Stefan made a sound of assent, tugging Damon's jeans open and down his legs, tossed carelessly aside as he focused on more important things. Like pushing his own pants down and off.
Words were unnecessary as they stripped, but once they were both naked, limbs tangled, the younger vampire spoke again. "Am I permitted lube?" It was a fair question. Over a hundred years of coupling...sometimes there wasn't time. And sometimes there was, but one of them (or both) wanted the burn.