Damon watched as Stefan leaned in to kiss Elena, as if he had been born to do it. There was no jealousy in him, and if there was, it was the opposite of what Stefan would suspect.
"Is she the only one who gets that particular pleasure, brother," he asked, his voice breathy. He reached out to curl his hand around the back of Stefan's head, pulling him in for a kiss that was just as hungry, over Elena's shoulder.