The less hair, the better, and if Javik knew that Damon actually groomed on a regular basis, he might actually thank him for it. The hand on his throat distracted him for a moment, and he considered the wisdom of exposing his neck to a vampire. Instead of repulsing him, the thought alone sent a rush of arousal hammering through his veins. He looked up at Damon, four eyes half-lidded and lips parted as he was caught between thinking about what he was doing, and what he was about to do.

His tongue, sharply pointed and longer than it had any right to be, lashed out and wound itself around Damon's cock. Angling his head down, his lips closed around the head, free hand stroking what wasn't covered by his tongue or mouth.