Damon laughs and wraps a hand around the back of Alaric’s neck dragging him forward until their lips are crushing against each other. Alaric knows he should pull away. He’s standing in the middle of the only restaurant in Mystic Falls with his tongue jammed down Damon Salvatore’s throat. There’s no way this is going to stay quiet.
But he is drunk and hard and Damon’s sucking at his bottom lip and fuck---
He pulls away and catches the corner of Damon’s jacket.
“Bathroom,” Alaric says through gritted teeth.
“Yes sir,” Damon replies.
Alaric pushes Damon through the door and begins checking the stalls while Damon leans against a sink watching his every move.
“I didn’t think you’d give in so easily,” Damon says conversationally. “I had a master plan and everything and then you go and pull me into a bathroom stall on the first night. Got to say, I’m a little disappointed in you, Ric. I didn’t think you were the easy type.”
Alaric turns the lock on the door and takes a deep breath before turning around. He’s lost his mind. That’s the only explanation. Damon killed him, for God’s sake. He sure as hell shouldn’t be dragging him into any bathrooms.
Damon crosses the distance between them so quickly Alaric barely has time to register the fact that he’s moved. He presses his long, lean body against Alaric’s and Alaric can feel their cocks rubbing against each other through their jeans.
Yeah, he’s doing this.
“This only happens once,” Alaric says.
Damon winks before jerking Alaric’s pants down and wrapping his hand around Alaric’s erection. Alaric bites his tongue to keep from whimpering.
“Whatever you say, Ric,” Damon mutters against Alaric’s ear.
Without warning, Alaric flips them so Damon’s back is against the wall. Damon doesn’t fight him; in fact he seems perfectly happy to be manhandled. Alaric drops to his knees and yanks Damon’s jeans down only to find Damon’s cock straining against the flimsy cotton of a lace-trimmed black thong.
Alaric arches an eyebrow at Damon who merely grins and hooks a finger in the lace band to pull them down.
“Like I said, I wasn’t expecting you to give it up tonight.”
Alaric shakes his head. There’s no way he’s not going to regret this tomorrow.
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There’s no way this is going to stay quiet.
But he is drunk and hard and Damon’s sucking at his bottom lip and fuck---
He pulls away and catches the corner of Damon’s jacket.
“Bathroom,” Alaric says through gritted teeth.
“Yes sir,” Damon replies.
Alaric pushes Damon through the door and begins checking the stalls while Damon leans against a sink watching his every move.
“I didn’t think you’d give in so easily,” Damon says conversationally. “I had a master plan and everything and then you go and pull me into a bathroom stall on the first night. Got to say, I’m a little disappointed in you, Ric. I didn’t think you were the easy type.”
Alaric turns the lock on the door and takes a deep breath before turning around. He’s lost his mind. That’s the only explanation. Damon killed him, for God’s sake. He sure as hell shouldn’t be dragging him into any bathrooms.
Damon crosses the distance between them so quickly Alaric barely has time to register the fact that he’s moved. He presses his long, lean body against Alaric’s and Alaric can feel their cocks rubbing against each other through their jeans.
Yeah, he’s doing this.
“This only happens once,” Alaric says.
Damon winks before jerking Alaric’s pants down and wrapping his hand around Alaric’s erection. Alaric bites his tongue to keep from whimpering.
“Whatever you say, Ric,” Damon mutters against Alaric’s ear.
Without warning, Alaric flips them so Damon’s back is against the wall. Damon doesn’t fight him; in fact he seems perfectly happy to be manhandled. Alaric drops to his knees and yanks Damon’s jeans down only to find Damon’s cock straining against the flimsy cotton of a lace-trimmed black thong.
Alaric arches an eyebrow at Damon who merely grins and hooks a finger in the lace band to pull them down.
“Like I said, I wasn’t expecting you to give it up tonight.”
Alaric shakes his head. There’s no way he’s not going to regret this tomorrow.