Elijah thrusts roughly and sinks his teeth into his neck just as Stefan enters the front door downstairs.

Damon arches up and tugs halfheartedly in Elijah's grip, annoyed - Elijah always does this, always gets Damon riled up and wanting, fucking begging, right before Stefan comes home. The bastard gets a sick kind of thrill making Damon hiss through his teeth and mutter a curse word within hearing range. Its the same reason why he always insists that they do everything here, in Damon's room, in Damon's house - so that someone, anyone, will know that Damon loves this. The fact that it's Stefan, his brother who he has to see everyday, is just a plus to Elijah.

And even though he knows all of this, knows that Elijah purposely makes Damon moan and writhe on the sheets, and that he leaves Damon's bedroom with disheveled hair, fixing his collar so that Stefan can have no doubt as to what is going on, Damon still wants it. Craves it. He'll take the shame that comes from Stefan's confused eyes and questions on the tip of his brother's tongue to keep feeling like this.

"Are you enjoying this?" Elijah's voice is soft in his ear, his original accent back in place. He can feel the small smile of Elijah's lips against his skin and it sends shivers down Damon's spine. He always does this too, always tries to get him to talk. Because if Stefan wasn't getting an ear full already he would be right about now.

Damon doesn't answer but takes another sharp inhale of breath as Elijah slows his hips down and angles his cock to rub over that sensitive place inside of him. Damon's eyes roll and his breathing becomes labored as Elijah rubs over, and over, and over that spot. "I'm asking you a question - answer me." His voice is infuriatingly in control and his rhythm is steady and Damon is seeing stars when he speaks.

"Y- yeah - fuck." His hands curl into fists. He can barely breathe, it feels so mind-numbingly good.

"Yes?" He stills his hips and Damon is trembling now, and he hates himself when he hears a whimper pass his lips.

"Yes, yes. I like it I like it." The words come out in a rush of breath, and he grits his teeth willing Elijah to move, just a little bit...

Elijah thrusts roughly again forcing a grunt from Damon's chest and he nibbles on his ear. "I know."