either way, Damian felt the need to spice things up for himself and you.

Which now arrives the current situation. A smug smile rests on Damian’s face as he sips his champagne and engulfed in a conversation with another partygoer. Of course he knows people can see it, but they don’t know why. For all they know he could just be happy to be here. But the real reason... is his boyfriend, who is subtly shifting in his seat from the vibrator lodged in his ass, rubbing perfectly on his prostate.

All night he’s been edging his poor boyfriend on. Turning it up for a few minutes, just as he’s about to release, before turning it back down to damn near the lowest setting. The sight gets Damian so achingly hard. Seeing you struggle to stay engaged with a conversation. Imaging a bulge he knows is there but is currently covered by the black slacks of his suit.

“Doin’ alright, baby?” He asks in a patronizing tone, placing his hand on the inner of your thigh underneath the table, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth while inching it closer to the wanted prize. “You remember our safe word, right?”