He smelled the blood once the boy had cut himself. While blood never really was a turn on the smell was getting to him. So he turned and walked back to the living room. But this time he could not sit down he had to fucking pace.
His blood was boiling with anger and lust and a bunch of other emotions he didn't even want to think about. "Mike get the fuck in here." He growled. He was as his wits end. He just needed something. Maybe Mike could use his mouth and get him off. That would make it so much better. His cock was even hardening as just the thought.