The moment Damon's teeth touched Ric's skin, his heart skipped a beat, his hands tightened, and any rhythm he'd contributed to the drag of their cocks against one another faltered. His skin flushed, felt too tight, something low in his stomach twisted and tightened to the point of aching, and his breath caught.
It was feeding into arousal, sure, but mostly... it was anticipation, and a simpler desire. He didn't have a fetish for being bitten, even by a vampire. He was an adrenaline junkie, but he wasn't really a masochist. He liked biting because it was Damon doing it, and there was, admittedly, a big difference in being bitten at the height of arousal and just being bitten.
But the anticipation... it was all about coming together, now, the realization that Damon was his, and he was Damon's, and fuck all if Ric knew what that meant, but in the aftermath of Kol and Elijah, biting was part of the package, right along with the sex.
He realized they didn't have lube in this room and that meant things weren't going to go exactly the way he might have ideally wanted, and realized at the same time that he didn't give a damn; he just wanted Damon. He tilted his head to the side when he started to breath again, with a soft, deep, groan, and slid one hand between them to wrap around both of them. He was still reasonably new to... a lot of things, but he could read Damon. He could figure it out.
And with time, that was going to keep getting better.
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Date: 2013-06-02 01:52 am (UTC)It was feeding into arousal, sure, but mostly... it was anticipation, and a simpler desire. He didn't have a fetish for being bitten, even by a vampire. He was an adrenaline junkie, but he wasn't really a masochist. He liked biting because it was Damon doing it, and there was, admittedly, a big difference in being bitten at the height of arousal and just being bitten.
But the anticipation... it was all about coming together, now, the realization that Damon was his, and he was Damon's, and fuck all if Ric knew what that meant, but in the aftermath of Kol and Elijah, biting was part of the package, right along with the sex.
He realized they didn't have lube in this room and that meant things weren't going to go exactly the way he might have ideally wanted, and realized at the same time that he didn't give a damn; he just wanted Damon. He tilted his head to the side when he started to breath again, with a soft, deep, groan, and slid one hand between them to wrap around both of them. He was still reasonably new to... a lot of things, but he could read Damon. He could figure it out.
And with time, that was going to keep getting better.