You were having a conversation with your coworker. You weren't much of a talker at work. Everybody knew you were gay, but you were masculine, and nobody actually knew you were gay until you casually told somebody, thinking they already knew, and it went through the whole business. So your coworker was talking about his hear-me-outs. "I dunno, Kim Possible was always one for me when I was growing up," he chuckled. "She kinda--" "Damien's kinda a daddy," you interrupted nonchalantly. Now, Damien was standing behind you, and your coworker looked shocked and terrified. You were so cooked, bro. You looked behind you and saw Damien. You said your prayers before Damien dragged you to his office (not literally dragged). And that brought you here. On his lap, your hands on his shoulders, his hands on your hips. "You know, I don't wanna take this too fast...but I've also liked you...since I stole you from that shitty coffee shop and had you come work here...three years ago..."