"I don't know, can you say please, Stefan," he replied in question with a bit of a cheeky smile after he had pulled his mouth away from Stefan so he could actually speak. Damon let his head hang, blue eyes looking back at what he could see of his brother from the position they were in. It wasn't a lot, but it captured the curve of his lips, the sharpness of his nose and cheekbones, and the way the auburn strands of hair curled over his young, pale face. Stefan Salvatore was beautiful, to say the least, and he was all Damon's. And even though Damon had told him to ask politely, he still groaned, bucking against the soft flesh of Stefan's mouth and muttered a quick curse under his breath.