Damon continued to nuzzle, just tasting his skin, breathing him in, the soap and Ric and some lingering scents of Damon imprinted on his skin. The rest was washed away--no more Elijah, no more Rebekah. Just them. The nuzzling turned to teasing a little bit with his tongue. Maybe it wasn't all about sex again, nor was he trying to coax Ric into anything more than this--but he did want it still to have a pleasant edge.

When he finally bit, it was as gentle as he could make it. He didn't drink deeply, just tasted Ric with a little whimper, tongue teasing over the bite marks lightly.