Sure both of them had looked close to death during their time, and they had both lost quite a bit of their usual beauty, but Damon never saw it in Enzo either. Enzo was always strong, perhaps stronger than Damon. He was calmer. Damon had moments that made him nearly panic, and Enzo was calm. His silky voice would chime in, and that was what Damon had needed. He was always near perfect in Damon's eyes, especially where those memories of his human self resided.
The pull was strong, and his resistance was fading. "Maybe I did want a piece, but that was only for myself. Just like you had a piece of me." Eyes came up suddenly, while his tongue ran along his teeth. He was going to have to make the move, or else Enzo might try to outlast him. Dammit.
He leaned forward, closing the gap, pressing a kiss to Enzo's lips - one that was nowhere near simple, and requesting a lot more than that.