Alaric Saltzman

Ric leaned back against the counter, and worked his fingers very lightly through Damon's wet hair, easing through snarls. His slid half-shut, but he continued to watch Damon. He braced himself a little, when Damon's mouth slid across his hips. Very subtle, just in him pressing his fingers against the counter top and a slightly deeper breath. He didn't expect to be hurt. He just expected it to be less than fantastically pleasant without the endorphins of sex in play.

He really, really wanted that mark, though.