You are, cover to cover,
From beginning to end, my friend,
The man you ought to be.
I burn, I break, I try to do right.
You ache, you kiss, you curse,
But you lie with me tonight.
I Try – The Staves
It wasn't what Stefan ever expected. It could be anybody if he kept his eyes closed. Well, anybody male. The way Damon slid over him, all angles and firm muscle, acutely masculine by the way Damon's hand spanned the length of Stefan's cock, the confident way he wrapped around it, just tight enough, the way no girl could get right on the first touch. Stefan's legs fell open, unable to refrain from letting Damon get as close as he wanted.
Focusing on Damon's touches as his other hand trailed down Stefan's torso, slowly, tauntingly, till it stopped at his sac. Damon's mouth trailed behind, laving his tongue over Stefan's nipple, sucking bruises into Stefan's skin that faded as he moved lower.
"Open your eyes." Damon commanded.
The deep growl of his brother's voice shook through Stefan. He didn't know his eyes had closed but the blinking against the starburst of light meant he must have been squeezing them shut. Dazed, he looked down and met the intensity of Damon's eyes. Immediately his gaze fell to Damon's mouth, flushed pink lips that dragged along the darkened shaft of Stefan's cock.
Stefan groaned softly as Damon moved. It was too much build up. He never let himself indulge in this slow build of pleasure. There was never a way to control how it ended. But as he locked on Damon's eyes, he knew his brother had everything covered. Then the fuzzy thoughts he tried to hold onto faded away as Damon's mouth hovered above the absolute hardest erection he'd ever had, the wet tip evidently magnetized to the temptation.
"Do you want me to?" Damon's voice rumbled up his body through his pounding chest. This was it. This was the last chance out he was going to get and he knew it. But they had already come this far…
"Yes." He groaned. Stefan's hand clenched the bed sheet before letting go and slapping onto the back of his big brother's neck—shitshitshit—and helping him along.
It was going to be over all too soon. Damon's lips were like a vacuum around—the whole thing—Stefan squeezed his eyes shut and looked again, and yeah, Damon had Stefan's entire dick in his mouth. He felt lips tickling the trimmed hair at his base, and then slide like a piston to the top and back down again.
Stefan tried to keep his hips from bucking up into the tight trap of Damon's throat, but it felt too good, Damon's unwavering eyes on him, too much like a promise of something else. Something Stefan convinced himself not to want so many lifetimes ago. He'd resisted for so long already. Stefan started tapping Damon's shoulder, the weak warning all he could muster. Damon didn't let up, whatever he was doing with his tongue was sending Stefan over the edge, and he didn't even care.
"I'm- I wanna," Stefan panted, fingers stroking around Damon's lips, poking at the corners, hoping he got the message. His hips kept thrusting up, encouraged by Damon stroking his thighs, more unrestrained than he had been with anyone.
If it was possible to smile with his mouth full, Damon seemed to manage it, hands replacing lips, as he started slowly backing off. Stefan was so close; Damon's fingers brushing over his balls made them tighten up like a damn vice. His mouth slid further up until the head of Stefan's glistening cock was throbbing on his tongue. He kept his strokes quick and hard as his eyes stayed on Stefan's.
It was impossible to breathe. This was a different Damon. Without the cool reserve, or hidden agenda. The man Stefan loved in every other way his entire life, even when they hated each other. It wasn't the monster who made everything complicated, or even the brother who looked out for him and pushed him around. It was his Damon, the man in between all the fucking labels, letting himself be vulnerable, and in control, somehow at the same time. And the second Stefan realized how much he loved the man this way too he was done.
With a soft groan, Stefan spilled everything. Damon didn't let up. Stefan's eyes fell to the proof in Damon's mouth, the part he didn't want to miss. The single most fucking sexy thing Stefan had ever seen was the milky whiteness pooling on Damon's tongue right before it disappeared. He may have gasped—hard to tell with how heavy he was breathing.
He pulled Damon up to him, crushing their lips together in a kiss that closed a portion of the lost years between them. The tinge of his own flavor was mixed with the hot wet heat of his brother's mouth and Stefan could hardly get enough.
Damon let out a pleased hum as their kissing slowed. He kept his hand wrapped over Stefan's around his cock, making their rings clack as they moved together. Damon didn't last much longer, his cock pulsing in Stefan's hand as he erupted against his chest, letting it dribble over their fingers.
They were both panting, falling backwards as soon as Damon let go of Stefan's hand around his spent dick.
Before he could really think about pulling away, Damon was curled up next to him again tracing lazy circles in the mess on Stefan's stomach. Other than the obvious addition, it was practically like every other night they had recently spent together. He blinked softly admiring Damon's content expression. He combed his fingers through his brother's hair unable to resist a small smile. The mess would be gross later, sure, but he was too exhausted, too relieved to have their secrets shared. With a quiet sigh he wondered if this was enough to make Damon his. If he was ready.
He pulled Damon closer and fell asleep.
