Damon came back to himself slowly, Ric's touch grounding him and pulling him back into a body still pulsing with his release. He shifted, pushing himself up with trembling arms and reached for Ric, hip against the counter, but hands sliding over Ric's stomach, his hip. He needed to touch, still, to be touched.

He still wanted--needed--to feed, as well. Not for the need of blood, though that was still there in the background, but for the final piece of erasing the remnants of the night.

Not the lesson, though. He thought he'd hold on to that lesson for a while. Possibly quite happily, as it turned out.