Damon wanted his brother. He wanted to give him pleasure, and make him pay, and make him understand just how weak and how strong they could be together. He reached behind his neck, taking Stefan's wrist in his hand, and pulling it out to the side.
"I could. And I could also teach you how to keep your hands to yourself."
Part of him just couldn't let go of the anger he felt. Another part wanted to see Stefan tied down, the way Elena had been not to long ago. The difference was that Damon knew Stefan would never learn the lessons he tried to teach him. Over one hundred years together had shown him that.