There was something about Damon when he was relaxed, especially after sex. He was much more affectionate, open to really anything, and that smile was completely genuine. It hadn’t always been that way, but it was now. He curled a well muscled arm around the angel. “What am I better at, an orgasm on command?” he teased. He knew the answer already, but he couldn’t resist. He teased the neck that he’d bitten, clear of any marks. “I think you happen to like that a lot. I can see how that will get as good as the sex itself.”
His hand traveled lower, down to his cock, teasing it. “I can’t be the only one who gets off though, even if i could just fall asleep happy.”
Another low moan as Samandriel tipped his head back and rocked his hips up into the loose circle of Damon’s fingers. “Pretty sure I had a specific request for that,” he murmured. “You gonna be okay with that?” He wasn’t of the impression that Damon ought to be doing anything he didn’t want to. It lent an awful taste to things and he really was all about consent in all its forms. Angels were good at that. Usually. They were supposed to be. Some weren’t nearly as skilled as they ought’ve been.
Damon was not someone to usually grant such a request. His normal response might have been to ask what they were smoking, but this was Samandriel, and there he was, lying there so cute. The angel accepted him for who he was, not some big and powerful force, but someone he loved, and Damon believed him. “Did you now?” He was going to say that he might not be so good at that kind of pleasure, but admitting he wasn’t good at something was never easy.
His hand continued to stroke as he pushed the angel onto his back gently. He leaned down and kissed him, tongue wrapping around his lover’s. “Only for you,” he replied when he broke it. He hovered over him, kissing down his neck. “Tell me some nice things,” he whispered against skin. His hand twisted just right, teasing that vein that drove any man crazy, while his mouth worked it’s way down, stopping to nip and suck on the way, leaving the smallest of teeth marks on the way down.
Samandriel stole another kiss before Damon moved away completely, acknowledging the stretch in his normal patterning that the vampire was doing. He kept himself propped up on one arm, the other hand resting gently on Damon’s shoulder. Hair pulling was okay for any other act but this one. “Feels good,” he murmured, thumb stroking against soft skin. His breath hitched sharply when Damon finally took him in. “Less teeth, please?” he asked, “doing so well otherwise.” It seemed best to let Damon focus on how well he was doing otherwise. He smiled down at him. “You are so beautiful,” he said. Just like this. Vulnerable. Damon was exquisite when he let his guard down.
Damon laughed softly, putting more tongue into the job. He used both his mouth and hand together, taking him as deep as he could go. Where he may have lacked his own experience, he knew what he liked, and right now, he wanted his angel to be happy. It wasn’t about what he liked, or didn’t, he just wanted to see him smile. His free hand rested on Samandriel’s stomach, teasing skin, wanting to reach anything he could. He watched for those looks, those noises that were signs of pleasure, the rock of his hips wanting more. He accelerated the pace, taking pleasure giving those same things he enjoyed.
Samandriel moaned, finally relaxing properly into it now that there wasn’t the tug of teeth against far too sensitive parts. “Yes,” he groaned, fingers tangling gently in Damon’s hair not pulling just holding, keeping contact. “So good.” Little encouragements went a long way particularly when it came to Damon’s ego and Samandriel’s occasional inability to shut up. He loved Damon, and he hoped his vampire could hear it in his voice, feel it in the way he kept his hips still like he wanted all of this to go at Damon’s pace.