The man’s eyes widened a bit when he finally took a good look at Damianus for the first time. He had never seen such a beautiful man before. His hair might look weird and his clothing…did he get that from a trash can? But his eyes. He felt his cock twitch when he got a good look at his rare blue eyes.

A lascivious smile curved his lips and his grey eyes lightened a bit in his soft, pampered face. His hands went automatically to smooth back his dishwater blond hair as he could already picture the young man on his knees in front of him… then he remembered that he just dared to butt into his business.

The bastard might be passably attractive but he was not allowed to talk when he was talking. Especially in that cheap, old clothing that was poorer than what his mother gave out in her ridiculous charity drive. How dare the pauper even breathe when he was breathing?

“Who the hell are you?” he asked in anger when he saw that Damianus was not looking away in fear like many do.

Damianus, who