Damon was never, ever going to argue that Ric didn't know what he was doing. Fast learner, instinct, just the way they fit--if anyone had ever felt more right inside of him, he couldn't remember it, couldn't name it.
Maybe belonging to someone, knowing they belonged to you, really did make it better. That wasn't something he'd know. But he was learning...god, he was learning.
He wanted, needed, to close his eyes against the onslaught of sensation as Ric's fingers wrapped around him, but he didn't want to lose sight of Ric's face, either. So, he moaned and jerked back to meet his thrusts, forward into his hand, let him set the pace and tilted his head more for Ric's mouth.
He wanted to last, wanted to make this last forever, but he couldn't, no matter how much he wanted. Knowing it would, could, last, or happen again, or just that Ric was his? He stopped trying to hold on and felt himself immediately fly apart, crying out sharply as he came.
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Date: 2013-06-07 08:48 pm (UTC)Maybe belonging to someone, knowing they belonged to you, really did make it better. That wasn't something he'd know. But he was learning...god, he was learning.
He wanted, needed, to close his eyes against the onslaught of sensation as Ric's fingers wrapped around him, but he didn't want to lose sight of Ric's face, either. So, he moaned and jerked back to meet his thrusts, forward into his hand, let him set the pace and tilted his head more for Ric's mouth.
He wanted to last, wanted to make this last forever, but he couldn't, no matter how much he wanted. Knowing it would, could, last, or happen again, or just that Ric was his? He stopped trying to hold on and felt himself immediately fly apart, crying out sharply as he came.