Enzo had enough strength in him that he could have fought the change in their positions, if he had wanted to. But he didn't want to. His eyes widened, as he looked up into Damon's face, his gaze riveted to the sinful sight of a slick pink tongue running over plumped lips. When Damon dipped back down, Enzo slid his hands down over the other vampire's ass, clutching him closer through the fabric.
"I walked around shirtless because the bastards wouldn't give me a shirt half the time," he replied, his voice as rough as gravel. He thought over Damon's question. Sixty years had been a long time, but Enzo knew the wait was worth it. It had been worth it just to see Damon's face again, never mind to give it a good solid punch.
"As for whether I'm worth it... well, I think actions speak louder than words."
Enzo tilted up his hips, while still pushing Damon down against him. The angle was perfect and he could feel Damon's hardness press up against his own, giving a delicious friction. Although he had been planning on relying on actions, he couldn't resist the urge to throw a little dirty talk out there.
"You have no idea how many times I thought about fucking you," he purred.