"I don't know how to drum but Jack says I can sing." Damien let his hand go back to trailing through Zack's long curls. "When is your next session?"

The Dog is painfully obvious in his desire to spend more time with the drummer. Damien couldn't resist a bit more of a tease when he saw all that blushing. His smile is huge as he leans over to whisper, barely audible over the sounds of the city around them.

"I want to put my mouth on every inch of your skin." Damien sat back and tried not to grin too much.