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"Don't you have a gift for me?" Stefan asked once they were alone that night.
"Haven't you had enough of gifts?" Damon laughed.
"Ever since I was 10, you said we had to wait until my 12th birthday. Seeing as it will be my 12th birthday for only another two hours, I'd like to claim this gift.
"I suppose you're right," Damon smiled. He moved over to the door and locked it, then jammed a chair under the handle for good measure.
"A few rules. Rule number one, don't be too loud. We wouldn't want Father coming up here, would we? Rule number two, don't push yourself further than you want to go just because you think I want to. This is about you, not me. Rule number three, for tonight, I'm not just your brother." Damon took a few slow steps forward. "I am in control. I am your master, and you shall treat me as such. Understand?"
Stefan nodded eagerly.
"Say it. Say 'I understand, Damon.'"
"I understand, Damon."
"Take it off," the man commanded.
"Take what off?"
"Your clothing. Take it off. All of it."
Stefan hesitantly stood up.
"If you cannot do that, I don't see this going much further," Damon frowned. Stefan quickly undressed.
"Good," Damon praised. "Lay on the bed."
Stefan laid down, watching as Damon took slow steps forward, as if giving him time to back out if he wanted to. The older Salvatore kneeled on the bed between Stefan's knees, gently running a hand over his thigh.
"Good so far?" Damon asked, not wanting to over step and scar the kid.
"Very good," Stefan admitted quietly.
"Remember this part well, because it is unlikely to happen much in the future." The boy yelped quietly as Damon's mouth enveloped his cock, the wet heat an unfamiliar feeling. Damon moved his tongue back and forth before sucking on the tip.
"Damon," Stefan whimpered, gripping the sheets. When he felt his brother start to pull back, he immediately moved his hand to the back of Damon's head. "Don't stop," he pleaded.
Damon gently took his brothers wrists in his hands as he pulled back.
"I'm in control here, remember? Now be quiet, would you?" he smiled, kissing Stefan's wrist.
Letting go of the younger's wrists, Damon held Stefan's leg up and out of the way with one hand, and ran the other over the boy's ass.
"Is this okay, Stefan?" he asked, brushing a finger over his brother's hole. The boy nodded wordlessly, trying his best to stay silent. Damon took his middle finger into his mouth to get it wet, then pressed it to Stefan's hole. He clamped his other hand over his brother's mouth as he slowly pushed his finger in. As predicted, Stefan couldn't hold back a whine as Damon's finger settled inside him, then slowly moved in and out, twisting and prodding inside him.
"Can you stay quiet?" Damon asked in a low voice. Stefan nodded, and he slowly moved his hand.
"It feels good," Stefan whimpered quietly.
"Good," the older Salvatore grinned, trailing his fingertips down Stefan's body and stopping at his dick. Damon gently stroked the boy's cock while fingering his hole.
"Damon, god," Stefan whined, his abdomen tensing as a foreign feeling washed over him.
"I know, just let go," Damon said sweetly. As the man gently nipped his thigh, Stefan made a quiet noise of pleasure, hips bucking slightly as he had his first orgasm.
Pulling his finger out, Damon kissed Stefan's wrist one more time and sat back on his heels.
"Oh god, Damon," Stefan breathed.
"How was that?" Damon smirked.
"That day when I caught you touching yourself, something, more, happened with you. Why didn't that happen to me?" he asked, embarrassed.
"You're not old enough yet," Damon chuckled.
"We're going to do that again, right?"
"If you want to."
"Are we going to, do other stuff too?"
"What kind of other stuff? What do you want?"
"I want more. Inside me."
"We can go that far when you're older."
"How much older?"
"Sixteen, at least."
"Fine."
Damon roughed up Stefan's hair, then snuck back to his room to jack off.