Javik growled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. There were a number of ways he could shut the vampire up, so he started with the most obvious. If the lick was unexpected, the kiss was probably inconceivable, even if it was mostly teeth. One hand pressed at the back of Damon's neck, intending to push him closer, while the other went straight south.

He didn't go right for the obvious choice this time, though, hand curving down his back to the base of his spine. The smell and taste of the vampire filled his senses, flooding him with endorphins and hormones and adrenaline. Prolonged contact allowed him to read Damon like a map, and he wasn't going to give him the benefit of taking it slow.