Damien needs a moment, letting go of Zack's hair to push his own out of his face. A couple deep breaths and then he's smiling down at his lover, chest still rising and falling erratically, grabbing on to his hand and tugging him up to lay on the bed with him.

"Your mouth is perfect." He grins, still flushed across the cheeks from his orgasm. "Like the rest of you."

And he was, the hot mess of a drummer with his wild curls and flushed face, Zack was irresistible.