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Damon was transported. He felt fucking fantastic. He hadn't experienced this rush of emotion in a very long time. The power surging through him was, for once, not the power of anger or thirst. It was a craving. But a craving infused with the certainty that everything was as it should be. That the world was spinning properly on its axis. And he didn't want this sensation, this transcendent moment to end.
Placing a hand on either side of his brother's head, he raised himself up. Gazed down upon that familiar, glorious face. Stefan's eyes were shut. Eyelashes fluttering as he fought to control his ragged breathing. Chest rising and falling rapidly. Damon placed a hand on Stefan's sternum, pressing lightly. Stefan's eyes opened, struggled to focus. He smiled up at Damon. Not the usual slightly aloof, polite smile seen by most. No. This was the shy, vulnerable, private smile that gave a glimpse into the reserved boy's soul. Damon's own breath hitched as the smile spread to Stefan's eyes.
His lips crashed down, sweeping them both away. Shirts were thrown off hastily, clumsily, with the need to touch skin to skin. Damon rolled, pulling Stefan on top. They were lying close to the fireplace now and although the flames were dying, the embers cast shadows on the hard, lean bodies. The tattoo on Stefan's arm glowed, rippled as he ran his fingers through Damon's hair, down his neck, traced the length of Damon's upper body. Paused at his destination. The brothers continued to look into each others eyes, wondering, daring. Damon gave that half smile of his and nodded.
Stefan quickly, efficiently undid the button of Damon's pants. Slid his hand in. Damon extended his neck. Pressed his head back into the hard floor. The guttural sound forced from him at Stefan's touch served only to encourage. Stefan's hand surrounded him, engulfed him. Damon gasped and thrust up into that waiting, all encompassing grasp.
Stefan's fingers closed, encircling Damon. Began to stroke. Slowly at first. Somewhat cautiously. Damon's hips responded. His movements becoming faster, harder, seeking pressure. Stefan countered. His wrist twisting, fingers matching Damon's speed. Damon tried to think. Struggled to process what was happening. He couldn't. Gave in to the sensations coursing through his body. Could only hope that Stefan was OK. That Stefan was feeling as amazing as he, Damon, did.
Damon pulled to the right. Stefan came with him easily. Onto their sides. He broke contact with Stefan's hand, removing it from his pants. Pulled again. Stefan was once again lying under him. Panting quietly. Aroused. Kissing Damon urgently. "Come on" he uttered. Damon spread the legs beneath him with his own. Rose to a crouch. Fumbled with the resistant button. Unzipped quickly. Stefan arched his hips. With a quick motion, Damon pulled the impeding lower garments off. Stared down at the beautiful, naked body glistening in the half-light. Panicked. "Now what?" he thought to himself.
Stefan sensed the hesitation in his brother. Misread it. "It's OK," he whispered "I'm OK. Don't' stop. I want this. So, don't stop, please." Damon growled. Shook his head side to side. "Yeah. Well. Contrary to popular opinion, I'm not as sexually experimental or, at least, as well versed in this particular form of sex as one might imagine. So. I'm at a bit of a loss here. I get the gist of what's supposed to happen but…"
"Shut it," laughed Stefan, pulling his brother down. "Just follow my lead." And Damon did.