As far as Remy was concerned, a little narcissism never hurt anyone, and besides, when you looked as good as he, they, did, there was no point even pretending.
His breath caught at the teasing friction, both of Damon's mouth against his nipple, and Damon's cock against his own. He groaned, one hand sliding across the nape of the other's neck to tangle in the softer hair there, not about to let him up just yet, not that Damon had made any move to.
He canted his hips up against the other man's, just one little jolt of movement, the firmer contact between them sending a fissure of pleasure up his spine, making his cock twitch.