#oops maybe i stayed up til 3am finishing this off lastnight

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💤Damiano X reader

NSFW🔥 smutty sexy dirrty talkin times with swearing & drinking

°Damiano David & female reader insert ✨ cameos by Victoria & Ethan

°🎶I can't believe I'm telling you this, but I've had a couple drinks and... oh my God! Last night- Damn, you were in my sex dreams || Damiano corners you to ask why you've been behaving so strangely towards him all day

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°requested by @lifeofa-fangirl & their pick from this list of smutty dialogue prompts. They selected 96: “I had this dream and- fuck- you couldn’t keep your hands off me.” & added fuel to thefire by specifying: Reader and Dami being friends and one of them saying this to the other, which leads to… stuff? - stuff you shall have my dear💋 ask & it shall be given-- requests are open!

°title/some of the dialogue stolen from Lady Gaga

"What did I do?"

You were startled out of your thoughts, feeling a body invading your personal space. Your hand slipped on the tray full of ice you had been trying to wrangle out of the freezer and it finally came free, onto the ground in front of Damiano's feet.

"Shit." You had been in the process of making yourself another drink, hoping that would help you act a bit more normal.

Poor timing and a lack of spatial awareness had you bending down, almost mirroring his movements. Your heads collided and you groaned, while he laughed. You put a hand to your forehead as you straightened up.

"Go sit down, I'll get it." He offered, crouched down in front of the upturned plastic tray. "You were having Fireball, right?"

"Yeah, but I can-"

"Shut up, I know how to make your favourite drink." He said and pointed to the kitchen counter. "Sit."

You did as you were told, even though this was exactly what you had been avoiding for the whole night. Somehow, in a house full of people, you had found yourself in an empty room, the only room that the party hadn't reached.

You were seated on the countertop, pushing your sweaty palms over your jeans in an effort to dry them. There was a strange lump in your throat and you weren't used to feeling this way around him. He was one of your oldest friends, usually you couldn't shut up when hanging out with him, the two of you could talk for hours, laughing at jokes that everyone else had long since grown tired of.

"So what did I do?" He reiterated.

"Huh?" You were looking at the glass that he had found a couple of ice cubes to drop into.

"You have been avoiding me all night and you didn't send me a Snap back, we're gonna lose our streak and you're my longest streak."

You thought of having his face pop up onto your phone every single morning for well over one hundred mornings in a row - no matter what he was doing, or where in the world he was. Sometimes it was a dumb filter, altering his features. Other times it was just the top of his face with the word streak typed over it.

You curled some hair behind your ear. "You're mine, too. You're the only person I've ever gotten to three digits with…" You pulled your phone out of your pocket and tapped on the yellow Snapchat icon.

"You had better be sending me a Snap right now."

"I am, I am." You took a photo of your shoe, not a single witty caption coming into your mind. You clicked through to the next screen, selecting the one and only recipient as Dorkus, his screen name - your nickname from him was the matching end of that insult, Malorkus.

He had selected a larger cup than what you had been drinking from all night, confidentially pouring in the whiskey. Then he added in the vanilla vodka. He looked up at you as he unscrewed the cap of the apple juice. "What is wrong? Oh…" His face fell. "Is it your nonna? How is she in the retirement home, it's been how long now, almost a month, right?"

You were surprised, feeling your earlier frostiness melting away. "She's doing well. I should get to see her soon, like, by the end of the month."

"That's fantastic." 

He knew that your widowed grandmother had been moved from her home, into a facility where she would be taken care of, amongst people in the same age bracket - you had been getting coffee with him when you had gotten the call from your mum. He had held your hand and consoled you that it was okay to cry.

And then he remembered it, despite how much was going on for him - he was still there for you as an empathetic friend. But you had been avoiding him all night, imposing a distance that wasn't natural given your years of companionship.

"You didn't do anything. It's not- nothing's wrong."

He handed the glass to you and stood directly in front of your knees, his eyes piercing straight through your defences. "Well, what's going on? Where is your head at right now?"

"I…" You looked down at the drink and found yourself laughing, nervous, already embarrassed. "I can't believe I'm telling you this, but I've had more than a couple of these and…" You laughed again, remembering and reliving that rush of endorphins you had woken into this morning. "Oh my God…"

"Oh my God, why can't you ever just enjoy something?" Victoria's voice came into the kitchen first, her face was missing her usual smile. She stalked toward the fridge. "You have to dissect everything until none of us can have fun with it anymore. Can't we-"

"It puts us back." Ethan had come in after her. "We can't let people outside the community think that it's okay and it's funny to joke about your gender being an inanimate object. Then they turn around and use shit like that to invalidate everyone's gender identity." You felt Damiano grab your hand and when you looked at him, he jerked his head to the exit of this room. "Why did she have to say it?"

"It was a joke. It was so obviously a joke." She snapped, removing the cap from a bottle of beer.

You slid off of the counter, bowing your head before either of the bickering friends could pull you into their discussion. You held onto Damiano's hand, following him to the doorway.

Ethan continued talking, seemingly not noticing. "Is it a particularly witty joke, to say that you identify as a Tony award? Is that really the best she…"

"That could take a while." You said quietly to Damiano.

"Yeah, let's talk in here…" He had found one of the guest rooms of Victoria's new home. Switching the light on, it was uninhabited. "Somewhere quiet."

You slowly stepped over the threshold, eyeing the bed that was the only piece of furniture in the room. You took a sip of your drink for courage as he shut the door. He sat down on the bed, looking at you - completely oblivious.

"What's up, baby girl?"

You had another sip. "Well, last night I…" You trailed off, feeling your cheeks growing hotter. "I had this dream, and- fuck, you couldn't keep your hands off of me. And maybe, in the dream, I didn't stop you and it got… uh, it got kinda nasty and I…" He was smiling, he looked positively thrilled. "I don't wanna talk about this anymore."

"Wait, wait, wait. This is huge. I have to know everything."

"Motherfucker…"

"Has this ever happened before?"

"No, you've always had girlfriends and I guess, even in my subconscious, I respected that… Except…"

He was sitting forward, getting close to the edge of his seat. "Except?"

"Look, I'm a human being with functioning eyes and a beating heart so I think this is a natural reaction. But when you did that routine on the pole. That was just…" You cleared your throat uncomfortably. "That was a nice thing to watch and maybe I watched it a few times- actually, I watched all of the X Factor performances a lot, you guys are my friends and I was really excited for all of you and…"

He had gotten up from the bed, walking toward you. "How many times did you watch that one?"

"That was years ago, I don't remember…"

"A guess, then? If you had to guess."

You clung to your drink, unable to remember exactly how many you had already consumed since arriving. "I… it was so long ago…"

"Okay, something fresh in your mind then- tell me about your sex dream from last night." He had placed himself in front of you, close enough that you could smell his cologne and see the creases in the makeup under his eyes.

"Dami…" You attempted to stall by taking another sip, filling your mouth.

"I've had them about you before." He said with a casual shrug of his shoulder.

You almost choked on the liquid that was passing down your throat. "What?"

"Yeah, not heaps, but I dunno, like, seven times I guess, spread out over the years."

You exhaled shakily. "Oh. You've just had dirty dreams about me, more than five of them, sure, okay."

"What's the big deal? They're just dreams. One time I had a dream that I was adopting cats from George Bush- yeah, the former president of the United States. Do I think of him while I'm awake? No. Did I wake up feeling suddenly different about him? Also no." He said. "Dreams are weird and they only have meaning if we give them meaning."

"Right…"

"So what's going on here? You're kinda holding onto this dream."

"I dunno."

He licked his lips. "Was I better this time?" Your eyes grew wide. "You know, better than after Kiss This?"

You burst out laughing. "What are you saying?"

"Come on, it was clearly good enough to remember. Indulge me, darling. You kinda owe me a proper explanation, you really had me worried when you were avoiding me all day." He said. "Plus, I made you that drink."

You pushed your shoulders back slightly. "Why do you wanna know so bad?" He paused and you kept going, there was potential in you getting to turn the tables. "You're being such a perv’ right now. Why can't you drop this?"

"We've never lined up like this before - you're single, I'm single. Why can't we just have a bit of a nasty talk? You should get it out of your system…"

"Right, get it out of my system…"

He took the glass from you, helping himself to the last of your drink as he walked back over to the bed. You had thought about an alternate reality wherein you had met at the right time, what it could be like if you dated one of your best friends. Strangers had mistaken you for a couple more than once, which you would always laugh off. But he was attractive and there were times when you would catch yourself looking at him a bit too long, acknowledging how handsome he was.

He sat down on the bed, crossing his legs and looking at you with that devilish smile. "Or we can talk about something else? I think I can hear Ethan's voice, let's get him in here and he can explain whatever he was talking about before, that sounded real interesting and he's great at making his points quickly."

You laughed. "No, no, not necessary." You realised what his angle was - this was just like all of the times you had played truth or dare with him. He wanted to play and you didn't want to seem like a coward. You sat down next to him. "What do you wanna know, perv’?"

He turned to face you, crossing his legs in the space between you and leaning keenly forward. "How did it start?"

You looked skywards, as if trying to recall the perfect starting point. "Well… we had just apparated into the Slytherin dormitories and then…" You trailed off, unable to keep yourself from laughing at the genuine reaction on his face. "I'm kidding. I think we were in your old apartment, the one that just had the piano in there when you moved in."

"Aw, I loved that house. You got high for the first time in that house."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, what an amazing night that was - you and Tom laughing at me and throwing gummy worms at me while I just stared at the ceiling fan. Then I ate those gummy worms and every other gummy worm within walking distance and was violently ill the entire next day. That was a fuckin' scream."

"So how did it start, how did I seduce you? Did I use a killer line? Or did I maybe just give you a look and put my hand on your knee?" He asked, placing his hand on your knee. "And you just knew that you had to have me…"

This was beginning to feel less like a joke or a laugh between two friends at a party. But you were feeling the same rush of endorphins and the look on his face was only empowering you to keep talking.

"Actually we were just, like, chilling on your couch and showing each other shit on our phone - you know, as we do…"

"As we do." He repositioned, placing his back against the headboard and pulling on your arm, dragging you over to sit beside him. "Like this."

Your sides were pressed together now, the images from the dream were still so vivid. "Just like this. And I guess it was night 'cause the room was dark…"

"Like this?" He asked, stretching one arm out to switch the light off.

The darkness wanted to take over, but elements of the party continued to impose itself into the room. Although muffled by the shut door, the music could still be heard (an eighties pop song) and the fairy-lights strung up in the backyard could be viewed through the thin curtains. His face was mostly lost to the shadows now, but you knew him well enough that you could probably guess at his expressions.

"Yeah, but we could still kinda see 'cause of our phones and the tv was on, it was the blue screensaver or whatever."

"Ooh, mood lighting, very nice." He said.

You licked your lips. "Yeah, so we were hanging out and then you did your little trick of undoing my bra, 'cause you always do that."

"Probably 'cause I was trying to get your attention…" You felt the warmth of his hand as his fingers explored the back of your shirt. "'Cause it always gets your attention." Within seconds, you felt the elastic around your torso relax. "Did it work?"

It was a move of pure reflex as you pushed the fallen strap of your bra back onto your shoulder. "Yes, it did. And I went to tell you off, you know, like I do…"

"Like you do." He said, his voice soft and all you could think about was how his arm was still around you.

"But I didn't… um, I didn't get to say anything 'cause right then- in the dream, you kissed me." You laughed breathlessly. "And that pretty much shut me up, as I'm sure you can imagine."

"I think I could imagine." He had rested his forehead against yours and you were glad to not have to see how his eyes were undoubtedly staring straight into your soul right now. "It was probably an open-mouthed kind of kiss, right?" His fingers moved to your chin. "And it'd be the kind of kiss that you can't help but keep going. I would imagine…"

"Yeah." You whispered.

His hand slid up your face, caressing your cheek before moving so much closer. All that you could smell was the cinnamon whiskey.

His lips met yours and you instantly kissed him back, experiencing how your bottom lip could fit so well between both of his. His lips were soft and warm, soothing even as your heart started to race.

You had stopped thinking about the dream - the only thing that mattered was right here, finally being kissed by Damiano.

He adjusted his arm around you, properly holding you. You put your hand to the leather strap around his neck, grasping it as a silent invitation to go on. Your legs were getting tangled with his.

His tongue tasted your lips, which parted in response, your excitement ready to bubble over. His tongue glided into your mouth, making you moan and hold onto the top of his body harness firmer. You felt his tongue rake across the roof of your mouth and you put your other arm around his shoulders. You were pressing your chest into his more-and-more - this was definitely no longer a joke, it was also no longer something you could walk away from.

One of his hands played with your hair, making you melt all the more as you tilted your head to give him the ideal angle. His tongue massaged against your own and you were getting so weak - all of these sensations flying to your head, which was already buzzing pleasantly due to the alcohol.

You sighed heavily when his mouth left yours, but he continued to hold you close, keeping you where you felt so secure.

"Did it go something like that, in the dream?" He asked.

"Mm-hmm, something like that…" Your hand had moved lower on the body harness and now you held the strap that ran directly down the centre of his chest. You pushed your fingers down, then back up and slowly down again.

"What did I do next?" He asked, kissing you quickly. "Did I keep kissing you? Or did I take your clothes off so I could see that beautiful body?"

"We took our clothes off."

"What a fuckin' amazing idea." He let go of you and you heard the zipper of his pink pants being pulled down. You discarded your top and the already-unhooked bra. You had just put your hands to your belt, when he covered them with his own. "Let me."

You released your hands. "Yes Daddy."

"Tell me more about your dream, darling." His breath was hot on your face as he undid your belt, then your jeans.

"You were kissing down my neck…"

"Spettacolare." He sounded relieved.

He put his lips to your neck, pressing harder than he had at your mouth. You lifted your ass briefly, allowing him to tug the jeans down, getting them to beneath your knees. You felt his lips dragging over your neck, his tongue sporadically surprising you with some quick swipes.

Your panties were wet with the warm arousal you had been developing. His hands moved over your exposed skin, fingers touching light enough to cause a pleasant tickle.

"Did you lock the door?" You asked.

"Yes."

"Is it- this is Vic's housewarming party, is it, like, trashy if we…"

He raised his head, finishing your sentence. "If we fuck in her house before she gets the chance to?"

"Yeah."

"But we're not at Vic's new house, we're in my old apartment, remember? It's just you and me and we're gonna fuck on my couch. Unless you…"

"Yes. I mean, no- I mean, yes." You laughed with him. "I mean, I wanna keep going. I didn't wake up before the good bit, so I think we kinda need to keep going, right?"

"Right." He pushed back into you, your lips meeting in a breathless kiss. You wrapped your arms around him, needing all of his body against yours. "How did I fuck you in your dream? Did I make you come?"

"Yes, yes, you did."

"God, I wanna make you come."

You kissed him again, the two of you finding a synergy that made you feel like you were flying. It was so effortless - one movement leading to the next as if this wasn't the first time, as if his body already knew what yours needed.

"Do you have protection?" You asked.

"Yes. In my wallet-y phone case thingy, which is in my pants, which are…" He trailed off, looking down trying to spot the shorts in the darkness. "Ah, right here."

"Are you gonna keep that on?" You asked, giving the Gucci body harness a tug.

"Do you want me to?"

You smiled, your cheeks getting hotter. "Kinda, yeah."

"Then it stays on." He said, his hands going to your hips. "How did I fuck you? Were you on top, 'cause I've definitely had dreams about that before."

"That sounds really good, but I'm more of a bottom- a power bottom. And we were- you, like, took advantage of the fact that we were on the couch and we were sitting up, chest-to-chest."

"Oh, that sounds good." His hot skin pressed against yours as he kneeled in front of you. "Something like this, baby girl?" He put his hand to your hair, pushing his fingers through the length before grabbing some of it in his hand. He pulled on it, forcing your chin up so you could look at his shadowy face. "Is this how I fucked you?"

"Uh-huh."

He kissed you and you instantly put your arms around him tightly because you couldn't stand having him break away again. This time there wasn't anything but heat, the intensity stealing all of the air from your lungs. His hands explored down your back, grasping and trying to find the best spot to hold you.

When his tongue entered your mouth, it came with such purpose that you felt excitement flood your pussy. Your hips swung up to collide with him as he massaged the roof of your mouth. You moved your hand up to the nape of his neck, your fingers scratching against his scalp. Then you secured some of his hair between your fingers, it was beginning to get long enough to be played with properly. You had teased him that he looked like a dweeb after he'd cut his hair the shortest it had ever been - you had played it off as a joke, but there had been real disappointment. But now, there was enough to tug on.

His lips left yours again, making your head spin as he kissed along your neck. You held onto his shoulder, feeling the hungry quality of these kisses and you wanted more - as much as possible. You craved him with every beat of your heart, scratching into his scalp when you felt him suck on your neck. You wanted him to leave marks, that was something that couldn't be accomplished in your dream.

His hands moved down to your breasts, appreciating each of them as your nipples grew harder. His eyes met yours before his mouth opened, the heat engulfing one of your nipples. Then his tongue pushed across the nub and you exhaled shakily. He took you into his mouth, lips creating suction and sending a delicious pressure into your chest. You curled your hand into a fist around his hair, feeling some of the styling product slide onto your fingers.

His lips were soon at your other nipple, covering it in his saliva and bringing all the sensitive nerves here to life. His hand caressed down your back, slowly, tracing your spine. He was so generous, bringing you a smorgasbord of different sensations - an intoxicating combination of his lips and tongue and the lightest grazes from his teeth.

He left your breasts aching for more, lifting back up to kiss you on the lips. But before you could draw him in for something deeper, he had ducked down again - leaving you to lick his taste from your lips. His hand moved down the front of your body, pushing you gently until you reclined - too excited to lie down entirely.

He had shifted down, onto the carpet, on his knees. Your legs drifted apart as you bit into your bottom lip and hoped the shadows in the room would keep him from seeing the way you trembled. Your excitement had reached a fever pitch and you could feel so much heat pooling in your cunt, which was so ready for his attention.

Your throat clenched and your knees locked at the first touch of his mouth on your cunt - so confident, so curious, maybe he was just as excited as you. His lips laid upon your labia majora, an affectionate kiss to the scorching hot skin. You were already holding your breath, you could only hope that the music would be loud enough to drown out any of the sounds you could feel yourself wanting to release for him.

He chose to ignore your throbbing clit, instead placing his lips to the left, cradling one of your folds between them. You sank your teeth into your lip all the more when you felt him sucking on the fold. He worked it over, the skin here loosening as you felt blood rushing there in a way you had never known before.

He released the lip, a heavy exhale delivering his hot breath all over your cunt as he repositioned. He sucked the opposite labia into his mouth, a tender pressure applied to this area, enough to make you squirm. You were being lulled, the rhythm was so decadent, so thorough.

You were surprised by him suddenly moving, his tongue tasting your cunt as he drew a zig-zagging line up from between your separated labia. He was toying with it all, starting at your entrance and coming up to your clit. You could feel yourself weeping for him, getting ready to give him all of you.

He pulled his mouth back, but kept your pussy warm with his hand as he started to sit up again. With some effort, you were able to lift your head to find him wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You didn't say anything about this in your dream, but I… I took the initiative." He sounded proud of himself. "I just had to know what you tasted like, kitten."

You felt your soul being lit aflame, a name that you had never been called before. He'd had a lot of nicknames for you over the years, but this one was an immediate favourite. You wanted to do whatever it took to get him to keep calling you that.

"And to the surprise of no one- you taste amazing." He was smiling and you could smell your arousal on his breath as he leant back into you.

You lifted yourself up to put your arms around his neck, drawing him in for more kisses. He tasted different and he kissed differently, deeper, with more urgency. You tilted your head, your lips parting and you could feel that he was taking this all the more seriously now.

"Chest-to-chest?" He asked softly.

You nodded, arching your back so that you could press against him more. "Chest-to-chest."

He stole a few more kisses from you, settling in as he perfectly fit in between your legs. He caressed your tensed thigh. "I like this, 'cause then I can watch you while I fuck you…" He raised himself up a bit more, more of his skin on yours as you noticed his erection and how close to you it was getting. "'Cause I wanna know, I wanna know that you like it, I wanna know that you're feeling all of it." His lips ghosted over yours and you edged forward a little more. "I wanna watch this gorgeous face as I make your dreams come true…"

You shivered, holding him tighter still. "Yes, please Daddy."

He moaned into your mouth as your lips collided again. But this time was more than a kiss and he was using his strong hands to pull you forward, bringing you to where his tip could begin to line up with your slit. Your mouth fell slack and you rocked your hips against his a little, seeking friction.

You whimpered at the feeling of him burying into you. Your walls fluttered as more of his length was eased into you. Despite how weak you were feeling, you raised your legs to wrap around him.

"Fuckin' Hell…" You sighed, clinging to him tighter than you had anyone before. "Why didn't we do this sooner?"

"I don't…" He said quietly, his voice was wavering. He planted a hand by your ass, his hand curling into a fist as he braced himself. "I don't know… I just don't- what were we thinking?"

"We were thinking stupid things. But we don't need to think anymore. We can just feel."

"Yes, please." He said onto your mouth before covering it with more kisses.

You were so sensitive to him, feeling every inch that filled you. Your lips moved slowly as you surrendered happily to him, not having to question anything, just following one movement after the other. This rhythm was so easy to fall into, and you knew that you would be taken care of.

He started into a tender pace, finding the right way to swing up into you. You rolled your hips into his, your bodies working together and spreading the fire that you wanted to be consumed by.

He drew in a sharp inhale as he picked up speed, causing you to spasm around him. You were whining from deep in your throat as you kissed him, his mouth muffling the sounds of you trying to not become overwhelmed too fast.

You felt him throbbing inside of you and he fell away from your mouth, sighing out your name. He tilted his head back, seeming to get lost in the building momentum. You let your thighs squeeze around him as you kissed across the skin on his throat, currently pulled so taut. You felt his pulse on your lips, racing as he rocked into you with more determination.

"Oh, fuck me…" He whispered, getting faster and almost pushing you over.

You let your movements become erratic as powerful trembles radiated out from your pussy, swarming your whole body. Your hips slammed into his and he was soon groaning from the effort. 

Your lips moved lazily across his skin, your breathing laboured. You slid your hand up to grab a handful of his hair, your head spinning as you listened to these brand new noises being drawn from him.

"God, yes, oh yes. Give it to me, Daddy. Oh please, give it… ah, give it to me. I've needed this for so, so, so fuckin' long…"

He readjusted the way he was holding you and you looked up at him. He put one hand to the side of your face, watching your reactions as his moves devolved away from any smoothness. He was jerking into where your hips stuttered, one desperate buck after another.

You became daunted by the way he was looking into your eyes, so enraptured, making you think he was trying to commit all of this to memory. You wanted to shy away, to hide your face and keep him from seeing the uncontrolled expressions that would come from your climax. This was what you usually did during sex, a pre-emptive move to avoid embarrassment.

But you didn't this time, even as the friction took you to a higher level. You kept your eyes on him even as you felt yourself pushed to the edge.

"Oh God, oh yes…" Heat gripped you around your hips as your energy failed you. "Dami- fuck, Damiano, yes, yes!”

You collapsed back, your body quaking as the climax powered through you. Your cunt continued to clench greedily around him as he worked himself through to his own release, still on his knees in front of you.

He applied his hips into long and focused thrusts, stroking inside of you as he started to unravel. You put your hand out, wrapping it around the strap of his body harness. You pushed down against him, wrecked by the passion but powerless to stop all the same.

"Fuckin' yes, yes, yes, oh yes." Each collision into you was marked by these building chants and you could feel him hitting so deep within you. "Yes, ye-ess-ah… un, fuck."

His body landed on top of yours, his sweaty skin covering yours. Your hands reached out and found his, immediately grasping them. This kept you connected to him, even after he had pulled out.

“We can stay here for a while, right?” He asked, gasping for air and you squeezed his hands. “No one’s missing us out there.”

“Out where?” You asked. “We aren’t at Vic’s housewarming party, remember? ‘Cause we’re at your old apartment.”

“Right.” He looked up at you, smiling.

“Do you remember that first New Years Eve in that house- you guys were going through your nerf gun phase. And Thomas was the first one to pass out and we jammed two of the foam bullets up his nostrils.”

He laughed. “Of course I remember that, Tom doesn’t, but I do. We made so many blanket forts in that house.”

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re a gigantic dork just pretending to be a grown-up. In fact, you are, as we say in Latin, a dorkus malorkus.”

“Takes one to know one.” He said, climbing up onto the bed alongside you and pulling you into his arms. You savoured the smell of him and how it felt to have him so close, to have your bodies fit together so perfectly. “I wonder if the people who have lived there since have managed to get all the glitter out of the carpet…”

“I sincerely doubt that. That was where we always got ready to go out the most. And, if I remember correctly, you had salt shakers full of loose glitter.”

“Oh yeah, I think I lost those in one of the moves.” He said. “Okay, but do you remember the first Halloween in that house?” He raised one arm and started to sing. “This is…” On the next word he brought his arm down in an aggressive swing. “...Halloween.” He raised his arm again. “This is… Halloween.”

You laughed as you joined him, mimicking the actions you had made on that night. “This is… Halloween.”

And it was like you were back there, laughing so hard that your ribs hurt as the two of you chucked pieces of candy way down from his balcony, to the people walking around in the common area below. He had gotten so annoyed when no trick-or-treaters had come to his door, up on the tenth floor - which you had warned him would happen. He wanted to share the abundance of candy anyway, deciding that throwing was a suitable way of spreading the cheer of the yearly holiday.

You had sung as you pegged one piece of candy after another. One of his neighbours had gotten mad enough to start yelling blasphemies at you, a scary amount of conviction in his voice. You had thought Damiano might kiss you that night and you had wanted him to, but neither of you had made the move. Instead falling asleep on the couch together after watching The Simpsons Halloween specials.

“Thank you for telling me about your dream.” He said, leaning in close to you again.

You trailed off from your giggles, but kept grinning as he kissed you. “I’m feeling like this won’t be the last. I mean, now I have all of this extra material for my brain to incorporate next time…”

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