If there was one thing about Damon that Alex understood more than anything, it was that he was intoxicating. Just being around him made Alex feel like he'd downed enough to make his head spin in that slow manner you felt just before sinking into complete drunkenness.
Confident fingers sifted into Damnon's hair. Alex's breath was steady and calm, but the flat surface of his abdomen stuttered as the Sharpee tickled his skin. His stomach pulled in as he sighed with the touch of warm lips. He couldn't see what Damon put, but he had a decent idea of it and he'd look it at later; he knew it was no rose.
"You never gave me nothin'," Alex said, just to be contradictory.
When Damon was up again, Alex smile lazily up at him. If Damon didn't want intimate, he was in the wrong spot, for Alex's fingers caught the vampire's. He laced them together and turned to press his lips to Damon's knuckles before he looked back up into that piercing blue gaze.
"You act like you're not the only one I've ever done that for," was his response to that. Moreover, Damon acted like Alex had any other lovers right now at all.