WHO: Stefan & Damon (varvatosdude) Salvatore WHAT: Brotherly bonding? WHERE: Stefan & Elena's apartment WHEN: The morning after Damon returns split RATING: NC-17 STATUS: complete
Stefan was in the living room, Elena had went to the store. And Damon had just woken up, and they talked on the computer a bit, before he demanded that Stefan come back to the bedroom. He was naked, curled up under the sheets as the younger man entered the room. "Hi," he said with a cheeky smile.
"Hey," he murmured with a soft smile, closing the door behind him and making his way for the bed in his sweats and wife beater, showing off his muscles. He raised a brow at his brother, but came closer until he could crawl on the bed on top of Damon, seeking out his lips for a gentle kiss. It was starting to feel less awkward and more natural, so that was good.
Damon made a soft noise, wrapping his arms around Stefan's neck, pulling him down and kissing him gently. "Why did you leave me? Both of you?" he asked him softly, pouting a bit. "I didn't like waking up alone.." he told him, kissing him gently on the lips again.
"Didn't think you wanted to be disturbed while off in dreamland." Stefan gave a little laugh, settling at Damon's side and resting a hand against his chest, over his heart. He gave the older man an innocent expression, then delved in for another kiss, this one more eager.
He smiled against his lips, kissing him deeply. "Mmm.. Stefan.." He pulled the younger man on top of him, thrusting against him. "I want you....again," he said with a blush, laughing a little. He was turning into a little slut for his brother, wanting him badly.
"Yeah, I can see...and feel that." He gave the elder one last kiss on the lips, then sat back to quickly remove his clothing, knowing Damon probably wasn't in the mood to waste anytime. When they were in a heap on the floor, Stefan shifted to pull the covers out of the way, admiring the naked form before him.
He was blushing, this whole act was so different for Damon, but he couldn't get enough. He adored it. He'd just made love to him for the first this morning, and now, they were already about to do it again. He was used to being the top, fucking girls and making them scream, but he enjoyed it so much to be on the bottom, feeling Stefan inside of him, hitting that little spot that made him realize why gay guys were gay.
Stefan couldn't help but smirk at Damon's expression right now, it was almost...cute how embarrassed he seemed to be about this. That was alright though, the younger brother was still pretty embarrassed himself, but he managed, sorting through the nightstand drawer to take out a small bottle of lubricant. "Just relax."
He nodded, trusting Stefan fully. The first time had been....painful, but he enjoyed it after a little bit of work. He was sure that this time would be better and that he would enjoy it so much more. "I am.." Though, he knew he'd probably tense up a bit when Stefan touched him there.
His green eyes lit up a bit and he patted Damon's thigh before he spread his legs wide and put a bit of the lubricant on his fingers. Carefully, without looking away from his face, he ran the slick digits around the small pucker, teasingly pressing a finger in a bit.
Damon tensed a little, arching as he pressed inside. Oh god...mm.. He let out a soft whimper, reaching down to stroke himself, taking his mind of the tiny amount of pressure.
As he slowly pressed the digit in further, Stefan put his lips to Damon's leg, gently kissing and nipping at the flesh with a playful growl. He worked carefully, not wanting to hurt his brother too much, but it didn't take long till he had the first finger inside completely.
Damon began to slowly rock against Stefan's finger, moaning into his mouth as he laughed at the growl. "You're such a ferocious little lover," he told him, teasing him a bit. He was good at that, and it took his mind off the small amount of pain that came from his finger inside of him.
"Nothing little about me," he replied, lifting his head with a smirk, wiggling that finger inside of him, then beginning to thrust with a slow, shallow rhythm to help Damon get used to it. "And I think that you're the ferocious one..."
"I'm bigger," he told him, stroking himself faster as he groaning as Stefan fingered his tight body. He was squirming on the bed for him, wanting more, needing more. "I'm cuddly, not ferocious.."
"Then Elena is the ferocious one." Stefan laughed at both his words and Damon's squirming on the bed, feeling the eagerness practically radiating off of him. He pressed another finger in carefully, freezing as he felt the stretch, tight around the digits. "That okay?"
He moaned louder, biting his lip, nodding. He wanted him so bad, and he was so impatient. "Gay sex is so longgggg..." he pouted, rocking on his fingers. He began pushing against his fingers harder, moaning louder.
"You're impatient. I don't want to just...get to it and hurt you," he offered, cocking his head and raising a brow, moving his fingers more surely with the rocking of his brother's hips. "And when you want it, just tell me. Because god knows I wouldn't want you to fall asleep during this or anything."
He laughed softly. "I wouldn't fall asleep...feels too good." He smiled, pulling him over his body. "Inside me...please... I need you," he begged, kissing on his neck, sucking the tender flesh before nibbling it.
"Fine." Stefan gave a soft groan at the kisses to his neck, but composed himself, quickly slicking his hard cock and tossing the lubricant back onto the nightstand. He inhaled deeply, taking a gentle kiss from his brother then began to press into his tight, warm body, a moan building up at his lips from the sensation.
Damon bit back a cry, wrapping his arms around him, burying his face into his neck. He moaned, his body stretching around his brother's cock, opening him wide. He was so...full.. With just a little of his brother inside of him. "Mm...you're right...nothing little," he mumbled against his neck.
"See? I really am always right," the younger brother teased with a soft laugh, but then he was moving, pushing in further and turning his head, burying his face against Damon's messy black hair. "Goddamnit..."
He pushed against him, and got a wicked little idea, he began to clench around him. He squeezed him as the man fucked him, moaning louder. "Ohh...Sparkles," he moaned, knowing he probably just killed Stefan mentally.
Stefan burst into deep laughter, stopping his movements, his chin pressed to his chest as he tried to compose himself. "Are you trying to make me lose my hard-on. Because it might start working if you're not careful, Damon," he warned playfully.
He laughed softly, kissing him deeply. "I love you, Stefan.. Take me," he told him, staring into his eyes, smiling. "I need you....harder..mm.." he moaned, kissing him again.
He returned the kiss with just as much hunger, groaning into his mouth and moving his hips in a building rhythm, quicker and harder, just like Damon desired. "Better," he panted out, staring down into those blue eyes.
Damon whimpered loudly, grabbing at Stefan's back, pressing his nails into the man's skin. "Ughh...yes, Stefan...yes... OHH.." He was very vocal for his brother, squirming, moaning, whimpering. Loving every second of it.
"Mmhmm, that's what I thought," he said with a tiny bit of a smug tone, sitting back and putting his arms under Damon's knees to pull him up off the bed, changing the angle and sliding into his brother deeper, hitting that small pleasure gland.
Damon cried out, grabbing the bedding with one hand, arching his back and he stroked himself. "Oh god, Stefan... Fuck me...mmm, FUCK ME!" he cried out as he hit that little spot that made his toes curl in pleasure.
The younger brother pounded into him harder, panting above him and closing his green eyes to focus. The bed shook below them, the headboard hitting the wall over and over again, but he didn't care, all that mattered was the way moaned beneath him and clenched tight around his cock till he was quickly approaching his release.
He was so close, he could feel it building up, ready to explode, oh fuck.. Mmm. FUCK. He wanted him so fucking bad, he needed him. He couldn't believe how amazing he felt. He arched off the bed, crying out his brother's name. "Oh.. STEFAN!" he groaned, his stomach covered in his own seed.
Stefan suddenly put his mouth to Damon's neck, fangs extending before he bit down, letting the blood spill over his tongue. Then he was releasing, his hips pressed tight against Damon's, his groan of pleasure muffled by flesh. God he felt amazing though.
Damon laid there in a sweaty mess, moaning at the bite as his brother spilled inside of him. "Mmm... Stefan... So good," he said with a smile, kissing him.
He smiled back at Damon, sharing the taste of blood with him as he rolled them over onto their sides. When he pulled back, Stefan let out a content sigh, closing his eyes for the moment. "Definitely. ...I think we might have put a hole in the wall though from the bed."
He laughed softly. "You can explain that to Elena," he told him with a smirk, snuggling close to him.
"I'm sure she'll love that." Stefan pulled out and moved to rest on his back, eyes flicking open to stare at the ceiling. He was completely sated and a bit worn out for the moment, going back to sleep would probably be a nice idea.
Damon smiled at him, laughing softly. "You look sleepy," he told him, nuzzling his neck gently and kissing him on the cheek. "All that amazing, mind blowing sex wear you out?" he asked, smirking.
"A little bit..." He smirked and settled on the bed, searching blindly for Damon's hand to entwine their fingers and squeeze. Stefan sighed contentedly, putting his cheek against the pillow, his face pointing in Damon's direction.
He curled up against Stefan, kissing his cheek gently as he held the man's hand against his chest, tucking his own head under Stefan's chin, wrapping his arms around him. He cuddled close and closed his eyes, letting sleep take him.