Re: Damon + Samandriel
If there was any time that Damon probably should have stopped, it was before they hit the bed. He hadn't really minded the flight over, he didn't have to push the old-fashioned way. His foot managed to shove the angel's pants the rest of the way off. The hand that reached down his pants drew a moan from the vampire. His hips thrust agreeably at the contact. Thought was now properly abandoned, as well as his own pants.
The next kiss was searing, and possessive. His hand moved down stroking the man's cock, not the most gentle touch, but one that was there to claim. The choice had been made, and he wasn't changing it, or they would go another 30 rounds that would leave them both frustrated. They needed this - badly.