When Damon walked away, he shut out every single thing he had felt for the man whose lips were on his. It was the only way he wouldn't drive himself crazy, but his heart had been ripped out of his chest. All those words, all those visions, every plan they had made - did those things still exist? He wanted those questions answered. He was not about to pull away from those lips to ask. Instead, his body was talking much louder.
Damon had worked over Enzo's shirt at the same time, trying to keep himself at the same level of control, but damn that was hard. It was so hard when he wanted this for so long. He used his strength to flip them so that Damon was now straddling his old friend. They had been lovers in his mind so many times. Now his hips shifted against Enzo's and the shirt dropped off of his shoulders. His bottom lip was slightly swollen, and his skin was warmer. He licked over his lips, exposing Enzo's chest. His hands ran up the smooth skin. "Sixty years is a long time to wait. Are you worth it?"
He leaned down, kissing Enzo, letting his tongue taste every inch of his mouth. His hand continued wandering over every bit of exposed skin. "I think you used to walk around shirtless just to tease me."