Summary: Elijah and Damon just catching a vibe and enjoying being in love.

Song during the first scene: "Lights On" by H.E.R.

I recommend listening to it while you read it. 😏

A/N: Well, it has been five years since I've updated 👀. I dove into my art and writing went on the back burner. However! I'm getting back into writing and taking a break from my art. Please take this spicy update as my apologies for the long wait for those who followed this story! I appreciate you guys!

S/N: I might be moving to just Ao3: asterisks so follow there to keep up with the stories if I decide to stop updating on this site! c:

"Tell me what you want." Elijah says softly, eyes focused on Damon's.

Damon just stares at Elijah because when has he ever been asked that? When has his life ever let him have exactly what he wants? So naturally this must be some sort of cruel joke that the world decides needs to happen. But who is he to fight the process? He laughs, running his hand down his face. "You are obviously. I want you. Of course, I want you."

Elijah smiles, slowly stepping into Damon's space. "Is that so?" He wants to hear him say it again.

Damon nods. "Yeah." He repeats because the more he hears it the more it seems real.

Elijah stops when they are only a few inches apart. His right-hand drifts up the man's side, pulling the t-shirt along with his movements. "Good." He grins and his other hand joins the movement until he's pulling Damon's shirt right over his head. His lips find the man's neck and he nips there lightly.

Damon moans softly as his hands slip between them to undo Elijah's pants. It's only fair right? He undoes the zipper and slips his hands into his pants and shifts around the man to grab his ass then squeeze. "Fuck." He whispers out when he feels Elijah bite at his shoulder. It's not long before all their clothes are discarded, scattered in various directions.

Right as Damon opens his mouth to suggest that they move this to the bedroom, he's being lifted and boom. He's up against the door and his legs instantly wrap around Elijah's waist. Oh- okay—here is fine. Here is great.

Elijah smiles against Damon's jaw as his hands move to position them just right for leverage. He slips right inside of Damon and just thrusts nice and slow. "Let me hear you say it. " He whispers this time into Damon's ear.

Damon throws his head back against the door and speaks softly. "Hear what?" He's curious.

"That you love me."

Damon tilts his head to the side and smiles. "I love you." He murmurs before one of his hands move to turn Elijah's face to his. " I love you ." He says again before pressing their lips together, kissing him deeply.

Elijah moans into Damon's mouth before breaking the kiss in favor if biting at his bottom lip. One of his hands that was holding up the other found its way to the small of his back to pull him down into his thrusts.

'I'm feeling right with you

Oh, you

And don't turn off the lights

Can we try something new

You, babe, you see this side of me

Fluent in the sheets

You read in between me

. . .

Leave the lights on.'

Damon wraps both of arms around Elijah's neck, his fingernails digging into the man's back as he completely loses himself. "Mmm, y-yes...right there..." he groans, back arching off the door they're up against. In the back of his mind, he was convinced someone was going to come bursting through the door but coming himself was on the forefront of his mind. His priorities clearly were not in order. "...Please, please don't stop." he begs.

Elijah can't hold back the smile on his face even if he wanted to. They were flush against one another so he could feel and hear everything. He could feel Damon's heart beating against his chest, his body shivering, his breath catching in his throat. It didn't get any better than this.

'No, do it, slide on

Switch and let me ride on

Got all night long.'

When he hears Damon gasps and his body tightening around him, he did the opposite of what the man had asked. He stops.

Damon didn't even have time to complain because everything happened so fast.

Elijah took this moment to relocate them. Both of his hands grips onto his hips, and he shifts until he drops down onto the couch nearest to them. With Damon now in his lap, he glances up at him while letting his hands drift to his thighs.

Damon is a little caught off guard with the sudden change of the location, but he isn't mad at it. He likes this position even better. His knees shift on either side of the teacher as he lifts slightly to rock his hips nice and slow. His head drops back as he moans out lowly. Yeah, he really likes this position. Besides, this gave him far more control of the pace.

Elijah would be lying if he said he didn't absolutely love the feel of Damon in his lap. Look at him—face flushed, eyes half lidded, and panting. He had never seen anything more alluring in his life.

"G-going to c-come..." Damon huffs out almost incoherently. "F-fuck—" His eyes close tightly, hips frantically still rocking back against Elijah as he comes untouched, making a mess between them. His knees bracket tightly against the man as he works through his orgasm.

Elijah doesn't release his grip on his hips, instead he holds on tighter and gives nice and precise thrusts up into his boyfriend's body. He can feel his cock twitch just from the sounds that Damon is making. His hitched breath was driving the man wild. He reluctantly moves one of his occupied hands to drift between them. He wraps long fingers around Damon's cock and strokes him down to the base. When Damon's body twitches and he whines, Elijah knows. Grinning he pushes up some and brings his mouth to Damon's nipple and his lips part. His tongue runs over it and keeps going upwards until his teeth graze at Damon's collarbone.

Both of his hands find their way to Damon's back as his own speed picks up. It didn't take much more to get him there . Between how Damon's body feels and hearing his soft grunts and moans, Elijah was coming.

His thrusts slows until he comes to a halt. His breaths were slowing but still deep as he buries his face into Damon's neck and speaks quietly but still loud enough that Damon hears. "I love you too."

'You, babe, you see this side of me.'

"He dicked you down. Who even says that, Damon. Jesus."

Damon rolls his eyes as he sips his coffee. "I didn't ask for your judgement, Ric. Let me gush to you about this, okay." He says, grinning around the rim of his cup.

Alaric laughs and wipes down the counter. "Okay, I'm done judging your vocabulary. Go ahead, judgement free gushing has started."

"I really hate you."

"No, you don't, now go. Talk about Elijah."

Damon glares but he leans against the counter and sits his cup down before letting out a soft sigh. "Ugh, I'm completely and utterly hooked. How disgusting."

"I'm shocked, honestly. And here I thought you were allergic to falling in love."

"Looks like I'm not allergic to this one." He smiles as he glances at his friend but loses his train of thought because he's thinking about him again.

"How Lily talks about him, looks like you both are in love." Alaric is happy for Damon because it always seemed like Damon avoided relationships or found a reason to not get into one. Yet it looks like this one snuck up on him. It was nice to see. "Am I invited to the wedding?"

"Shut up."

Ric laughs. "Okay, if there is a wedding, will I be invited? I have a dog who can be the ring bearer. He can do a flip."

"I'm leaving."

"Hey, that counts as a yes!"