The corner of his lower lip caught between his teeth at the bite, another low-throated moan spooling free from his chest. He couldn't help but smile at Damon's growl, nimble fingers kneading at the nape of the other man's neck.
His smile was crooked, sharp-edged and more than a little predatory in response to that statement, one brow arching as he rocked his hips up against Damon's once more, "What's stoppin' you?"