Post - Walking Dead.

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Ric kept kissing Damon as he was pressed back, but he didn't want Damon hovering over him. He wanted Damon on him. Damon was everything he wanted and needed, and having it above him just wasn't good enough. It felt like a tease.

He used his hands on Damon, neck and hip, to pull him lightly downward even as he arched up with a soft, soft, growl that was... every bit as needy as he was, without quite crossing into a whine or a whimper.

He broke the kiss in near desperation, eyes dark and intent, but still, somehow, smiling. "Damon-"