Title: A Silver Thread
Type: Slash, Angst, RST, Snark, Friendship, DubCon
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries [Showverse]
Pairing: Damon Salvatore/Tyler Lockwood
Setting: Some time after Season 2 Episode 14 "Crying Wolf", to be treated as an alternative to what could have happened.
Word Count: 10481
Summary: Damon can't sleep, not with Tyler being so hot in more ways than one, lying next to him in the bed. The lights are off but the hards are about to be on if Damon has his wicked way, which he usually does. Tyler is unprepared for what comes next, but with a new, wolfy libido and the inability to sit by and allow others to overpower him, maybe Damon is about to get more than he bargained for. Then again, maybe Damon was counting on that all along.
Warnings: Many sexual references and instances of adult language used, as well as graphic descriptions of sexual activity. Rated NC-17 as a series; this chapter containing adult content as well as some elements that may be considered dark such as consenting violence and bloodplay. To be treated as alternate events to what happened canonly after Season 2 Episode 14 "Crying Wolf", so no strict ties to any canon events that occurred after that. This is a co-write so excuse any perspective shifts you might encounter. Tyler was written by me ikarusphoenix and Damon by letit_linger. Comments welcome, but leave your bad attitude at the door. Thanks.
Damon lay awake and conscious of the werewolf beside him, quiet in his patience, if only for a moment. Tyler seemed to be asleep with the slowed beat of his heart and silent, shallow breathing. He shifted so that he was lying somewhat on his side, facing Tyler's unmoving form. "Hey, pssst. You asleep there, wolfboy?" Damon kept his tone lowered but not quite whispery; it was clear that it didn't matter if Tyler was really asleep or not, Damon was going to have his attention. "You're definitely awake." The vampire nudged at Tyler's shoulder, paying close attention to the way his breathing and heart rate changed, if it did at all. "You've been awake this whole time. Faker."
"Cut it out Damon.", Tyler nudged back in a less friendly manner, brow furrowed and with a mean bite to his voice, now husky with tiredness, "Did I say I was asleep? No." He breathed deeply a few times, out of anger, repositioning head to pillow a few times but finding no comfort there; instead restless. "What do you want?", he asked, patience obviously tested.
Damon smirked, finding Tyler's tired and angry reaction amusing. Cranky cubs were such a precious commodity. To someone. Surely. Damon wouldn't have been so entertained by other young wolves; this one was at just the right place, at just right time. Or the wrong ones, but who cared? "So…this temper…that a wolf thing, or just fallout from your short guy complex?" His voice remained friendly and conversational, almost with genuine interest. But he was good at faking that when he needed to.
"Ask around Damon, I've always been a prick. Jealous 'cause you're not the only one?", Tyler remarked with a playfully challenging exuberance, and a grimace to match, though he remained on his side with his back to Damon, eyelids refusing to come unstuck. No point in opening them, it was dark and the wall wasn't particularly interesting. "Just as well I run so hot now...I can't even feel you making the bed cold.", Tyler was still a little drunk from the punch of sleepiness, which made him sound delightfully pleased with himself as he slurred certain parts of his speech, his mind only half alert and unready to articulate or think very cohesively at all.
Even though it couldn't be seen, Damon's smirk could be practically felt, if only Tyler had been more alert. "Yeah, that's me, totally jealous of a mortal. Nailed it." He chuckled lightly, leaning up onto an elbow. "Can't sense my coldness, huh? That is interesting. Can you feel this?" Damon's finger stayed in place near Tyler's back. He could certainly feel the heat coming off the were, even in this relaxed state.
Right now it didn't matter to Tyler that Damon couldn't see his expressions, he still snarled as though a fly had landed on his cheek twice, "I can't feel anything Damon, what are you-", and as he jerked around in restlessness again he felt Damon's fingertip prod against his back, it wasn't ice cold, more like room temperature, which against his own hot blooded skin didn't contrast easily. "-OK, so you're cold. Get over it.", a pity Damon couldn't see Tyler's face, because his groggy state of awareness was causing him to do all sorts of reasonless smiles; none of them like the one before, all of them cute.
The vampire very nearly giggled at Tyler's twisting about in effort to get a comfortable position; he didn't, though, because he simply did not giggle. Chuckle, yes, when he felt like it. "I'm cold, you're hot. Oh hey, I'm hot too." Damon smirked but didn't move his hand. The prod of his fingertip was more of a light, annoying touch. Nothing sinister in the least. "Speaking of hot, what is it with you? You're like mini-Rambo now. Just missing the bad hair and forehead accessory." Damon finally put his hand down, though he couldn't be blamed for the touch, really. That'd all been Tyler.
Tyler rolled a little so that he was laying on his back, although moving at all when this relaxed felt like a hardship. As soon as his back landed, Tyler's dark eyes fixed to Damon's haunting ones, despite the obstacle of darkness, pursing his lips peculiarly with a perched brow, in a look of disbelief and received ridiculousness; he looked adorably goofy as well as dismissive. "You're really into yourself aren't you?", more of a statement than a question. Tyler folded his strong, rough hands over his chest, elbows at his sides so that Damon couldn't prod at his back any more with his freaky snow finger, eyes closed again once he'd found a comfortable spot. "I'm no Rambo, but thanks I guess.", one slip of a cocky smile slid across his face for less than a second, almost like a facial spasm. Blink and you'd miss it, but then Damon didn't need to blink.
"Well yeah, of course I am. You have eyes, don't you?" The little smirk that passed over Tyler's face was too adorable to Damon, especially in its briefness. Damon looked over the olive skin that was visible, his eyes staying on the spot he was still most interested in, for a moment. Tyler had dodged the question earlier, but he would have to answer it sometime tonight. "I'm a little serious. Just a little. But if you keep it up with the wolfy hotness, I might just start getting jealous…if I remember how that is. It's been a while." Damon edged himself down the bed a little, his head still at the pillow, though. "So do you bury junk in the backyard as part of the workout now? Roll around in dirt? Just asking."
Letting out a sharp breath through his nose which was equal parts laughter and annoyance, Tyler lazily struck his arm out to one side, flopping it down heavily on Damon as though to hit him, but it was hardly meant to hurt him and far too lazy an action to do so. Matt wouldn't have liked it but then he was one of those sensitive types, a fact Tyler liked to take full advantage of at times similar to this one. "Shut up Damon.", being likened to some sort of junkyard dog was both amusing and irritating, but still Tyler's tone remained thickly warm, if deeper than usual. He casually slid one hand over his belly and down one side of his thigh, then back again.
"Fuck, I'm boiling. You mind?", Tyler's voice found new, childish colour as he urged to pull off his pyjama bottoms under the sheets, hooking his thumbs beneath the waistband.
He let the arm land on him, finding it just a playful gesture from the sleepy Lockwood descendant. Damon, of course would never shut up, probably not even if this Klaus guy told him to. The vampire was distracted from that train of thought by the path Tyler's hand was now taking, and the words following. "Hey, I'm all for comfort. Go for it." The pup would have thought twice if he'd seen Damon's face, though. His grin was giddy and a touch demented, like a disturbed teenager discovering the first dirty magazine he was about to thoroughly enjoy. Damon's eyes widened briefly as he tilted his head to glance at where the covers ended. "Are you this hot all the time?" Of course he meant Tyler's new figure, and somewhat his temperature, but the first wasn't likely to translate into wolf.
"Guess I don't notice it most of the time. Except for when I realise I'm never cold. Even here in the snow.", that vaguely cloudy mind of his was still making Tyler sound as dreamy as he'd intended to be by now, in the literal sense; how his voice softly scaled to make a soothing melody, and he didn't even know it. He tossed his pyjama bottoms from the side of the bed nearest him, hand discarding them from beneath the sheets. He wasn't minding Damon calling him 'pup' or 'wolfboy' or whatever, but then the guys on the team had way worse nicknames for one another, Tyler the most notorious for making them. Tyler didn't care about that sort of thing. He smacked his dry lips together, kneading the roof of his mouth with his tongue, sounding like a four legged pet lapping up water from a bowl.
"You can still sleep right? I'm not too hot for you?", Tyler hadn't really thought about it; how he'd share a bed with someone from now on, which was ironic considering his sex drive which had only intensified since becoming a werewolf. Perhaps his inhuman body heat wouldn't bother a vampire as much as it would a human. At least he didn't have to worry about Damon knowing what he was.
Damon stole a sly look under the covers while Tyler removed his bottoms, a bit disappointed to see that the wolf wore boxers beneath. "Just hot enough," he smirked in response, "If I can handle sharing a bed with myself, I think I can handle you." How cute that Tyler hadn't realized the double entendre in his words. And yet Damon had no intention of falling asleep, or letting the newborn wolf fall asleep either. "So...what other fun stuff can you do now? You're fast...stronger...you can smell stuff...can you lick your own balls now, too?" Damon was far from even the hint of a yawn. "Bet you love belly rubs now. Bet I'd be a whore for belly rubs if I were all wolfy…God forbid."
Tyler's eyes shot open again, his head turning to face Damon once more, this time with a dirty smirk. Fortunately, Tyler's sense of humour was a little less cookie cutter than most, so he could appreciate how much of a sick freak Damon was, enough to find it funny. "Gross Damon. Like I'd even try. Balls can't taste good.", he did ignore the belly rub comment though, half expecting Damon to suggest he stock up on flea collars.
"Can't blame me for asking," he grinned, shrugging somewhat comically. Damon's gaze turned serious for a moment, now that he had Tyler's attention on him. "You love belly rubs. Admit it. No way getting all those wolf powers leaves you with a tummy that doesn't want a good stroking." His colder hand darted out quickly, tickling at the firm skin of Tyler's stomach. Damon's face lit up considerably, unable to keep a false sense of seriousness for very long.
As broken chuckles were roped out of him by Damon, Tyler looked like an overgrown baby, though his pitch was a little off for an infant, and toddlers didn't generally have washboard abs. After a short while of being forced to laughter uncontrollably, one of Tyler's hands gripped Damon's firmly and pulled it away from him. "Stop!", he desperately asked, while his ticklishness subsided. "Damon!" Tyler expectantly eyed the vampire now that'd he'd recomposed himself, not wanting to be tickled again, but judging by his expression it seemed he was trying to look like he meant business, though at the same time was finding the situation to be a funny one.
It was too much, Tyler's sharp reaction to Damon's teasing. Very cute, especially with the lower pitched laughter that jumped from the wolf as he squirmed under the vampire's touch. Damon returned the gaze, though his wasn't quite as serious, not with the grin that broke out beneath his eyes. "Knew it." The wolf was big talk, sure, but he'd liked it, even if he wouldn't admit it. Damon wondered how much effort it was taking to keep up such a serious face. Tyler was awake now, it seemed, and so there was plenty more for the vampire to do to extend the night. "Got your attention now. So it's big, right?" His pleased grin had turned positively filthy.
It was at this point that Tyler's troubled brand of expression became least censored, cringing like he'd just stepped on glass and been slapped in the face at the same time. "Is what big?", his gazes remained jagged and pinned to Damon, though they couldn't find a comfortable enough spot to rest upon.
"Oh don't be a prude, we were having so much fun." Damon shook his head dismissively. "Lockwood Junior…and I don't mean your little brother…we both know you don't have one of those." he gestured with his eyes, "I've been dying to find out if I'm taller than you everywhere. Well I'm already dead, but you get the idea." His hand, still caught by the wrist in Tyler's grip, tapped once at a nearby hipbone. Damon remained casual enough in his voice, even if his eyes were lit up with wayward intention.
Still looking like he'd bitten into something sour and gooey, Tyler released his grip on Damon's wrist and lowered his own. Before he got the chance to speak, he happened upon something else of Damon's that would cause further concern. Tyler's instincts whipped his hand away from the rigid protrusion from beneath the covers of the bed, as quickly as they had become aware of it. It was automatic, involuntary, like he'd burnt his hand against the metal of a freshly used pan. The look that clung to his face was more precious than ever now; disturbed, anxious and way too alert for his features to remain still for more than a second or so.
"Have you got a hard on?", he asked with surprise and caution, "Dude wait...not cool. Asking about my junk and then having...that...there." he gestured his line of sight and pointed cautiously to the place where Damon kept his excitement burrowed.
Tyler was so painfully straight it was delicious. The faces and the hesitation and confusion tickled Damon in a way much more than skin deep, and it made his expression evermore devious. Damon looked at the spot between his legs, where it was obvious that someone else had woken up. "Yep. He likes you," he snickered darkly, "Not easy getting him going, congrats." The vampire propped up on his elbows, watching Tyler's face with a delighted grin. "But seriously, I just wanna see. Don't make it gay."
"Dude, looking at my junk...that's kinda gay.", Tyler pushed his head forward just once with his eyebrows risen, to convey how obviously true his statement should have been to the vampire. "Wait, you're into me now?", his eyebrows scrunched, finding this whole thing to be way too fucked up for him to deal with, but also not sure whether to believe Damon, "Up until an hour ago you hated me, now you wanna score a look at my tool? Ha-ha, very funny Damon. I'm not buying it.", Tyler wouldn't put it past Damon to get that erection and have it vulnerable to exposure, just to make his little game more believable. Sort of sulking and a little miffed, Tyler sat up with his back against the headboard of his bed, arms folded, throwing moody looks at Damon, who really ought to chill the fuck out with his weird asshole routine.
"Is this the face of a liar?" Damon pouted a little, batting his eyes. "You got pretty damn hot. And you're all sassy now. Not in a gay way, that'd be weird." He pulled the sheets back, looking at his erection with approval before turning to Tyler. "C'mon, show me and I'll let you go to sleep." Damon snapped the elastic of Tyler's boxers once. He may have been less than honest though, but then he couldn't stop thinking of the many things to do to mess with a sleeping Lockwood pup.
As soon as Damon pulled the covers back to gloat at his own erection, Tyler pulled the pillow from behind him and brought it overhead to his lap, hiding behind it somewhat, or more so protecting himself from Damon's anticipated clutches. When the elastic of his waistband snapped back, so too did Tyler's senses. "Dude I'm not a homo. And I'm definitely not showing you my stuff. Fuck that!", even though he looked fit to shit himself, Tyler made no doubt of his ground being stood.
Figures this would be the night he'd have with a vampire. Even Jeremy wouldn't do anything this weird, and he was a twisted little weirdo who probably masturbated onto vials of his own blood or something, tortured emo that he was. "Fuck Damon, will you cover your shit already?", Tyler's eyes still wide with obligation not to miss a single one of Damon's tricks.
"Are you really calling me homo? I just have standards, and you made the list." Damon shrugged with a little smirk. Tyler hadn't run off screaming obscenities yet, and that was good. That sort of reaction would have just pissed him off. This was much more enjoyable. "I'm wearing pants, isn't that enough? Your eyes would pop right out of your head if you were lucky enough to get a full view."
"Fuck off Damon, it's big but it's not that big. I'm not exactly the son of a Minister you know.", no, Tyler really wasn't. But he was the son of a Mayor, and in no way did he live up to that reputation either. He'd been watching porn since he was nine, and fucking girls since he was thirteen. An impressive erection wasn't about to send his jaw to the floor.
Damon looked at Tyler with a lowered chin, his eyes fluctuating in their expressions. "No need to be shy Lockwood. Promise I won't make fun of it. Unless it's like, really depressingly small…or comes complete with some sort of musical element." He tugged at a corner of the pillow gently; if he really wanted to, it would have been gone already.
He grunted as Damon teased him for having a small dick, potentially, "Trust me, I'm packing. But the whole not gay thing...yeah-" Tyler spread his arms openly at his sides, "-not gonna happen.", the newborn werewolf kept his eye on Damon, making easy note of the tug at the corner of his pillow.
Damon put on a falsely perplexed expression, somehow still casual while sitting with a hard on next to a nervous straighty who didn't know how to loosen up. "Bullshit. We're friends now, but that alone isn't reason enough to believe you. Yet." He put a hand to his own stomach, scratching himself casually. "You don't seem too uncomfortable considering the fact that I wanna see your junk, I mean, you're still here. You sure you don't wanna compare?" Damon lifted the waistband of his pyjama bottoms just a little.
"Think about it, we're practically dick-brothers by now. Assuming you actually hooked up with Caroline." He let his pants snap back into place with a small smirk. "You think I'll pounce on it if you show me? Please, I do have a little bit of class. If you squint."
"I don't have a boner.", Tyler frowned before rolling his big brown eyes and shaking his head side to side. He even moved his pillow away for a second just to prove that he wasn't hiding anything close to an erection, but not letting Damon see long enough to enjoy the view of tight, form fitting underwear clinging to his thick member, as much as the vampire might have liked. "I know that when you think someone's hot, you fuck them. So yeah Damon, I don't think you'd settle for just a look, would you?", although Tyler should have included that he wasn't going to get one, but that thought came too late.
Damon wasn't disappointed with the view he was given, however brief it may have been. Wolfboy really was packing, that was no lie, and he could definitely imagine that tool giving a lot of satisfaction in it's time. But the underwear was unfortunate, and only got in the way. "Got me there," he smirked. "You're hot, I'm hot, it's basic math really." Damon glanced at the pillow again before his gaze slid back up to Tyler's face. "You're afraid you'd like it, aren't you?" His grin was wide again, "You with a notched bedpost rivalling Gene Simmons." He laughed, placing a somewhat friendly punch onto Tyler's arm. "But maybe I would settle for a look. You never know. Then again, I am a vampire. We have covered that, right?"
"Look Damon, I get it. You're...hot, it's not like everyone doesn't know that already. I'm not shy. Hell I've spent most of my life in and out of locker rooms...but like I said, I'm not gay. So knowing you're into me now, kinda makes whipping it out something I can't really do.", Tyler explained, and Damon would have to admire his patience, wouldn't he? His head turned side to side as his eyes wandered around the room for answers that were never there. "What if I just move the pillow? Will that do? Give you an eyeful while it's still in my pants? Then can we go to sleep?", Tyler knew that Damon wasn't going to settle for absolutely nothing, when he wanted so much and was so used to getting it all.
Damon was having a hard time staying still, as hilarious as he was finding Tyler's continued reactions. But the pup could play coy for only so long before the game bored Damon. It seemed he was coming to his senses, though. "Tyler…I'm not gay either." He smirked. Damon wasn't really anything. Just Damon. "Sure, go ahead and move it. Then you can go sleep, howl at the moon, dig up bones. Whatever." Provided he could ignore Damon's tinkering afterward, that was. But he didn't really need to say that out loud, did he?
"Fine.", Tyler still seemed bothered and stroppy about this, even though he'd not only agreed to it, but came up with the idea himself. He moved the pillow from his lap, and slowly packed it back behind him. Though he was hesitant to witness Damon's reactions, he couldn't pull his eyes from the vampire for long. "Happy now? Or maybe you were expecting a little less competition?", Tyler did his best to keep the tone as masculine as possible, attempting to drown out any lingering sexual desire Damon had for him with a loudly stated competitive atmosphere. This couldn't do much harm though could it? His own mother saw him in more revealing underwear than this, almost daily.
The vampire pushed himself up, scooting to sit next to Tyler. He looked between his own dick and the flaccid, constrained one beside him. "Not bad, should've shown me sooner. Nice and fat, but let's not get ahead of ourselves." Damon smirked, turning his face toward the wolf with a raised brow. "I can just imagine all the places you've stuffed it. Ever wonder what it'd feel like inside of Caroline?" His voice took a bit of a darker edge, gravely and lowered in volume. "Tight, juicy vampire cunt. Bet you've jerked off thinking about it. Chewing on those pert little breasts," he cupped his hands for effect, "And she can take it. No worries about bruising, or getting knocked up. Just raw, hard fucking, all the way." His lip twitched a little in a grin.
Before he could even defend himself against the filthy little words Damon breezed past his ear, Tyler felt an instant swell threatening to bloat the crotch of his underwear to entirety. Not good. Once Tyler started getting hard, it had never stopped until completion before. Tricky Damon, using the Caroline card. Still, Tyler couldn't exactly prove himself to be a pussy and grab the pillow again. Instead he bit down on his own teeth looking decidedly unimpressed while Damon continued to make animated performances with his hands.
He didn't even need to look to know that his dick was fully hard now, he could feel it throbbing heavily against his thigh, and it got much hotter now when it was hard, like something fresh out of an oven. Tyler looked like he wanted the ground to do him the favour of swallowing him whole. "Great work Damon. Go ahead, eye it up...it's not like you're gonna get another chance.", every single word was glazed with the sweet honey of reluctance, which would only make proceedings that much more enjoyable for the vampire. Tyler almost growled at the thought.
The taste of sweet victory was almost as good as the unadulterated anger that radiated from Tyler. He hated that Damon could do that to him with barely trying, and Damon loved that he hated it. "Looks like he needs some air." Damon snorted at the expression on Tyler's face, "If you get hard that easy, I'd say this won't be the last time I get to see." The way it had grown was impressive, though, and Damon was not reserved in his appreciation of it. "Pity you're being so uptight. You should take care of it. Or let me." Damon gave him a shit-eating grin, running a finger along the side of the protruding length, just short of making contact and doing it so quickly that it was questionable he'd even done any such thing at all.
"Don't push it.", Tyler was not going to take his dick out, Damon had had more than enough fun already. So he thought he'd be getting more opportunities like this? "I'm like, superhorny now. More than before. It's a wolf thing. But I don't think I'll be having you stay the night again, thanks.", Tyler was turning up the intensity on his asshole dial with every passing second.
"Yo, I said you could look. No touching.", the sly rapidity of a wolf hooked in on Damon, from behind Tyler's piercing eyes. It was an expression that no one had seen from Tyler yet. The sort of look that you didn't want to ignore, even if you were an undead badass with good dress sense. Damon couldn't sneak in underhanded touches, Tyler was faster than him, and he could see things at that rate too.
"Comes with the territory. Become a supernatural being, and boom. Sex drive like crazy." Damon grinned, looking at the substantial erections they both had. Of course Tyler was assuming that the vampire would just stay away. He'd been invited in now, and if he felt like swinging by for a chat or more, he'd do just that. With the look Damon had just received, he was tempted to push and prod and pull and all other sorts of verbs.
"Mad? You said it yourself; I wouldn't be satisfied with only a look. Just making sure you're not disappointed." He laughed, looking down again briefly. "But really, you should get that taken care of. Very…distracting."
"I don't fuck dudes, Damon.", with typically limited straight man's stereotyping, Tyler assumed that Damon had intended to be fucked by him, because gay sex meant anal sex, right?
Damon sighed, leaning his head back, tired of the one-track mind that Tyler kept returning to. His obvious straightness was adorable, but opening his mouth to prove the fact just ruined it. "You do know that there are more ways of resolving an erection than fucking, right? I get that you're a werewolf jock, but you can't be that stupid." Damon gave him a disbelieving stare.
Tyler resisted the urge to speak right away, and he even stifled his thoughts which luckily were private. If he really thought about it, he was horny, and so long as there was no ass fucking nothing that happened could be too bad, could it? And Damon had insisted that he wasn't gay either; maybe the rules were different for vampires. After all, their moral compass sort of busted upon turning, didn't it? "You sure you're not gay?", Tyler tried to mask the promise buried into that question, knowing how much Damon would love it.
Something was going on in that wolfy skull, something wonderful, he was sure. Damon tilted his head slightly, silvery eyes narrowed as Tyler thought through whatever it was. He couldn't hide his delighted grin as Tyler finally spoke. "Hello, I've fucked plenty of women in my day. Not gay. Just a vampire." Damon could have easily ripped those stupid boxer shorts away, but it was better this way, somehow.
"OK.", Tyler yielded quietly, too quietly in fact, which caused him to say it again, louder, as if someone were demanding it, "OK. Do it. Whatever you...I never...just do what you want. I've never...you'll have to show me what you want.", at least Tyler wasn't selfish enough to think he could just lay back and be pleasured without returning the favour. The gay thing may have freaked him out, but if he was going to have some form of sex, it was at the very least going to be good. His eyes remained shut whilst he pushed words out to Damon, as if being held back by an invisible force. He looked very corruptible right then, wavering a little with uncertainty, but as fresh and as open as any wound Damon could sweetly savour.
"Now was that so hard?" Damon smirked, hooking a couple fingers under the elastic of Tyler's underwear. "But lighten up. Really. You did just give me free reign, but I'm not going to like, rip out your intestines for fun or anything." A little careless on Tyler's part, maybe, to allow Damon to do as he fully pleased. Careless, but smart. The vampire chewed on his lip at the oh-so-vulnerable expression Tyler now wore. Fucking delicious. "I'm gonna go right ahead and assume you've…relieved yourself before." Damon pulled the underwear down a bit, watching as the erection was exposed. "By the way, how nice of you to offer to get me off." He would have gotten it anyway, though. His slender fingers worked the fabric down further, kneading gently, reassuringly even, at the skin beneath as he did so.
Tyler held his breath, finally opening his eyes when he continued to breathe as normal again. "Myself...yes. Damon don't-", willing but not fully comfortable with this, Tyler's words were cut off by Damon's cool grip on his rock hard shaft, "-fuck. Slow down asshole...new to me remember.", apparently, to Tyler sex wasn't just sex, this did not feel anything remotely similar to having a girl in his bed with him.
"Now who's being gay about it?" he teased lightly, with no malice to it. "The only thing that's new about this is the hand around your dick belonging to an incredibly hot vampire. Who just so happens to be male. Minor detail." Damon pulsed his hand gently, using his free one to edge down the pyjama bottoms he'd kept on for civility's sake. "Same thing, different cock." He watched Tyler's face intently. "Need a play by play?"
Damon trying to mock him only spurred Tyler on, but maybe that was what the vampire was counting on in the first place. Tyler's hand slung to Damon's solid prick, stealing a few manic, reckless grabs from it before Damon had managed to peel off his pyjama bottoms. Once bare, Tyler grabbed it tight and started tugging at it, modestly fascinated with how the head was revealed and then covered again by foreskin. Figures, Damon was from a different time, and he did have European roots. Then again, wouldn't vampirism heal up a circumcision? Wait, would that happen to Tyler? "You got one of those.", Tyler smirked cockily with one eyebrow raised, anxiety fading away visibly, emphasising that last word. "It's big...but I'm way thicker.", his face looked set to explode with childish pride.
The somewhat wild, dare he say feral, way Tyler grabbed for his dick worried him only for a moment. He didn't need his new playmate getting too beasty on him. But at least it didn't seem like he was holding back, yet. So long as he kept it up, he'd get a treat for it. "Yes, one of those. Never had to experience getting parts of it chopped off." Damon didn't like the modern method of penis mutilation within American culture, but oh well. His hand began to slide over Tyler's cock with a firm grip, "Oh now look who's eager to compare." Damon chuckled, turning his shoulders toward Tyler. He swiped his thumb over the tip of the were cock at some points, making sure to change up the way his hand twisted and pumped every so often. Tyler should remember this night for a long, long while.
Every now and then a jolt of pleasure ran through Tyler's body, causing him to convulse or shudder a little in random patterns. He even let out a deep, dark moan sometimes when it happened, but he could take it; he didn't want Damon to stop. "You take it like you give it?", maybe there was something to this man-on-man thing after all. Tyler didn't have to worry about hurting Damon. It was like a sport. Tyler was great at sports.
He pulled Damon's foreskin back and grabbed the bare head of it, spitting in his hand and returning it there once he reminded himself not to make it too uncomfortable for the vampire. Without letting the foreskin slide back up, Tyler went on to drive his fist over that dickhead again and again, licking his lips and watching Damon's every response like a hawk in pursuit of prey. "You didn't think I'd be a pussy did you?", Tyler's eyes beamed with irritating egotism for a second, but no matter how repugnant, it looked so good on him.
Damon was liking his new toy very much, he learned so quickly. "Bring it," he grinned, tightening his own fist and speeding his motions. And Tyler certainly did not disappoint, his newfound speed and strength a great asset to his handjob skills. Was it possible he'd turned this into some sort of game? The thought was painfully amusing, but not unlikely. "Oh no," he reassured darkly, beginning to close the distance between them, "I was counting on you being a real monster."
Damon's eyes switched from an unexpected flutter to a flared widening as they often did. The pleasure given from his rougher handling was delightful, rolling through him in fluctuating waves of sensation. He seemed to take it as a challenge, though, and set himself to giving Tyler's dick more abuse than his was receiving. "You like it," he said, nearly purred, teeth snapping together playfully.
"It's good. I can take more.", before the curse had turned him, Tyler was a nasty little fuck when it came to what happened between the sheets. Now, he was even more of an animal. Damon may have been a good fuck as a vampire, but he hadn't always been that way. Kudos to Tyler then, if only he knew to collect. He got up on his knees, prompting Damon to do the same, added more spit to his palm and continued to tug that well defined helmet of nerves, raw; it actually started darkening in colour as he raped it with his fist. His eyes struggled with new, torn greed, whether to enjoy the pleasures of his handiwork, or search for signals of submission in Damon's face.
"You want it harder? I'll go harder.", Tyler was a scrappy, feisty little shit when challenged. Something in his tone of voice said something else of him too though; that he wanted this to be good, wanted to prove himself capable of making Damon cum his brains out. "Bet you wanna kiss me don't you? You think I'm hot. So do it. And I want fangs.", his breath even sounded hot, and his words slightly jaded with an animalistic rasp. There was more to Tyler than could be guessed from even knowing him pretty well.
The vampire didn't need telling twice, his grip becoming painfully tight on the werewolf, thick as he was. It was a very nice, girthy piece, and Damon fully appreciated it, as well as the unbelievably rough grip on his longer tool, not thin by any means, but much more so in comparison. He let Tyler take the lead; hell, he was getting into it, good for him. Damon's face was expressive as always as they rose, seated on their knees chest-to-chest. His free hand grabbed onto the back of Tyler's head, deep breaths huffing from between his lips. He smirked at Tyler's command, giving in to the sensations finally.
Damon was sure his face had taken on its blood-thirsty form now, distracted from knowing, initially. If the werewolf was going to be such a slut for him, then he wouldn't complain, but he wouldn't roll over and take orders from the pup either. That wasn't how it worked. "You want these fangs?" he grinned wide, his tongue running over his pearly whites slowly. "I bet you'd rather I sink 'em into your neck." Damon leaned forward, licking slowly, following the artery. Low groans escaped him, heated in Tyler's ear as he nipped the lobe less than gently.
Tyler grunted a violent grumble of distain, slamming Damon down beneath him on the bed. He returned his hand to that delicate dickhead that sprung an impressive number of inches away from the vampire's groin, yanking at it even harder and faster now. Tyler was glistening with a perfect dew of sweat, and he was so hot to the touch that it should have evaporated, but didn't. He didn't smell like any common human any more, he smelt of a different musk altogether, something primal, sexual, crude. "Fangs Damon. Now.", he wanted to kiss Damon at his most dangerous. That mouth that had ended so many lives and turned an unknown number of humans into demons. He smirked, "Don't tell me I'm the most keen now, am I?", surely Damon wouldn't go for second place.
The sudden pin caught him off guard, and he was being driven wild by the way Tyler kept abusing the hell out of his dick. Just a tiny push was all it took, who would've guessed? Damon's eyes flashed deviously at Tyler's suggestion that he was less than willing to go all the way with this. The vampire did not do shy or retiring. He pulled Tyler's face down to his roughly, pressing their mouths together with no hesitation, his extended fangs pressing into those full lips. Damon shoved Tyler's shoulder, rolling them so he was pinning the wolf instead, a much more familiar position.
"You dirty boy," he grinned, biting Tyler's bottom lip roughly before going in for another kiss, his tongue darting out into Tyler's mouth, "We could've been at this for hours by now." But they were there now, and Damon's hand continued to pull and pump on the thick jock meat cruelly, his hips rocking into Tyler's fist with an eager pace.
Funny Tyler thought, how people were so afraid of a vampire's true face. It didn't scare him. Actually it seemed sort of hot to fuck with something evil and soulless. He plunged right into that kiss he'd wanted, loving the scraping of Damon's fangs against his tongue. Cool. Different. He'd even bled a little due to the reckless abandon with which he kissed Damon back, but no matter; nothing that caused him to yelp in pain, nothing that didn't heal very quickly. He didn't even mind Damon shifting position on him, in fact it made him grin, cocky a prick as ever.
The bronzed werewolf bucked his hips beneath Damon's grip as if it wasn't enough. His hand now milked the full length of Damon's dick, making sure to unsheathe that crown of flesh and sensitivity with every heavy stroke; apparently Tyler loved making it pop out again and again, it felt naughty, like something he shouldn't do, and something that would drive Damon into cummy madness. "How does it taste?", the stare he held with Damon was something fiendish now, as he wondered whether his werewolf blood was different to that of a human. He wanted it to be. In fact he wanted it to be something Damon wanted more than he cared to.
The demon eyes rolled back into Damon's head quite a few times from Tyler's delighted exploration of his cock. It felt like he was sending little bolts of lightning straight through it, tweaking all the best parts within. His hand began to blur over Tyler's cock with no real care as to if it was too fast or rough. The wolf could take it. "Spicy," he grunted, licking at the healing bites on Tyler's lips. "Delicious," he added, "Having more." Damon nipped and licked down Tyler's jaw, finding the spot on his neck that would give the best blood.
He was being driven insane by the wolf's manhandling, he should've tried this ages ago. But he hadn't known about wolves till recently, and he hated all the other ones. Then again he wasn't sure if he didn't still hate Tyler, but that seemed inconsequential. Damon bit down without restraint, groaning as the dark nectar spilled forth into his mouth, his hips now thrusting madly against Tyler's touch. He growled into the bite, sucking down the werewolf's blood. There was something more to this taste, something wild and horribly twisted and wrong. It was perfect. As long as Tyler didn't care to return the favour down the road, things would be great.
Tyler bit his lip as Damon played dirty, using vampiric speed on him. It was unclear though whether he did so to express his failing restraint, or to keep his grin from growing much wilder. Oddly, it turned him on that Damon liked the taste of his blood, that it was special, the first time Damon had tasted the blood of a werewolf. Damon's first taste of a most exotic fruit, one that if plucked the wrong way, could kill him; kill death. How hot it was then, to pull away from the vampire's fangs once he'd had less than a mouthful, taking position on his knees again but this time looming over Damon who was stretched out horizontalally before him. Luckily, this repositioning did not cause Tyler to lose grip on that big undead dick of Damon's.
"You got my dick, and I gave you a taste, but you can't have everything you want Damon. Not all at once. Not from me. Not until you earn it.", the little prick was elated with his own mischievousness, narrow rivers of blood leaving dry scarlet stains after falling from the entry points of Damon's fangs, at his neck. "So what do you think Damon? More into me now than you were before? Or do you prefer the people you fuck around with to do as you say?", cocky yes, even a little condescending, but warm and playful throughout somehow, it couldn't be denied.
Damon growled in frustration, his head trying to move with Tyler as he pulled away from the bite. Damn wolves, they could do a lot that he didn't like. Damon licked the blood that had painted his lips, and he realized he could easily become accustomed, if not addicted, to the taste. If some nameless fuck had tried pulling half the shit Tyler was now, they'd find themselves with a snapped neck and in a dumpster somewhere. He didn't even really know why he was letting the young wolf get cocky with him. Damon was the one who got cocky with everyone else.
He twisted onto his back, looking up at Tyler, loving how completely fuckable he was now, with whatever confidence this was. "I like you plenty. You're not a one-time deal, Tyler. Now get the fuck back down here." Damon grabbed Tyler's dick again, pumping with a frenzied pace. He wanted to wipe off that arrogant but hot smirk with a cumface, and fast.
Too soon for him to be heeding Damon's instruction, which again would have irked the usually dominant vampire, Tyler pounced over Damon. The repositioning had caused both men to lose grip upon the cocks previously held and violently pumped. No matter; Tyler's lower body descended slowly until his dick met Damon's firm abdomen. At this point, Tyler spared no effort in grinding himself back and forth ever so slightly, but enough to take pleasure from and keep sexual momentum going, his thick prick grazing roughly into Damon's tepid skin, the meat of his thigh doing something to provide Damon's member with a form of gratification. The act seemed natural, as though Tyler was not even thinking of it as he did it; and oh how he did it.
He brought his face closer to Damon's but not to entice a kiss out of the vampire this time, instead to speak, which he did through an uneven, self-satisfied smirk, big brown eyes more than satisfied with the face they looked upon, "You're fuckin' hot.", he simmered, keeping his upper body propped up with the leverage of his strong arms, planted either side of Damon's shoulders. "You're good at that too.", he complimented Damon's handiwork, looking down to the excited packages sandwiched between them, briefly, to let Damon know what he spoke of. But Damon seemed distracted, lost in a thought.
This made Tyler smile ever more deviously than before, the lilt of his voice remaining impish and lively, "What are you thinking huh? What do you wanna do?", it was as though Damon's lust for him had tickled Tyler, and also that he was thrilled by the challenge of whatever unknown shit was to come. Damon would have to know that with Tyler, there were at least some rules, weren't there?
Was Damon proud or annoyed that Tyler was being difficult? The two varied thoughts seemed to mesh at an impossible meeting point, but it at least made sense to the vampire. Sort of. Damon wasn't about to complain, though, since he liked surprises; but only when they did something for him. What was it about the wolf that kept him from getting irked and killing him? His hands found a nice warm home on Tyler's back, and he let out a low grunt of approval at the way he was being moved against. He slid his fingers down to grip a firm ass cheek, his body reacting naturally to the other that milled against him.
Damon's eyes narrowed as he looked at Tyler, searching for something in the golden face. The icy stare didn't travel as Tyler gestured down toward his thick erection, currently pressed into Damon's cool stomach. His gaze seemed to break in seriousness, though, as he returned a shaded smirk. "I'm thinking that you're right. I am fucking hot." And as for what the wolf wanted to know, there were plenty of things he wanted to do. Things that would come in time, given the right amount of banter and alcohol. "And I think you earned a scooby snack."
Hell, Tyler had loved the idea of his fangs before, but would he like it now? Damon didn't really care as he rolled Tyler off of him, seating himself with one leg between his. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Tyler's cock tightly and leaned at a slight angle, grinning wide, showing his fangs. "I'd say I don't bite, but..." he nodded his head toward the blood staining Tyler's neck. Damon chuckled lightly at himself, thinking he was hilarious, before he wrapped his lips around the tip. His fangs scraped harmlessly along it as he took more of it into his mouth. He wondered how good Tyler would taste when he came. Damon lifted his head for a moment, a filthy smirk playing on his face as he watched for Tyler's reaction.
As soon as he'd felt the hot wetness of Damon's nasty mouth surround him, Tyler had also felt the bleedless scraping of Damon's fangs against his most delicate flesh. "Hot.", was all Tyler said, watching intently, tongue sharpening one of his own lesser-defined fangs for a second to resonate with the view he partook of and the thoughts he was having. "I'm not gonna cum until I want to Damon. Bet you hate that don't you. You're so used to saying when and where.", but just as Tyler finished his almost vaguely boastful statements, he found himself thinking that he should have been quiet because Damon looked much hotter when he wasn't more angry that usual. "You like that dick don't you? Want one for Christmas?", he jested with the brand of machismo mania others hated him for, expressions scrunched up into an intolerable gloat.
Some muscle twitched near Damon's nose, but he wasn't quite as aggravated as he appeared to be. The little shit just kept throwing challenges at him, and he couldn't ignore them. And yet a part of him was relishing in it, the odd clash between the two of them. "You're hot, but keep the attitude up and I'll get bored. Bad idea with my pearly whites down here." Damon smirked, though, biting once at Tyler's thigh before licking up along the underside of his cock. "As for Christmas,,,I think I'll be back to get my present early." He stopped talking to swallow Tyler again, his tongue lazily twisting back and forth under it, and his cold gaze fixed on the wolf's face.
Tyler chuckled. Sure, Damon was dangerous, but scary? Not really. Not any more. Tyler didn't even flinch an iota when Damon flashed his fangs to insinuate a threat to the Lockwood jewels. If Damon wanted to hurt him, he would have done it by now. There was something to be said for the excruciating pain of turning under a full moon; it left little room for fear of hurt, in fact death became a promise of peace that was perhaps kinder than the life of a cursed one.
"You're better with your hands.", Tyler rasped, one hand already touching his own torso, stealing grabs from it, the other reaching out to Damon, though only barely capable of access to the vampire's raven locks, caressing the scalp available there, running his thumb along the curve of the ear he found, with rash affection.
Damon growled, more to give sensation to Tyler's cock than to show his displeasure at the banter. It wasn't much of an insult, though, when he could clearly feel how much Tyler was loving it. He hadn't even blinked when Damon's fangs touched upon him, and something about that had made the vampire like him even more. Was he trusted now, or did Tyler just not care about what went around his dick? Either way, the elder Salvatore had gotten the poster boy for ill-mannered hetero jock culture to enjoy what was being done to him, a job well done in his not-so-humble opinion. Damon finally let his eyes slide shut, focusing entirely on the cock in his mouth.
His attention broke momentarily at the fingertips that stole brave touches of his head and hair. Was Tyler actually liking it? Damon grunted and gripped one hand tightly on a too-warm thigh, the other pumping hard at the girthy cock as he sucked hard on the tip. He wondered briefly if Tyler was acting out of instinct, breaking a facade of some sort. But then he didn't care too much, even if he didn't hate the cocky bastard. He'd really like to hate him. He'd figure out if he did or not later.
Hardly one to turn down a good blow job, Tyler leant forward and grabbed Damon to pull him up from his cock anyway. He wanted to taste himself on those evil, dead lips. His eyes stayed shut for the entirety of the kiss that came, Tyler's big hands forcing Damon into him from the back of his head. "Nice.", he said, when the passionate kiss was done, releasing the vampire from previous hold, and opening his eyes to reveal a dazzling expression. He pushed Damon off to his side and took an instant grip of that big dick again, still solid, but without a pulse. Tyler rolled that foreskin all the way back, and whipped his fist right around the neck of Damon's handsome tool with a fierce grip that promised to obliterate the crown of sensitive nerves above. "Bet I can make you bust...even with my left hand.", every one of Tyler's words seemed like they should have been accompanied by a wink.
Something in the air had changed, the electricity of a power struggle reshaped into something like passion, and Damon was wary of it. Especially since it seemed he was partaking of it gladly. He was surprised yet again, but returned the kiss hungrily, his hand sliding heavily down Tyler's chest. Damon was convinced, with the expression that met him after, that Tyler had stopped caring that he was liking this whole situation. As he rolled off with the push, his grin seemed to plaster itself onto his features. He had accomplished something, if only gaining an unpredictable new toy. Damon released a short puff of air as Tyler gripped him again. "Go for it," he chuckled, pale fingers finding Tyler's thick length again, "But I bet I cum more." His lips pursed playfully and his eyes expanded in their signature way as he gave a slow, somewhat lazy pump to the cock in his hand.
In an oddly cute gesture which broke the moment, Tyler did his 'yeah right' face, or was it 'someone just farted'? It was a cross between him finding something funny, hating it and not believing it, all at the same time. Either way it made him look adorable in the most goofy and badly drawn way. "If you do, doesn't that just mean I give the better handjob?", and just like that, the silly face became a provocative one. Tyler made sure to fix a stare with Damon before doing anything else, but once he had, that well-situated hand moved up sharply from the neck of Damon's dick and went on to pump over the darker, sensitive bulb of meat above it. So hot, even Tyler's mouth watered. "Come on asshole.", he sounded slightly annoyed, nudging Damon's grip on him with a pelvic thrust of sorts, "Too gentle."
Damon couldn't help but grin. Tyler was being too terrific in their sexual banter, too cute with everything. Dangerously cute. "Then you've had more practice than you're admitting," he smirked, not beneath aiming hits at Tyler's straightness. His expression turned quickly to distracted pleasure, though, as he was stroked roughly in so many nice ways. He had to keep Tyler alive now. Damon's eyes flashed as it was suggested that he was gentle in any respect. With his expression turning darker again, his hand tightened punishingly around the wolf, blurring over him with supernatural speed. "You talk too much," his voice was laced with hints of moans, "Which is saying something, coming from me." Damon's other arm crossed over his chest, taking hold of Tyler's chin, his thumb scraping along his jaw.
"Kinda got my own to play with.", Tyler shot back as Damon implied that he must have played with some cock before, visibly soured by the joke made at his expense. Damon was going to get it now, if he hadn't been due before. He hummed moans of pleasure that faded in and out, as the handsome vampire tugged at his fat tool with supernatural speed. Tyler didn't hate it, but he thought it was a little beneath Damon to resort to using vampire speed to prove a point, or even just to have good sex. That didn't matter though. What did, was in the palm of Tyler's hand; no, not the rock hard cock, the wetness that oozed from it. Precum.
It kept rolling out of Damon now, and Tyler hadn't even noticed it at first. Sexy as fuck, and just as well really. Healing aside, a bit of self lubrication would prevent that demonic dick from going raw from Tyler's brutish touches. He smiled naughtily, words gluttonous with exhilarating venom, "Looks like I got you wet. Hot. Don't hold off...I can go at the same time.", milking that big dick had turned Tyler on enough, especially now that it was wet with it's own juices, glossy, sticky sounds filling his ears as he continued to work his hand over it. He'd let go and Damon could yank his spunk right out of him, just as soon as Damon started cumming himself. He smirked as the concept, looking so fuckable as he did, spoilt for choice as he alternated his view from cock to cock.
He could smell himself the second he began to leak for the wolf, and his eyes fluttered as he turned his gaze to the ceiling, just enjoying the feeling of it. Tyler could say anything he liked, but Damon knew that this was unbearably hot for them both. His hand slowed to a rapid pace, though it was still quicker than any human could hope to manage. He twisted his wrist so his fingers rotated over the juicy cock with each pass. Damon chewed on his lip, grunting as his hips jerked of their own accord.
"You really are an animal, Lockwood. Filthy. I like it." Something warmed in his lower abdomen, constricting his innards. "Fuck," he groaned loudly, his head tipping back into the sheets. Tyler must have been holding off on his own orgasm out of sheer will. The vampire stopped caring about it, though, as the sensation built rapidly, jumping from the tip of his cock gladly, thick ropes landing on his stomach.
Tyler's head was locked in position to one side, lips permanently parted as Damon came in his hand. He looked unnervingly hot when he came. And those noises, from the back of his throat; fucking insane. Tyler's breathing switched from being frozen and relieved, as his own orgasm run through him. He didn't make much sound as he came, but he looked deliciously sleepy, and his body jerked and spasmed uncontrollably, even if only a little. His cum was thick and white, but did not shoot from his dick; instead gushing to cover itself, along with Damon's hand. Licking his lips, Tyler eventually stopped jerking Damon off, though he was tempted to continue, grabbing it at the base and wiggling it a little in a playful gesture. When he let go, Damon was still hard, cock resting in it's own pearly pool of vulgar excrement. They had that in common then; persistent hardness, perhaps in more ways than one.
"Messy.", Tyler remarked, trailing his fingertips ticklishly over Damon's stomach, running them through the viscous juice that now caused it to glisten. "Not bad. Thought you would have gone harder than that though. I mean you're Damon, right? Just...well, it was kinda...normal?", obviously Tyler wasn't disappointed, but he was simply stating an observation. He'd thought sex with Damon would involve being left within an inch of your life, screaming until you lost your voice, maybe even at least some use of chains and a whip. But this was different to what he would have imagined. Good, but different. Wiping himself and Damon's hand off with a nearby t-shirt on the floor, Tyler lay there with his arms folded, pondering the wonder of the ceiling. "We should probably sleep now.", perhaps the spell of heat-of-the-moment sexuality was being lifted, as Tyler became more conscious about what had just happened.
The scent of a new, but delicious breed of cum hit his nose hard, and Damon looked down at his hand as it became covered in the stuff. Once it had stopped dribbling it out, he brought his hand up to his mouth, licking slowly at the sauce on it. There wasn't an unending supply of this, but it was just as delicious as Tyler's blood. He chuckled flippantly, watching the random designs come from the fingers on his stomach. "Well then how about next time, I tie you up and paddle you. I'd hate to disappoint." Damon smirked drunkenly, laughing as Tyler cleaned them off. It was cute, in it's way. He looked at the wolf, who now stared upward with an expression that nipped at Damon's curiosity. "You do this every time you sleep with someone?" He pulled on Tyler's arm, bringing the were to him.
"Relax, Ty. I'm gonna let you get your sleep." Damon pushed his fingers over Tyler's scalp slowly, examining the expressions on his face. The vampire felt sleep calling him, as well. The wolf could pull out one hell of an orgasm. He smirked at some unspoken joke, maybe at how cold Tyler had became afterwards. This would be very fun over the next few weeks. He knew it.
"We haven't slept yet.", was Tyler's only, moody response the Damon's question. It seemed Tyler blamed Damon for what just happened, and that he would have rather slept than been jerked off by a guy who probably still wanted to kill him. "Just so you know, this is a one off. I don't fuck guys, and we hate each other.", something about that was unconvincing though, no matter how blunt Tyler was trying to shape his edges when talking to Damon and barely gracing him with a full gaze. "I'm serious. So...we good?", hesitant eyes dragged themselves over to Damon's finally.
"Sure it is," he smirked, pulling their bodies closer still, eyes alight with mischief. "I could tell just how much you hated me then. Mortal enemies, arch rivals, yadda yadda." Damon pinned his stare once he finally caught Tyler's eyes. It was amazing how different his demeanour was, now that he wasn't trying to make Damon cum like thunder. He pulled Tyler's face to his, just to see if the wolf would respond positively to it. If he did, that would give Damon enough excuse to stick around in the morning, maybe even come back for a visit or two. Now that would be fun in all sorts of ways. Damon's lips hovered less than an inch from Tyler's, his pale eyes fixed on the brown ones in front of him.
He resisted Damon's repositioning of his face, just for a second, and then tried not to look at him directly at first, once his head had been fully turned. "Fuck off Damon.", he managed to get out, pushing Damon further over to his side of the bed, and Tyler rolling back to his. An excruciatingly long amount of time passed, or what felt like it. All Tyler would remember in the morning of what came next, was his fidgeting, and his positive response when asked out of nowhere if he was still hard. Waking up on top of Damon, to the realisation that he'd fell asleep making out with him; that'd be news.
THE END