"I don't remember asking for anything else," Damon replied with the crocodile smile. The first time around he would have objected, feeling the greed take over, but he had other options. His usual Vegas companion was on that list, and he was quite the find. He didn't want to give that up when he was the one who simply let Damon be Damon in it's fullest sense. There was also his ex, but he was in no way ready to be as serious as she needed him to be. While he could have anyone and had plenty of options nightly, he was picky.
Then there was Alex. He didn't think they would ever be here again, even after pulling him from prison. He had been able to live with it. He could now. "Nothing wrong with having your cake and eating it too. There is a lot of cake, and I have my own supply." He didn't want to delve into feelings or get all wrapped up with them, no matter the pull. Alex had nearly drown at the deep end of the emotional pool, and that was fine. He didn't expect him to be able to handle that.
His hand moved from those lips down the length of his torso, remembering it all too well. One night wouldn't hurt. There could be two or three, or whenever there was an itch. "Can you handle that?"