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Elena's currently looking for Stefan, but it wouldn't surprise her if Damon is lurking around as well.
Elena is wary as she climbs the stairs in the Salvatore home.
She knows that Katherine is around, whether she's in the house is another thing, but normally wherever Damon is, she's sure to follow; as they say.
*
Damon steps out of the shower, slips a towel around his waist and pads over to the mirror, inspecting himself. He runs his fingers through his hair, tugging at a small knot.
Water drips down his neck from the dark, wet strands and he takes the towel from his waist, runs it over his chest and then his hair.
He drops the towel to the ground, thinking with vindictive glee: Stefan will clean it up, and strolls out to his bedroom.
*
Elena hears the shower turn off in the upstairs bathroom and she sighs, heading down the hall. She pops her head into Stefan's bedroom, realises he's not there, and who she heard was Damon.
She frowns, and then decides to leave a message with him to tell Stefan she'd dropped by.
She continues down the hall and calls out, "Damon?"
He doesn't reply.
Perplexed, she keeps going, and then comes to Damon's door, half shut. She knocks her knuckles against the wood before she peeks her head around.
"Damon! I'm sorry!" She whirls around, eyes shut tightly.
He'd been leaning against the door of his closet, naked. She'd only glimpsed the line of his back and his bare behind, but that had been enough.
Dear God, what if Katherine was in there and—
"Elena, breathe."
She opens her eyes, carefully, and then averts them as she realises Damon is still naked, half shielded by the closet door.
She can't help it though, her eyes travel back to him, and then she finds herself leaning a bit to the right to see if Damon is hiding Katherine in there somewhere... maybe on her knees, with her lips—
"Sorry!" She says again, and it comes out a little weirdly. She tries to ignore Damon's satisfied smirk and keeps her eyes trained anywhere but on him. "Can you tell Stefan I came by? Thanks."
This is where she plans to leave, really, but she finds herself peering around again, trying to get a look around the closet. She sees darkness, tries not to imagine the image of Damon's cock, soft (half-hard, maybe?). She briefly wonders how big he is, finds herself trying to catch a glimpse now just to settle her curiousity.
Damon raises a brow. "Something you'd like to see, Elena?"
"No!" She says sharply, a little defensively, and finds herself staring at his ass when he flexes it deliberately.
Or maybe... She can't help it, her curiousity burns, along with something else, and before she can help herself she's stepped into the room and looking at a distance into the closet.
Damon seems neither surprised nor smug about it.
He just stares at her with that raised brow and says, "Katherine's not the kind to hide in closets, Elena."
He turns around fully to face her.
Elena can't help it. Her eyes drop straight to his groin. Oh, God. He's half hard, and even as she watches he brings a hand down to curl his fist around his cock, pump lazily.
Her eyes are trained on the movement of his hand, the flex of his wrist and the way he grows as she watches. Oh, shit, why can't she stop staring?
Damon continues, moving his hand faster, and she can feel his smirk burning into her from across the room. She can feel his eyes on her, smoldering. Then there's a grunt and she rips her eyes up from between his legs to his face, takes in the moment where his eyes flutter and then he's back to staring at her challengingly.
"I—Damon," she says stupidly, and follows the flexing muscles in his arm all the way back down to the hand wrapped around his cock, leaking pre-cum. Her thighs shift together to relieve the ache between her legs.
Damon’s hand moves faster at her stare, she catches him swiping his thumb over the head, spreading the moisture. He's leaning fully back against the closet door now, head tipped back, eyes hooded but locked on her as he jerks himself off.
"Damon—" She can't help the way her voice comes out breathless and needy.
Damon growls at it, jerking on his cock so hard she wonders if it hurts, but then she realises, vampire, right.
"Your other," and Elena can't believe she's saying this, "your other hand, Damon—"
He grunts, eyes still trained on her face as he runs his other hand down his abdomen, past his cock and down to his balls. Elena makes a strangled sound as he palms them, presses in places she that make her curious and massages. He's straining, now, she can tell. The veins in his neck are starting to become more visible, and she questions the physicality of that because vampire but she totally doesn't care.
Damon grips the base of his shaft hard and Elena whispers, without hesitation: "Yes.”
Damon groans.
She watches, fascinated as he orgasms, ropes of come sticking to his forearm and belly. His eyes are shut, and Elena is holding her breath, because holy shit.
She just watched (and encouraged!) Damon to jerk himself off in front of her.
She stares as he pumps his fist lazily, once, twice, three times before removing his sticky hand. He stalks over to her, and that's when she snaps her eyes up to his face.
Cocky, self assured, even with his own come drying on his body, Damon stops in front of her. He raises his hand, the one sticky with his spend, and licks the tips of his fingers. He makes a deliberately exaggerated face of pleasure and enjoyment, and quirks a brow at her.
Elena, breathless, feels her own arm rising up. Tentatively, she touches the pads of her fingers to his hand. She shudders at the feeling, and when she lifts her fingers up, strings of it stretch from her fingers to his knuckles.
Elena can once again feel his eyes on her, and when she lifts her fingers, carefully to her mouth; that's when she meets his eyes. She places her fingers to her lips, sucks them into her mouth lightly, tongue swiping over the tips.
Damon's mouth opens just a little and then Elena drops her hand to her side once more.
Ignoring the slightly salty and sweaty taste on her tongue, she schools her face into the best nonchalant expression she can manage. "Tell Stefan I dropped by?"
It's gratifying to see the way his jaw drops, almost exactly the same way hers had done just minutes ago.