"What even the fuck is pride?" Damon shook his head, having lost that a time or two himself. Maybe three but who was counting.
Blue eyes scanned through, letting Alex get comfortable. He wrapped an arm around him. He didn't think he'd ever be here again, not that they were really here before. They had crashed into furniture, tossing off clothes on the way to the bed. That attraction was still there, but they were building other things, or something like that. He didn't really know. Fingers twisted through Alex's hair. He had wanted this before too, although he'd held back the more genuine side for the physical need. It kept him from laying too much on the line, ending up with more scars.
"I'm not particularly sensitive to hot and cold. I could stand in a blizzard with no coat and it would be cool. I do sweat, but not like you." He laughed at the implication. "What else do you want to know?" He thought for a minute. "I don't really have to eat either, not like you. I like to and I still taste the flavors, but I don't have to. The good thing is that I really can eat whatever I want, and won't ever gain weight. It's the ultimate diet." This felt so good. Why did it have to feel this good?