Enzo was slightly amused, but far more aroused at Damon's show of just how strong he still was in his human body. He had no doubt that the threat would be made real if he took too long, and he would have done so if Damon had been even a little more healthy.
"No need for threats, love," He chided, pushing the man back against the sheets and reaching down between his legs. Enzo pressed his lover's thighs up with one strong arm, while his other hand took the lube and smeared it over his fingers. There wasn't any need to look at what he was doing, not any more. He knew Damon's body like he knew the words to his favourite song, or the ingredients to his favourite recipe. Touching him was as natural as breathing, and the ease of it allowed Enzo to use his eyes solely for watching Damon's face.
The slick press of his fingertip into Damon's body went easy and Enzo went further, sinking in to the knuckle and then pulling out again to add a second finger. Human or not, neither of them wanted to be gentle. Tender, perhaps, but the two were far different things.