He tasted Vlad over his tongue and swallowed, holding the man in the heat of his mouth until his body started to relax post-orgasm. He tried not to smile too much, but...well, there was something to be said about returning a favor.
When Vlad let go of his short hair, the boy pulled himself from the floor between his Master's thighs and took a seat beside him again. "It's alright," he reassured, leaning in to let his cheek rest on the man's shoulder. Stefan figured he'd let the man recover, then they would see what would happen next.
He found himself suddenly amused though. "We missed the fireworks, you know."