[ Damon frowns as Alaric sits up, because that makes him sit up too and he doesn't get to be all sexy anymore. He's just annoyed. ] And I think you're being a whiner. We'll deal with it later. You're talking too much. [ He leans in and bites lightly -- all human teeth, don't worry -- at Alaric's neck, sliding one hand around his waist to pull him up closer to Damon's body. And, hopefully, distract him from whatever pain is making him act like such a bitch. ]
[Damon went to the wrong school of fun times if he thinks breaking bones is being sexy.
Look at his wrist. LOOK HOW BRUISED IT IS. It's purple. And it kind of hurts like a bitch. He should be ashamed.
Otherwise, Alaric is going to elbow him in the face if he doesn't stop trying to continue to be sexy.] I'm serious. Look at this bruise. Do you think I would have stopped if I thought it was just a pinched goddamn nerve?
[This is actually only worrying because that means he would be unable to shoot, which was his main way of... not dying.]
God, are you going to keep whining like this? What do you want me to do, kiss it and make it better? Relax. It'll heal. Faster if you stop swinging it around. [ He sits up to avoid the elbow, growling and fixing his eyes on the wrist. Oh, it's not even that bad. He'd had worse. ]
Yes, I want you to kiss my broken bone. I think that would really help.
[Hunting vampires isn't a safe business, okay. He knows broken when he sees it. And feels it. Why do vampires think they just have special permission to be dismissive assholes all the time?
Oh, wait. That was just Damon.]
Look, give me your wrist or I'm going to continue my bitching. [Yeah, he went there. Do something.]
[ Damon is going to take this chance to grab Alaric's broken wrist and tighten his grip around it just enough to squeeze it in an uncomfortable bordering on downright painful way. He leans in and gets in Alaric's face, lips curling in amusement. ]
Oooh, so demanding. And kinky. I like it. [ He lets up suddenly on Alaric's wrist and leans back some, pushing up the sleeve of his shirt to just above his elbow. ] But, I have a better idea. [ He bites down into his own wrist, fangs coming out and the dark veins forming just a little under his eyes. He sucks some of his own blood out and then drops his wrist away, letting it heal. Instead of offering up his wrist, he presses a sloppy, bloody kiss to Alaric's lips, prying them apart with his tongue and letting the coppery blood spill into his lover's mouth
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[It sure was good other injuries didn't hold a candle to being stabbed in the lung. Otherwise, Alaric would have done a hell of a lot more than just grunt in pain.
[ Wait, what. This is not what he planned. He wasn't supposed to get pushed off. He was supposed to get something'd off, that's for damn sure, but shoved aside? Not in the cards. He frowns. ]
What else is new? It's high time you just admitted you liked that I'm an asshole, don't you think? So, stop being a princess, [ He shifts a little, turning toward Alaric to drag a hand up the inside of his thigh, leaning in to kiss and drag his teeth over the teacher's ear. ] And put your mouth to better use?
That is not why I like you. [Why did he even have to explain this? Wait, he knew why. That wasn't the poin - get your hand off his thigh. He was going to go back to all the nice making out and foreplay when he felt ready to.
Once he got enough of Damon's pouting, at least. He could suffer name calling for that.
Plus he needed to make sure his wrist was actually mobile. With a clean enough mouth, he pinched the once broken wrist between thumb and forefinger, rolling it around. Perfectly healed. Vampire blood was, if anything, efficient.]
I'm sure you can finish this yourself, anyway. You have hands.
[ Nope. Damon is busy being a little hussy all over Alaric, he's not interested in that wrist -- and he's not interested in Alaric being so interested in it instead of Damon. His gaze narrows a little as he glances over at it, and then he bites a little harder than is playful at Alaric's neck, all human teeth still. He reaches over and grabs his wrist, sliding back into his lap and pinning both wrists to his sides. ]
I'm more of a giver than that. I wouldn't just sit here and exclude you.
Would you look at that. We're still learning all kinds of fun, new things about each other. [ He juts his hips forward to grind them against Alaric's, testingly. And, naturally, since it's Damon, he's not going to just settle for one quick half-kiss. Alaric can lean back all he wants, Damon is more than happy to lean in and steal another kiss, more rough and demanding. ]
[The best he gets out of that is a grunt, which is Alaric trying to be coy. It's hard to be coy when someone is riding your dick, but dammit. He tries. Besides, Damon's kind of off on the position there.
The kissing is nice, though. He's all about that, considering he can't move his hands for fear that Damon might break his wrist again. The most he can do is put his back into it, pressing in for a little more pressure and welcoming any tongue in his mouth.
Actually, he can fight the grip on his wrists a bit. Being held down isn't exactly big on his kink list.]
[ At first when Alaric tries to fight back to get Damon to let go of his wrists, it just encourages him. He pushes harder, pinning Alaric more tightly to the bed. This may be how his wrist wound up broken in the first place. The kiss grows ragged and Damon moves his lips, kissing down along Alaric's jawline and following it back to his neck. This close, he could easily just -- But, he doesn't. ]
[This was turning uncomfortably Lady Gaga right now. (He listened to the radio a lot, okay. Don't judge.) Either way, Damon knew exactly how damn uncomfortable it was when he paid particular attention to Alaric's neck. Hunter instinct. Well, the part of the instinct he wasn't quashing down, since most of it would be screaming WHY ARE YOU DOING A VAMPIRE RIGHT NOW.
Selective instincts, then.
Either way, he twists his head closer to his shoulder, making it that little bit more difficult to actually kiss there. He keeps tugging on his wrists, squirming them around against the covers.]
Seriously. Let go, Damon. You're going to break it again. [... the way he's panting in between kisses kind of mars the tone of authority he was going for there.]
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He was good at making bad decisions, though.
He sat up abruptly in the bed, brows knotted with pain, cradling a hand to his chest.]
I think you broke my wrist.
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Look at his wrist. LOOK HOW BRUISED IT IS. It's purple. And it kind of hurts like a bitch. He should be ashamed.
Otherwise, Alaric is going to elbow him in the face if he doesn't stop trying to continue to be sexy.] I'm serious. Look at this bruise. Do you think I would have stopped if I thought it was just a pinched goddamn nerve?
[This is actually only worrying because that means he would be unable to shoot, which was his main way of... not dying.]
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[Hunting vampires isn't a safe business, okay. He knows broken when he sees it. And feels it. Why do vampires think they just have special permission to be dismissive assholes all the time?
Oh, wait. That was just Damon.]
Look, give me your wrist or I'm going to continue my bitching. [Yeah, he went there. Do something.]
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Oooh, so demanding. And kinky. I like it. [ He lets up suddenly on Alaric's wrist and leans back some, pushing up the sleeve of his shirt to just above his elbow. ] But, I have a better idea. [ He bites down into his own wrist, fangs coming out and the dark veins forming just a little under his eyes. He sucks some of his own blood out and then drops his wrist away, letting it heal. Instead of offering up his wrist, he presses a sloppy, bloody kiss to Alaric's lips, prying them apart with his tongue and letting the coppery blood spill into his lover's mouth ( ... )
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Right. And he was the kinky one ( ... )
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What else is new? It's high time you just admitted you liked that I'm an asshole, don't you think? So, stop being a princess, [ He shifts a little, turning toward Alaric to drag a hand up the inside of his thigh, leaning in to kiss and drag his teeth over the teacher's ear. ] And put your mouth to better use?
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That is not why I like you. [Why did he even have to explain this? Wait, he knew why. That wasn't the poin - get your hand off his thigh. He was going to go back to all the nice making out and foreplay when he felt ready to.
Once he got enough of Damon's pouting, at least. He could suffer name calling for that.
Plus he needed to make sure his wrist was actually mobile. With a clean enough mouth, he pinched the once broken wrist between thumb and forefinger, rolling it around. Perfectly healed. Vampire blood was, if anything, efficient.]
I'm sure you can finish this yourself, anyway. You have hands.
[Alaric: secretly the scorned woman.]
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I'm more of a giver than that. I wouldn't just sit here and exclude you.
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The kissing is nice, though. He's all about that, considering he can't move his hands for fear that Damon might break his wrist again. The most he can do is put his back into it, pressing in for a little more pressure and welcoming any tongue in his mouth.
Actually, he can fight the grip on his wrists a bit. Being held down isn't exactly big on his kink list.]
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Selective instincts, then.
Either way, he twists his head closer to his shoulder, making it that little bit more difficult to actually kiss there. He keeps tugging on his wrists, squirming them around against the covers.]
Seriously. Let go, Damon. You're going to break it again. [... the way he's panting in between kisses kind of mars the tone of authority he was going for there.]
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