Author's Notes: Warning! PWP snippet with some angst thrown in. Alaric/Damon sexness.
Alaric tried to stop, but Damon had locked his legs around Alaric's waist, keeping him pressed in deep. Damon's head was still thrown back, arching from pain, not pleasure, like Alaric had thought a moment ago.
"Dammit, Damon, stop. I'm hurting you. I knew you were too sore for this."
Damon groaned, pained and annoyed.
"Just shut up for once and fuck me. I like it when it hurts."
"Damon-"
"Hurt me. Do whatever you want. Make it rough. Make me take it." The words were a demand, but the haze in those blue eyes, half-gone and desperate, those weren't demanding, but pleading.
'Please, please, I'll be better. I can be better. Just…please. I'm trying so hard. Don't leave. Love me, love me, love me…'