Nikolay. Which is something Damien relishes in because it isn't normal talking, laughter, etc. It's something meant for Damien in reaction to Damien and his actions.
Who is more experimental?
Damien has done most of everything under the sun. He knows his limits, dos and don'ts so the only one left is Nikolay who wants to be able to go toe to toe with Damien, but still doesn't know how far he can take things.
Who takes more risks?
Damien because he's a MANWHORE. I mean that with love. Nikolay isn't one to take risks. He needs to know he has safety.
Do they fuck or make love?
It can seem like they could just fuck for no reason, but it has a reason. Always has a reason even if it's something small like "he looks great today" or something. So I guess make love, not fuck.
Lights on or off?
Either or.
Who is more likely to be caught masturbating?
Damien. 120% certain.
Who comes first?
Nikolay. Inexperience. Extra "virgin" olive oil.
Who is better at oral and who prefers it?
Probably Damien as far as skill, but inexperience and experimentation from Nikolay is apparently a turn on in Damien Land. Nikolay prefers to give, rather than receive. Like Christmas. Well, it's pretty equal, maybe.
Who is more submissive?
Nikolay. Except Gay King.
Who usually initiates things?
Depends on the time of the day. Who annoys who first. etc.
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Nikolay's head softly thumped against the table in his Music Theory. As per his usual morning ritual the virtue struggled to keep awake for the first class of the day when he had previously stayed up late, again, playing violin till an ungodly hour of the morning. He turned his head slowly over to look up at Damien who was tapping his pen against his lips. The usually meaningless action made Nikolay quickly glance away, mind tumbling towards thoughts he found much more interesting, yet hardly appropriate for class. Again, he glanced up at Damien, watching the pen tapping against his lovers lips slowly be pressed harder against flesh. It made Nikolay's heart race as memories started to flood back.
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Disgruntled and thoroughly peeved, Nikolay trudged back to Damien's room. His disheveled appearance suggested he had been in some sort of scuffle, but it was only with himself. Music was not translating to paper as he had wished and the more Damien texted him to go to sleep, the more irritated he became even though he knew Damien knew well. It was a slow mounting build until Nikolay finally caved, unfulfilled with his musical endeavors and nearly grinding his teeth as he opened his boyfriends dorm door and dropped his bag unceremoniously. "Really?" He sighed harshly. "My phone was about to burst with the amount of-so called- urgent messages you had to keep sending. I'm here. What, pray tell, do you want?"
It wasn't as if Christmas Day was an occasion to dread. Sure, it had its awkward moments, sometimes downright dreadful moments, but Nikolay wasn't sure how to help Damien in the current situation. As he stood near the stove cooking eggs, Nikolay could hear the voices of his various family members in the room off to his left. Though, it was mostly just his grandmother asking question after question. He sighed, shoulders sinking while poking at the sizzling eggs in the frying pan. 'I'm so sorry, Damien.' He mentally apologized over and over as his grandmother, Betty, continued to ask Damien personal questions from the dining room.
"It's so nice to have you here, Damien. How are you and jelly bean doing?" Betty asked with a glint in her eye as she fluffed her blonde hair. She batted her eyelashes and leaned in closer to better hear Damien's answer, but it was a witch hunt and the hunters came in many forms. Damien was sitting at the end of the table being watched, stared and glared at when Nikolay walked in with the last of breakfast. The virtue rolled his eyes and placed the last plates down with the rest of the large breakfast and sat down to Damien's right. Ellen, Nikolay's mother, sat to her son's right and gave him a kiss on the cheek with some quiet admiration for breakfast while his father Craig, to his wife's right, quietly rearranged the plates right in front of his person. So far, Betty, Ellen and Craig were the least of Damien's problem. For the most part they liked Damien very much, Betty and Ellen adoring him. While Craig appreciated his existence from arms length, treating Damien like the ruffian coming to steal away his child. Damien's biggest concerns were the ones sitting farthest away with Cavalier, Nikolay's grandfather and Craig's father. And Vera; grandmother, mother and life partner to Nikolay, Ellen and Betty respectively. They were not smiling, but instead quietly observing, analyzing and judging Damien right down to the way he was breathing. Though they did break their stony expressions to politely thank their grandson for breakfast.
"Well Mister Fredricks," Cavalier suddenly spoke as he started to fill his plate and pass them down the line, "this is the first time we've met officially, but my grandson speaks highly of you, always has." He glanced over Damien as plates were passed around, silverware clinking against plates. "How is school going for yo--"
"Enough father." Craig suddenly hissed. "Leave the boy be and lets all eat before it gets cold." He fixed his glasses that had fallen down the bridge of his nose. "It would be a waste on Nikolay's part, making breakfast for us all." Craig glanced down at Damien and gave him a little nod. Cavalier let out a deep sigh and nodded once. "Well then why don't we let the guest say grace, hm? Does that sound fine with you Mister Fredricks?" Cavalier's head tipped back slightly as he looked down upon Damien from the head of the table. Nikolay had his head lowered and he nudged Damien's foot with his own under the table, giving him a worried look.
