My New Roommate - Finale

I thought when I woke up he’d still be there smirking, ready to pull another trick. But Damien wasn’t leaning against the wall this time, no sly grin, no challenge. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, shoulders slouched, like the game was paused.

When I shifted, he looked back at me with eyes that weren’t teasing for once.

“Owen,” he said low, “I should tell you something.”

I stayed quiet.

“The whole ‘innocent’ thing? That was me messing with you. I saw you staring at me from day one. Knew you wanted me. So I twisted it. Pushed you harder. And yeah, I liked seeing how far you’d go.” He gave a small shrug. “But I don’t wanna play tonight. Not like that. Let’s try it differently. Just… us.”

It didn’t sound romantic. It sounded like he wanted one last round, stripped of bullshit.

He undressed slow—no teasing, no dramatic performance—just peeling off his shirt, then his jeans, and standing bare in front of me. He didn’t look like he was trying to seduce me. He looked like he was daring me to take him for real this time.

I grabbed him, dragged him into the bed. The kiss wasn’t soft—it was deep, hungry, like we were making up for everything unsaid. Our hands gripped hard, pulling, groping, dragging each other closer.

When I lay back, Damien climbed on top of me, straddling my hips. He reached between us, guided me inside him with a soft gasp, and his whole body shuddered. His eyes locked on mine as he sank down, inch by inch, until I was buried completely.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered, his voice breaking, breath hot against my lips. “I want to feel you.”

I held his hips, helping him move, but it was Damien who set the pace—slow, rolling, grinding against me like he wanted to memorize the shape of me inside him. He moaned my name, not hiding behind a smirk, not taunting, just raw and desperate.

And it hit me—this wasn’t an act anymore. This was him. Damien, without walls, without games.

Our lips met again, wet and trembling, while he rode me, sweat shining on his skin. I could feel him clench tighter, his breath ragged, his body trembling on top of mine. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking frantically.

“Owen—fuck—I’m cumming—”

He collapsed against me as he came, moaning into my mouth, spilling between us. The sight, the sound, the feel of him shaking on my cock—pushed me over. I clutched him tighter and came deep inside him, both of us clinging to each other like we were drowning.

When it was over, Damien lay on my chest, his body sticky and warm against mine. He traced circles lazily on my skin, sighing.

That was it. He dozed off against me, and I let myself sink into the warmth, brain fried from everything we’d just done.

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I said it's the last chapter because it kinda is but there's an extra chapter to wrap up the story coming tomorrow.