Intimacy was something Alex craved. Sex was good, but it was as good as cold pizza without intimacy. Alex wasn't seeking white picket fences or relationships in general, but he had to at least like the person who was in his bed.
He like Damon.
Damon the asshole. Damon the vampire, who owned a lounge full of the pretties people. Yet Alex was the one underneath him, and who wouldn't have an inflated ego to hold the attention of a man like this?
Finally, Damon closed his mouth against Alex's and Alex answered him with young, clumsy tongue and fingers that curled themselves against the hair at the back of Damon's neck. He fed Damon an unabashed moan as he felt his body melt against his mattress. But as quickly as the kiss began and as hard as Alex's dick was getting, demanding attention, he broke the kiss. He looked up at Damon, his mouth swollen. "I need to sleep," he breathed.