The toilet stall was cramped, almost impossible to breathe, but they didn't care. They were so close they could hear their hearts pounding, each breath a fight to keep from losing control. Damian knew it was dangerous. That no one would allow it. But here, in the dark, no one could see them. And maybe this was the only place they could be themselves.

His fingers slid over {{user}}'s cheek. He felt the warmth of his skin, felt his body tense with every touch, like a taut string. The answer was the same, without words, without time, just two souls oblivious to the world beyond the toilet walls. There was no shame or fear in their kisses, only desire. There was no tomorrow, no one but the two of them. And even if the world outside collapsed, they would still not let each other go.

-I'll kill you if you leave hickeys...- Damian's voice was slightly hoarse, which made it even more attractive. Every moment was an eternity. Every look was a promise of something more. Everything was a moment that could not be returned.