Darcy was such a good boy. A good slave. He also tasted sweet filling. A pretty slave with a cute personality who also tasted delicious. All Romain could possibly ask for. He continued to enjoy the taste of Darcy, letting the flow of blood slow but not taper off quite yet. His mouth worked over the skin, preventing a proper clot from forming. He enjoyed the sounds that make from the boy's lips as well as his pulse racing so beautifully in his pleasure.
"Come for me," Romain commanded when he broke from his feed, only to return to it. Lips moving fervently against the boy's pale neck.