Damon sighs, this was getting old. After all everything could be over in a few seconds if he just had his way. He pulls the boy close to him so they're facing each other, pulling his head to the side and sinking his fangs into the boys neck. He savors the metallic taste of blood, he had been thirstier than he thought. It would have been almost pleasurable for Stiles if he hadn't struggled.

The moment he feels sated Damon lets him go, quick as a flash he bites into his own wrist and feeds some of his blood to Stiles, it wouldn't do to leave the boy with any injuries.

"Try not to die in the next twenty-four hours, it should be pretty easy in a quiet town like this..." And yes Stiles, he is still holding you against him.