( absofuckinglutely damon would be better suited to staying at home and feeding and fucking all day, but contrary to popular belief he is capable of thiking of people other than himself. dick has this look on his face like he's trying very hard not to look at damon like he hung the goddamn moon, and damon would balk under even the hint of such an expression, but... it's dick. similar to the way it is with elena, damon wants dick to adore him, to see him as worthy of that affection. it's still uncomfortable, but not as much as it might be otherwise.

he wraps his arms around dick's waist and hums an affirmative, nibbling on dick's lip. he's hungry, tempted to have a quick bite before they leave, but he wants to get out of civilization as soon as possible, and if he feeds on dick they'll inevitably get distracted. )

I want you to get away from whatever bullshit is stressing you out. Even if it means I have to sleep in a tent for a few days.

( with one last nip to dick's lip, damon pulls away from him, going to grab a jacket from the closet. )

Yeah? How's that, mountain man?