"Fuck," Damon growled under his breath, seeing and feeling his brother submit to him. Stefan seemed to know exactly when to give in, unlike Elena, who still seemed to fight him every step of the way. It was a nice change, and one he needed. Damon let go of Stefan, freeing his hands to press his brother back against the mattress, pulling his top off over his head.
"Fuck the handcuffs," he said, roughly, nearly crawling on top of his younger sibling. "Learn to do what your told."